Author note: A big ol trigger warning for this chapter. I don't wanna spoil but seriously guys, suicide stuff and SH warning. Don't force yourself to read something that you can't handle just yet. It's alright, you got this. On a lighter note, in the time it's taken me to upload again, my dumb dreams came up with an Undertale ship even though I don't really ship. Burgerpants x Papyrus XD. My brain even rationalized it. Has anyone shipped them? Idk, do with this what you will.

Sans found himself in Waterfall. He hadn't been trying to teleport anywhere in particular, but he supposed this place was as good as any.

"am i really going to do this?" He asked himself, walking over to a nearby ledge, "am i really going to jump?"

i know i deserve it.

He sighed, then flopped down, letting his legs dangle over the edge.

"is there really any consequences either way? the kid'll keep resetting now, just because i went and screwed up the script."

He absentmindedly traced a finger over the bandages on his arms.

"i have no reason to live, yet no reason to die, " he chuckled, "that's the greatest joke of all isn't it, there's just no point in anything, so why do i feel so guilty?"

m'crazy, sitting here talking to myself.

He fiddled with the pocket knife, wondering if he should just use that.

"ah, to heck with it," he said, flicking open the knife to cut off the bandages, "may as well punish myself again."

Then he heard someone call his name, he sighed a little, then turned to look at the kid.

"how'd you find me?"

*They told him it was a lucky guess.*

In reality, Chara had gotten the idea that if Sans was gonna... off himself, this would probably be the general area he'd be in.

*Frisk stood behind him hesitantly, unsure of what to do and what move to make.*

"i s'pose you're here to talk me off the ledge, huh?" He asked, tapping the blade against his arm as he spoke, "though, i don't see why you care. there some sort of achievement for 'saving me?' "

*Frisk simply asked why.*

"why not?" He carved a shallow line into his radius, or his ulna, Frisk wasn't quite sure which was which, "i'm not accomplishing anything good either way, so might as well judge myself."

*Frisk took a hesitant step forwards.*

"just don't worry about it," he said dully, shaking some dust from the knife, "it's all a game to you anyways isn't it?"

*Now pretty annoyed by his words, and by how calmly he said them, Frisk demanded why he even fought to avenge his brother if it didn't matter.*

"the only thing that doesn't matter here is me," he replied, as simple as if stating facts, "why do i remember so much, if i can't even change it. is there no way for me to change anything, or am i just that weak? heh, the answers pretty obvious."

so weak, there's not a strong enough of a word to describe it. it's ironic isn't it?

*Frisk stared at him for a moment, shocked by his unintentional confession of remembering past timelines, then looked to Chara for advice.*

"I don't know," Chara told them, "Do you think we get a different ending based off this?"

*Frisk looked uncertain.*

"What's wrong?" Chara crossed their arms with a frown, "This is a game remember? We just unlocked more storyline."

"what cha looking at kid?" Sans gave them a forced grin as he noticed them seemingly staring at nothing, "you seem to be, 'on edge.' "

He slashed his arm hard, then said, "w-well, guess i don't have much time left anyway, so..."

He struggled to stand, then turned to face Frisk, letting his soul float out of his chest.

"two for the price of one," Sans fingered the knife and glanced back at the ledge, then gave a shaky laugh, "why am i scared? it's not like i haven't died before."

*Frisk stepped forwards.*

Sans shook his head, "you can't stop me."

Then he simply stepped backwards, raising the knife to his soul as he began to fall.

*Frisk couldn't help it, his name torn from their throat as they were filled with Determination, and jumped after him.*

"Frisk!" Chara screamed, "You dummy! Don't risk your life for a string of one's and zeroes! Why- Why did it have to be falling?..."

*Frisk dove after the surprisingly light skeleton, grabbing and wrenching his hands away from his soul.*

He just stared at them for a moment, glanced back at the ledge.

i should teleport, i should save the kid.

Then he closed his eyes.

it doesn't matter, they'll keep resetting anyway. over and over and over and-

*Frisk could see a split second where he let his mask down and they could see he was crying.*

But then they hit something, and Frisk was greeted with a black screen.

[Continue?] [Reset?]

They hit the Reset button, this time, they could change things.

End note because why not: Lately I've been drawing more than writing, and by more than writing, I mean I haven't been writing at all. I had this saved for a while and was gonna change it some but... well I didn't. Been struggling with this story. Maybe it's because I'm actually starting to have a better mental state? Idk. They never tell you that there's a part of you that wishes you weren't improving. Honestly, I don't know who I am without these feelings. Um... anyway thanks for reading! ? Guess I'll end on that note.