You gasped out as you clutched your chest, awaiting to feel the bone that had pierced you. Taking in your breath, you looked down and found that there was nothing there, that you were once again laying ontop of your bed inside of Toriel's house. Looking down at your quaking hands, you could hear his voice whispering in your ears: the pain and hatred that it held. Steadying your hands, you made your way back towards the Ruin Doors.
"You're going again? Not really sure if it's either your determination or your own stupidity that drives you to go back through there...but..."
Turning around, you tried to face Flowey, but he was already gone. You let out a sigh before placing your hands against the stone doors. You could hear your heart pounding against your ears, louder and louder at every passing moment.You knew what awaited for you on the other side. But even so, you held your head high, accepting the fate that awaited you. Taking a shaky breath, you pushed the doors open. At the slightest intake of the chilly wind against your face, your soul was pulled out once more.
"a bitch like you..." a deep voice emanated behind a gaping mouth of a monstrous skull that stood but a few inches away from your face. "should go fuck herself." A bright blue beam enveloped your body, scorching your flesh from your bones. Your scream fading away along with your shattered soul.
Time and time again you ran towards your death, only to awaken curdled up on your bed. The residing pain left on your heart caused you to scream against your pillows, muffling your agony. Breathing away your pain, your body loosen up from its fetus-like state. Your voice echoing through your mind, telling you how you deserved the agonizing pain he gave you. No matter how many times he killed you, no matter how painfully he did it, it would never make up for the suffering you had caused to him and all your friends. Through shaky knees, you solemnly walked towards the stone doors, where death awaited for you.
Your footsteps echoed throughout the lonely corridor that led to the Ruin Doors. Hands sweating and heart pounding you never once slowed your stride. Even when Chara'svoice rang throughout your mind, telling you to fight back, you continued to walk. For the sounds of the past, of your friends pleading you to stop, rang louder. Once opening the door, you came face to face with your executioner as he pulled out your soul once more. While he leaned against a tree with his left eye blazing, you noticed that he was waiting for you to make the first move. So you did the only thing you could think of. You slowly kneeled down onto the snow and lowered your head. Awaiting for your punishment.
Sans glared at you, wondering what type of ploy you were trying to convey. If you believed that playing the victim would gain any mercy from him, then you thought wrong. Letting out a scowl, he raised his hand and summoned bones to pierce your body. The bones launched your body high into the air. Tightening his fist, he forced the bones to vanish, leaving your body to fall to the ground. Hanging onto what little life you had left, you went back to kneeling on the ground. Sans rage grew when you continued to do nothing against his attacks. Grabbing you by your throat, he slammed your body against the stone doors. As you felt your windpipe getting crushed beneath his phalanges, you gripped onto the hem of your sweater to prevent your hands from gripping his.
With his free hand, Sans summoned a sharpened bone and pierced it through your chest. Struggling to cough up the blood, you began to gag as Sans tightened his hold against your throat. When your body finally stopped quivering and he felt your heart beat no longer between his phalanges did he release you. As your body slumped onto the ground he stared at the blood that coated his hands. Tightening his fist, he let out a loud roar of frustration, causing numerous bones to pierce your lifeless body till the world reloaded once more.
"bitch, i'm not sure what you're playing here, but you better quit or start fighting because this is starting to get a little old!" He said as he lend against a nearby tree. But you didn't move as you continued to sit on your knees. "do you enjoy the thought of me killing you or is there something i'm not getting here. cause if it is, then you're more of a freak then i thought." You raised your head to him, giving him the faintest smile you could muster.
'I deserve this. There is nothing more to this but me getting what I deserve.'
"you think this is enough to make anyone forgive you for what you had done! if only they knew, they would want more thanjust your death! they would want you to suffer! if only they could remember the pain you had caused them like i do every single day!" Sans pummeled your body with bones till your body was covered in your own blood. "for four years i had to replay the same days! for four years i was forced to take part in your sick games. and you want to know what the fucked up part is. because of those fuckin resets, those miserable four years stretched on for too long for anyone to handle." Sans broke a piece of bone that stood sticking up from the ground. Holding onto it tight, he slammed it down though your gut slowly twisting it till your soul shattered.
Not a few minutes passed before he found himself standing once more with you kneeling before him. Pulling out your soul, he slowly walked towards you. Bending down, he gazed into your slitted eyes. "aren't you tired of this bullshit yet?" You smiled sadly at him with your face filled with determinaton. Sans looked away as he scuffed before getting back up. "ya know, before you would have never have let me kill you so easily. so why now?" You shook your head before raising your hand to sign.
'Anything I would say would only sound like a lame excuse. But I will say that I never ment to hurt anyone. And...that I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to stop it.'
Sans tightened his fists as he watched you sign. For that wasn't what he was expecting you to say. Not really bothering to ask himself why you resorted to signing when he knew you could speak with that sickly voice that taunted his dreams, every night. Raising his hand, he lifted your body slowly into the air. Summoning his blaster, they began to power up. All he wished at this very moment was that you would just quit. To stop coming back and let the night end.
'Out of the frying pan'
"... and into the blaster."
'It's what a murderer like me deserve, right Sans?'
Sans closed his eyesockets as he gritted his teeth before letting his blasters loose. Your scream blended with the roar of the magic for which he was grateful for. For he couldn't handle to hear it at the moment. Soul shattering, he silently begged that you would not return for the rest of the night. But his wishing was all for not for there you stood once more...waiting for him.
Shatter after shatter, Sans let his rage consume him as he watched you die before his own hands. Counting all the times you had killed his friends, of all the lousy attempts in the past timelines to make amends only to lose it at the end. Death after bloody death, he watched as you stood before him, taking all he had. Never once did you ever dodge or fight back, nor pleaded for him to stop.
Losing count, he was starting to get sick of it all. Sick of watching your blood stain the snow, sick of smelling the cooper scent the wind carried, the sickening waft of burnt flesh and bones. Magic coursing through his left hand, his eyes gazed upon your broken shattered body as it hunged against the stone doors. Slowly lifting up your head, you smiled softly at him. With shaky hands you took hold of your soul before offering it to him.
{WhAt arE yoU doiNg?ThAt isN't yoUrs tO givE anYMore! YoUr sOul beloNgs tO mE! GOt iT!}
Even if it isn't mine anymore, I don't really care.
{WhaT!?}
You said you would let me save them. This is the only way I know how. With my soul, they can be free.
{Do whAtever yoU waNt thEn! IN thE eNd thAt vEry sOul thAt iS sO deteRmIne tO nOt diE wilL sTill bE miNe!}
Sans' eyesocket grew wide and dark as he watched you fade away all the while desperate to leave your soul behind. Seeing it shatter before him once more, he gritted his teeth. He was tired and sick of it all.
As much as he tried, he couldn't hold on to the burning hate he had for you. For one, monsters weren't born to feel such a way. Secondly, seeing you so pitiful and broken only left him with a bad taste in his mouth and lastly...he was just tired of it all. Compared to all the many past timelines, you didn't seem like your usual cynical self. But it could just be you trying to fool him again. Letting out a sigh, he hid behind a tree. Shrouding himself in the dark depth of the woods, he waited till you emerged. He decided he'd see what you would do without him there to stop you.
Opening the door slowly, you carefully stepped onto the snowy ground. Taking in a shaky breath, you let the cold seep through your sweater. The cold silent night, surrounded all around you with only the gentle creaking of the trees crying against the wind. Finding no signs of Sans, you slid down with your back against the stone doors. Wrapping your knees close to your chest, you finally let your unsheaded tears fall. Relief crashing upon you, you silently wepped through the cold night. Just the thought of being able to stay in the snow without the constant assault from who you always considered to be one of your most cherished friends, filled you with so much joy. Joy that leaked through your shut eyes as your clothes gathered the falling snow.
After what felt like hours, you heard a small crack coming from within the depth of the forest. The noise echoed through out, catching your attention. Raising your head, you looked around and saw that nothing had changed. Noticing but the small build of snow that had piled ontop of you, you decided it was time to go. Getting up without brushing yourself off, you returned back to the Ruins. The small snow trail left behind you, melted quickly into nothing as you slumped back onto your bed. Eyes heavy with fallen tears, you let yourself drift into a deep slumber. Dreaming of the hatred that crossed the skeleton's face.
Sans waited for you to make a move, to do anything really. But all you did was sit as the snow buried you underneath it. After a long time, he soon noticed that your body gave out a small quake from the cold. His body automatically tried to take a step closer only in resulting in stepping onto a branch, breaking it in the process. You briefly looked up before retreating back into the Ruins. He couldn't understand, why would you go through all the trouble in letting him kill you only to go back. He stood and watched the stone doors as he tried to think what you were planning. He sighed as he shoved his hands into his pocket. He looked away knowing that he knew he wouldn't know the answer to why you were acting this way. For he never knew why you did the things in the past. You where the type that seemed to never need a reason to do what you did. Seeing how his brother would soon wake up for his daily patrol, he decided to go back as well.
Walking through the forest and into the town, his mind couldn't seem to get you out of his mind. More so than usual, but instead of fear it was more of curiosity. Did you go back to destroy the Ruins as you did once before? He hoped that that wasn't the case, he was so close in convincing Tori to leave that depressing place. Not that the rest of the underground wasn't depressing, but at least she would be with friends. The other thing that confused him was your soul. It never looked more detached from you, as if it was just there for show. Everything about this new timeline was different. Your manner, your soul, to the very way you appeared. Almost as if you where somone else, somone he meet long ago. But he knew that was just but a false dream bringing false hope. Opening his front door, he saw that he was too late, for his brother had already woken up.
"SANS! WHY WEREN'T YOU IN BED!!" Shouted his worried brother.
"sorry paps. just felt like taking a walk is all." Sans explained as he brushed the snow from his jacket.
"SANS YOU SHOULDN'T BE SO CARELESS! WHAT IF A HUMAN SAW YOU!!?"
"maybe i did run into one. who kno-..." Papyrus took hold of Sans so quickly that he couldn't finish the joke he wanted to do. "kinda tight there bro, gonna crush me to death or something?"
"SANS! DON'T JOKE ABOUT SUCH THINGS!! I...I DON'T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPENED...IF...IF..." Faintly glowing orange tears gushed out of his brother's eyesockets, which left Sans feeling like an asshole. Gently rubbing his brother's back, he tried to console him.
"sorry bro, just having an off day. didn't mean to rattle you or nothin'." Papyrus gave him one more squeeze before letting him go.
"THAT'S ALL RIGHT BROTHER. I AM JUST GLAD THAT YOU ARE ALRIGHT. NOW GO STRAIGHT TO BED. NO MORE WONDERING BUSINESS."
"paps, it's morning. aren't ya going to say i gotta go to work or somethin'."
"KNOWING YOU, YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP LAST NIGHT. BUT IF YOU MUST GO TO WORK THEN TAKE A NAP BEFORE YOU LEAVE. I DON'T WANT TO FIND YOU COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AGAIN." Sans slumped onto the oversized couch as he watched his brother fix his armor before heading towards the door.
"yeah yeah, love you too bro." Papyrus glared at him before saying that he cared for him as well. Only when Sans closed his eyesockets, pretending to fall asleep, did he hear Papyrus leave the house. All alone, he let his gaze fall to the ceiling.The last thing he wanted was to worry his brother more then usual. After the few timelines he had decided to confront the old you first before his brother, thinking that he could stop you before you got to strong. But in the end, he still ended up dying. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop you...he couldn't change anything.
The only thing that did change from his action was his brother. Papyrus had changed. After those timelines, Papyrus become overly protective of him. Fussing over him as if he would fall at any moment. Papyrus didn't even care if he threw puns at him or not. He never asked for bedtime stories or bothered to make him pick up his socks. He wouldn't even get mad at him if he asked to carry him home after a long days work. Papyrus would even ask if he wanted to. He wasn't sure if his brother remembered, or...Either way, the boundless joy he once had, was gone. He was still Papyrus, confident, and innocent as always. But he just seemed older, more aware, more cautious then before. Just another reason to hate you.