This is my first story ever written! I am not an english speaker, so please feel free to tell me if i made any mistakes!
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How long has it been? Frankly, he didn't care much anymore. He lived day to day, one reset at the time. When it first started, he decided to count; he thought it'd be his way to keep his sanity. But in the end, it was only a way to make him feel depressed. So he stopped counting, and stopped caring.
At first, it was the flower; that stupid flower that would try to befriend everyone, only to kill them shortly after because he was bored. Yes, the flower did try to act kindly to everyone, but it seemed like it never interested him in the end.
Of course he fought it, what did you expect? He would do everything to protect his brother, his only family. He fought and fought, but the flower would come back every time. He couldn't remember those resets at first; but some sort of accident happened when he was fighting once in the Core.
Something exploded, and next thing he knew, he was staring at his ceiling on a bed, back in Snowdin. He shot up from bed this day upon hearing his brother's booming voice. No, no it couldn't be possible. He SAW him die!
But his eyes couldn't fool him. There he was, making spaghetti in the kitchen, frowning at how late it was and how he would be late for his job.
Like everything was perfectly normal.
This was only the beginning. The first few resets, he shrugged them off as dreams. Weird dreams, for sure, but there was no way this could be happening.
But it never stopped. Sometimes, it would reset only after a few hours, and other times, it would take months. But one thing was for sure.
He was stuck there, unable to do anything.
Or so he thought. Long after he stopped counting resets, long after he stopped caring about fighting that damn flower, it seemed as once it was reset over again… It just stopped. He didn't see the flower afterward. He questioned it, of course, he became paranoia, scared to fall asleep only to be back again on that same fearful day.
Months passed. Years.
Time only moved forward.
He let his guard down. Maybe, just maybe the flower died? Maybe this thing's power was cut? He couldn't know for sure, but it was one of those rare times where he liked to just hope and wish for a good ending.
Years passed. He would always have nightmares plaguing him at night, how this monster would kill everyone he knew, crushing them with its powerful vines. Hearing his brother cry in anguish, Undyne's screams of fury as she tried in vain to slice the demonic plant, Alphys' silent choking as she slowly turned into dust…
Every time he had those kind of nightmares, he wouldn't be scared to go in his brother's bed, even if he was asleep. He would stay there, telling himself that he was there like a mantra, lulling himself back to sleep.
Papyrus didn't question it. Of course he didn't, he would wait until he was ready to tell him himself. He would darkly smile whenever he thought about that. Right. Tell him. He would never, ever tell Pap about those resets. It was his curse, not Papyrus'.
Beside, it was all over. There was no point in worrying everyone for something that technically never happened.
So he simply continued his life forward. Things finally started to look for the best, weren't they?
Until a human fell.
It wasn't a big deal right? From time to time, a human fell, people would chase it down and they'd have one more key to the surface. Except he wouldn't participate in this chase. After all, he promised to a certain lady behind a door that he would never hurt a child if they would come out of the door.
He hated making promises, but she sounded so tired on this day, just like he had been… He couldn't refuse her. He promised.
Yes, it made her feel a lot better. But it made him feel much worst.
It was an awful surprise that the kid could reset. All of his nightmares were back in an instant, panic attacks plaguing him whenever a reset occurred. He couldn't look at the kid's face either. But at the same time, he couldn't show that he knew, and could see every resets they did.
He was a simple puppet in their strings.
Different from the flower though, this kid was always friendly with everyone. At first he thought it was all an act. But they were genuinely kind.
So he kept his promise. He would protect the kid, even if they would reset. Even if they finally came to the surface, only to go back in the underground days after. Sad to say, he got used to it. Get up, greet the kid, make a few puns here and there, and wait for the next reset.
It wasn't all that bad. Sure, he'd love to continue forward, but since he couldn't do anything, he could at least try to see the positive side, right? He could say the same joke over and over, his brother would always groan like it was the first time. That in itself kept him composed.
At least until he saw Papyrus' head fall off.
This was a first. Not once did he saw the kid attack his brother. Yes, the kid did gain some lvl, but as far as he knew, they would only do it when they were in a dangerous situation. Papyrus was sparing them for crying out loud! And they killed him.
Even then, his brother stayed cool until the very end. He did not scream. He did not loose his temper. He even said that the kid could still be good if they try.
His dust sprayed everywhere in the snow, leaving his clothes on the ground, abandoned. The child- no, this monster – just kept walking like nothing happened.
It was the first time in a long time that he felt this sick. This day, this reset, he went back in his house in Snowdin, laying in his brother's bed, waiting for a reset. He prayed- god he prayed that this was not the final reset. It couldn't end like this. The kid didn't even kill another monster before his brother.
This power of theirs was starting to mess with their head.
Too much power is dangerous. The kid was starting to play with their life, for their own amusement. Papyrus never did anything to anger the child. He was a sweetheart, he couldn't insult someone even if his life was on the line.
And yet the kid murdered them.
The reset finally came. This day, he cried in Papyrus' arms for the whole day. His brother didn't question it. Really, he was the best.
Resets after resets, the kid would kill different person. Papyrus died in some of them, but he always came back. Undyne died lots of times too, but he didn't watch it. He didn't want to. He was getting tired, and the restless killing was starting to get to him. Yet, the promise he made to that lady kept him from acting. Was she even alive? She probably died a couple of times too.
The kid still had no assumption that he remembered. He said the same thing, just like everyone did when the kid was there.
Like a play in a theater, he kept his role as the comedy guy.
Until there was no one in the underground.
This time, he felt something. As he was walking around, he realized there was literally no one. The kid killed everyone… There was dust everywhere, making a trail to Asgore's throne room.
He felt anger. A wild, burning rage for the kid. The lady thought they needed protection, but who was protecting them?
He waited in the judgement hall like always. It was his job after all. Papyrus didn't know about it, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him.
He could feel his left eye burning with magic, but he kept his cool and kept it under control.
The kid showed up, knife in hand.
He killed them.
It barely took any time. His first attack finished them. He knew they would come back, but that was what he wanted. He wanted to make them suffer. Pay for what they had done.
Resets after resets they died. They managed to fight for longer with each resets, but he still had tricks up his sleeves. The satisfaction when he saw blood splashing on the ground after an attack was exhilarating. They never said a word while he was admitting that he knew about the resets. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell someone.
He knew, but he didn't say he could actually remember.
He stopped counting the resets, but he was pretty sure it was above a hundred resets when he lost.
He fell asleep on his turn. Bad idea, of course, but his magic could only do so much. He woke up right before the kid hit, but they still managed to follow him and hit him another time.
He knew it would happen. With his frozen smile, he simply said "That's it I guess", and dragged himself out of battle. Before turning to dust, he was pretty sure he saw Papyrus giving his hand.
He died.
And woke up in his house in Snowdin.
From this time on, the kid committed genocides more often then he'd like.
Each time he fought them. He didn't have a choice, and he had to admit that it felt good to pour out his rage. But the kid was definitely getting better.
When he died, they would come back right before the fight, just to kill him again. That made him sick, but kept on fighting. He stopped counting how many times he died, only to be forced to fight again. The kid had an unnerving grin on their face all this time. It made him want to throw up.
The kid started to win more often then he'd lost. They learned by heart all of his attacks, but he couldn't care to change them. It was pointless in the end.
It probably wouldn't be an exaggeration if he said that months had passed in the resets only devoted to fighting.
The kid now beat him every single time.
Upon another death, he woke up in Snowdin.
Sans sit up on his bed, death eye sockets staring at his own tornado. Did the kid finally decided they had enough?
He shook his head. They would be back for sure.
He got up, walking downstairs. At least he could finally see Papyrus again. It has been such a long time…
"BROTHER!" shouted his bro. "IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!"
Papyrus didn't even took the time to look away from the spaghetti he was cooking while screaming for his brother to wake up. Sans knew all of this by heart anyway.
"Sure bro", he said as close as possible as he could. Papyrus jumped up, a few spaghetti flying out of the pot that he was stirring.
"SANS!" He yelled. "DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!"
"Well maybe next time check if I'm asleep" he shrugged, sitting down at the table.
"WHY ARE YOU AWAKE SO EARLY?" He ask as he took a rag, cleaning up the spaghetti. "eh, can't I wake up at least once in a year early?" he said as he sip on a premade coffee.
"I GUESS SO…" He turned back to his cooking. "I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THIS GREAT SPAGHETTI! YOU NEED ENERGY FOR THIS BIG DAY!"
"Big day? How so?" Sans said, as if he was reciting a play.
"A HUMAN WILL COME DOWN! I CAN FEEL IT SANS!" Papyrus shouted full of confidence, taking a dramatic position.
"So you can say you feel it… in your bones?"
He was rewarded with a yell of exasperation. Yep, he told himself, he will never get bored of this…
He got up after a few minutes of hesitation, and hugged Papyrus from behind. His scarf smelled like spices, which made his eyes tear up. God he missed this smell. His booming voice… His groans of frustration as he made another awful pun… It felt like it has been such a long time since he had seen him…
To think he would probably loose him again. The kid would be back today, and they would probably kill him another time. He had long since stopped believing that the kid would save them all again. This kid… This… beast… was walking in a path of dust that no reset could ever make him forget.
This was his life now…
Not here… don't cry here, he's alive now…
"ARE YOU OKAY BROTHER?" Papyrus asked, a worry expression on his face, kneeling down to take his brother in his arm.
"'Course I am. Can't I give my awesome bro a big hug?" he said while grinning.
"OF COURSE YOU CAN! I AM A GREAT HUGGER AFTER ALL!"
"hehe, of course you are" He said, letting go to go back to his cold mug of coffee. "Hey, I wanted to ask, do you want to watch a movie tonight? Together?"
"GOOD IDEA! IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE'VE HAD A NIGHT OF FUN TOGETHER…" Papyrus said as he prepared two plates of his famous spaghetti, serving one to his brother and sitting on the table with the other plate in front of him.
"Yeah, Thought we could watch this new movie Mettaton released" He took a bite of his spaghetti. He was hit with a wall of nostalgia, but didn't let it show.
"GREAT! WE COULD INVITE UNDYNE AND ALPHYS TOO!" He smiled, taking a huge bite from his.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Undyne loves to laugh at his movies" he sipped on his coffee. "You'll take care of the invitations?"
"I WILL"
Sans hummed to himself as he walked to his sentry station, enjoying the view of monsters playing around in the snow. Frankly, he missed the sight of life all around him. It felt good.
But how long would that even last..?
Hey, he shouldn't be so gloomy. There might be a reason that they reset. Maybe they changed..?
He climbed up a tree to have a good look on the door, slumping on a branch. In a few hours, the kid will be there.
He looked up at the ceiling of the cave, a few rocks shining like stars, a few snowflakes falling down. It looked peaceful, and even after everything that happened, he felt for the first time in a long time calm. He closed his eye sockets. Yes, this felt nice. He could hear from afar some children screaming as they played and the river flowing down in Waterfall.
But, every good thing has an ending.
He heard the heavy door open, creaking as it is rarely used. A small figure came out, the door closing behind them. Well, he thought. Time to go.
He teleported down, following the child behind like old times.
He noticed that they didn't gained any lvl… Relief washed over him. This could be a good ending then. They were probably tired of all the fighting like him. They'll go to the surface…
"Human", he said in their back, hands in his pocket, preparing the whoopee cushion. "Don't you know how to greet-"
He was violently interrupted as he saw a flash of a blade shoved right in his eye socket.