Sorry, I purposely took out one chapter in this. Trust me though, it isn't important. At all. It's more like an intro. Not to mention it has nothing to do with Undertale itself really. All it was was just a crepy warning/prologue. In all honesty it was supposed to be the first chapter of this entire fic. If you REALLY want to see it then you can go on Quotev. Updates are faster there. And FYI if something in this story's A/N's don't make sense it's cause I copy and paste them from Quotev where it's originally written.

[so.. I'm just gonna lay it on ya', I have absolutely no real plan for an actual plot. I have the basic story.. Real basic. Literally. Just the description. That's about it, 'cept for a few angsty flashbacks. Hm, maybe I should put a bit of PTSD warning as well? Uh.. I don't know what I'm doing anymore... Anyway, I'm on my phone so . . . typos! Yay! ^_^ A/N's aren't going to be entire chapters so don't worry. And I'm sorry each part has been so short. As I've said I don't really know what I'm writing besides angst, Sans's depression, Chara's torture, bloody flashbacks, and eventual family moments... Maybe an intro to life on the surface? Their "happy ending"? Yeah... Lost of characters. I'm trying to include everyone. Well the main cast anyway. Even Napstablook! Whom I often misspell. XP But I love him. And MTT isn't evil. I know some people do that. Sans and him don't get along that well, but don't hate each other. He's egotistic but not mean. Doesn't show up yet though. Sans is good friends with Toriel. Not sure about Asgore. Respect I guess? Anyways... Quick violence warning. Somewhat gory & angst ridden flashback. Oh, and I apologize for not fixing any mistakes.. Lazy, I know.. Fuck, I need to shorten these notes! Or write longer chapters at least . . . -_- ]

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ugh.. What was that..? He needed more sleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Argh! Make it stop! He shoved a pillow over his head.

Beep! Beep! Be-

He slammed his hand down on the off button on the alarm clock. Why did he let his brother set that again? Ah, not worth it. Nothing was anymore. Not that anyone else needed to know that.

Fighting just wasn't really worth it for him. He figured it must have been because all those resets tired him out, stretched him beyond his limits. It wasn't always like that. At first it was only a theory, then nightmares. Eventually they became more livid, more and more real. One day he woke up and remembered some of the other timeline's events. He firgured it out when he mentioned events that had never happened. At first he was just confused, but it became more clear as time that went on. Until eventually he remembered every single detail. It was tough. For a while it was hard just to keep track of each individual event, what happened and not. Then people started dying. He once slipped, asked where someone was, then another started crying. He knew then he'd messed up. And eventually he started being the one killed. He'd feel the pain of dying only to wake up in bed moments later.

If someone were to ask what it was like to die, he'd answer "painful & agonizing". And it was, in more eays than one.

He had felt himself cracking, dripping blood, deteriating into dust, over and over. It had almost become a routine for him. You'd think he'd get used to it. He did, in a way. He was used to feeling pain. He was used to all the blood. He was used to yelling, crying out, with no one to hear. He was used to all the dust. He was used to being alone.

What he wasn't used to, was the black empty void of death. For a second he'd feel nothing at all, only emptiness.. Couldn't see nor feel. It was terrifying. Even more so was to wake up right after, as though nothing happened. No rest, just a painful death repeating over and over again. He wanted so badly to just take a break, to sleep.. Just to calm himself down, but how would you explain why? No one would believe him anyway. Not that it mattered.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter.

It. Didn't. Matter.

It. Didn't. Fucking! Matter!

"Stop it! Stop it! Just fucking quit already! I'm sick of this! Can't you see what this is doing to me?! I hate it! I fucking hate it! You have no idea how this feels! Over and over again! You've felt death before! Then why? Why?! Why do you make me suffer?! What have I ever done to deserve this?!"

"Karmic Retribution. What goes around comes around. You've killed me over and over. So it's only fair. You said it yourself. After all, that's mostly what fuels your magic right? Besides.. I want to make you see just how pointless it all is. Hm, that expression on your face. It's the look of someone who's died twenty-nine times. Sound familiar?" She sneered, driving her knife deeper into his spine, tracing it down. Blood pured along his back like a stream. She brought it out scraping it along his ribs, writing out the word DIE over and brough out his arm, making another scar. Twenty-nine marks, then one more.

"Let's make it thirty! ^_^"

She laughed as the knife cut straight through his chest. Laughing as blood splattered her face red. Laughing, as he slowly turned to dust. Laughing, as he yelled louder than he ever did before.

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He woke up screaming.

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"SAAANS! GET UP YOU LAZYBONES!" his loud brother's voice rang out, interrupting his thoughts. Porbably a good thing.

He grudgingly went and grabbed a random shirt to put on. It was black with random science equations on it. He shrugged. Sans had almost forgotten he owned it. It reminded him of his days as lab assistant. What little he remembered at least.

He walked downstairs after putting on his jacket. He never went anywhere without it anymore. It made him feel safer, as weird as that sounded. When he entered the entered the kitchen he saw many ofbhis friends at the table already. They had all decided to live together as one big family after exiting the Underground. Life on the ssurface wasn't easy at first, but eventually things quited down. Peace as well as many Monster rights meetings were still going on, but Monsters could live above ground legally now at least. He wondered how long this would all last. He tried not to think about it, but he was still curious regardless. He guessed he hadn't fully grown his days as a kid had promised no more resets, after some begging from Flowey. He had overheard it one night. Flowey hadn't needed to plead much since she wasn't planning on reseting anyway. She still duped him into coming with them by "blackmailing" the plant that way. Probably one of the only times she had lied. Wasn't completely a lie, since she had done it once before. He had disapeared when she had asked him the last time. He never showed up again, so she reset. Sans couldn't blame her much, since his brother might have done the same thing. Not him, of course.

"Sans!" Frisk greeted hapily from her seat. He saw the flower pouting next to her placed in a small pot. Toriel was at the stove helping Papyrus cook some pancakes. That felt reasuring. Undyne and Alphys were at the table eating along with Asgore who had been previously reading what the humans called the newspaper. Mettaton and his cousin were currently on tour at the moment. Frisk had convinced them to start hanging out more. Aplhys and the robot texted often now. It got annoying sometimes, especiallly on movie night. Eventually Undyne convinced her to have set times to talk.

"mornin' kiddo," Sans greeted with his usual trademark smile, nevermind how fake it was most of the time.

"About time you woke up, punk!" Undyne said annoyed, yet slightly teasing.

"SANS! UNDYNE'S RIGHT. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN UP AN HOUR AGO! WHAT TOOK SO LONG?" Papyrus complained. Sans grinned, perfect.

"what can i say, bro? guess i was just bone tired."

Toriel and Frisk both giggled, Flowey, Undyne, and Papyrus however only groaned. Alphys and Asgore sighed with smiles on their faces, used to his puns.

"SANS!"

"hey you know i'm so good at sleeping i can do it with my eyes closed."

"I'M WARNING YOU."

"what? didn't tickle you're funny bone?"

"ENOUGH SANS!"

"not humerous enough for you?"

"SANS, IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS!"

"Ugh, shut up both of you! Can't you see he's just enjoying your reactions?" Flowey yelled. Sans and him never really did get along well.

"what's the matter bud?"

"No," the plant deadpanned.

"i'm just trying to get to the root of the problem."

"Knock it off!"

"what? am i bugging you?"

"I'll leave!"

"don't 'cha mean leaf?"

"Frriiisk! Make him stop!" Flowey winned to his (definitely not)friend. The girl shrugged, amused.

"Dear, I think that's enough," the goat-mom scolded, but she still had a smile on her face.

"Yeah, some of us are trying to eat!" Undyne groaned again.

"okay," Sans shrugged. He grabbed a bottle of ketchup from the fridge and sat down to start eating. "so, what were you guys talking about before?"

"W-well.. Frisk thougt it m-might be nice to go on a picnic l-later tonight," Alphys stuttered.

"Yeah, then we could all watch the stars together!" Frisk cheered, "I know how much you like space and stuff, so I thought it'd be great!"

"As long we don't stay out too late of course," Tori stated, sitting along with Papyrus at the table.

"And I'll finally get out of this stinkin' pot!" Flowey piped in.

"It would be nice to get some fresh air," the former king offered.

"DOESN'T THAT SOUND GREAT, BROTHER?" Paps had a huge smile on his face.

Sans's grin faltered a little. What, were they asking him for permission or something? Why? What'd he matter to having a nice time anyway? Frankly he didn't care. He never truly had fun anymore anyway. Though it did sound peacefull. And he always loved seeing them having fun. Plus he did love stargazing. He's always ignored the problem before anyway. What was one more day?

"sounds like a good time." He grinned, less fake than before.

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If only it would stay that way . . .