Sans has watched as everything repeated over and over again. So has Frisk. Sans gave up a long time ago. Frisk, she still has plenty of determination. They couldn't end the loop on their own. But maybe, they could end it if they worked together? Female Frisk. Possible future Frisk/Sans.

Now that Frisk has had their past settled it's time for the present to move forward into a new future. Queerplatonic Sans/Frisk (This story is a mixture of prompts but it's all chronological and will be written as a complete story. Prompts will be inspiring various things in various chapters. Part 7 of my Undertale Series) (Cover Art courtesy of dogpu on tumblr!)

Frisk opened their eyes. They sat up and their eyes landed on the golden flowers again. How many times had it been now...? A story on Frisk and Sans, both trapped in an unstoppable RESET loop and unaware of the inner demons each faces alone. As time passes and neither can escape the repetition of the days, the two must work together before they become enemies forever. Complete.

You'd grown addicted to the genocide run - what did that say about you? Regardless of whatever kind of tragedies lead your life, why did you have to go and take it out on the lives of those monsters, again, and again, and again? You're twisted, and now - You've gained the fate you deserve, the nasty, nameless player. UNLESS, OF COURSE YOU LEARN TO ATONE.

Kini yang tersisa hanyalah tulang yang patah dan janji yang tidak terpenuhi. —platonic Sans/Toriel.

At Sans's behest, you hit a hard reset after being above ground for six months. It's hard to imagine how things went awry the moment the monsters started another war. Yet your perfect world crumbled in a matter of days. Subsequent timelines aren't filled with Toriel's pie or Sans's puns, but rather a genocidal training until you can barely remember how their love feels anymore.