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I walked over to the skeleton and sat down beside him. He was holding a bottle of ketchup in his hand, and his usual smile seemed a bit more forced. Sans turned his head to look at me. I immediately noticed that even his eyes were different. Usually they're only dark when he's serious, or is threatening someone, but this time, they were dark for a different reason. He seemed dead inside.
"hey, kid." His tone was hollow, like he didn't care about anything anymore. Usually, he would put on a metaphorical mask to hide his true feelings, but I knew deep inside that this was the true Sans. A Monster who died long, long ago, yet is still shambling around, living life. Pretending to care, but he only cared for three things; Papyrus, Toriel, and trying to defeat me. Maybe his mask had slipped because that last reason was void now?
"Hey, Sans. Are you ok?" I knew the answer, but I had to hear it from him. I knew him better than most people, and those that think they know him only know the fake Sans.
He took a sip from his bottle of ketchup. "no, i'm not ok. and i think you know that." I sighed. Yes, I did know that, but I was just trying to express concern.
"Haha, good one. You don't care about anyone; you're a heartless murderer. Much less him. You hate him." Don't bother me now, Chara.
All the other Monsters in the establishment looked at us, especially Grillby. I waved them off, we didn't need any extra attention now. Everyone turned away, knowing that this wasn't their business. Except Grillby. The fire elemental kept quietly staring at us, worried about Sans, but now knowing how to express it; the fiery bartender rarely ever spoke. He eventually looked away, but I knew his mind was still on Sans.
"What's wrong, Sans?" This was also something I knew, but not the specifics about it. Why did his state shine through in this specific moment? If anything, it should be disappearing.
Sans kept drinking his ketchup. Then, he laid his head on the countertop. "it's just that… i can't believe it's all over… that you're going to stop… what if you're tricking me? what if… what if… i just can't get over this paranoia…"
I knew there was more to it than that. But he didn't talk about his feelings, it was his rule of thumb. Sans' thoughts told him that he shouldn't tell anyone, he's useless, he doesn't deserve Saving. His mind told him that everyone is better off thinking he's fine, just being lazy. His mind told him that he would just be a burden, there's nothing anyone can do. Except me. And now he can't accept it.
"Sans, it'll be fine now… I'm stopping, it's never happening again. You should just tell someone, and they'll help you…" I knew how he was going to respond, but it was worth a shot.
Knowing the gist of what he was about to say, I prepared for him to do his little time-stopping thing he does when we're talking about something important in public. But to my surprise, it didn't happen.
"kid, no one can help me." Neither me, nor Sans heard the door opening behind us. Sans turned to me. "severe depression isn't something you can just get rid of." He grabbed his bottle of ketchup and turned around to leave, then saw the Monster that had just walked in. Papyrus with a shocked expression.
This is just going to get more fun! Thanks for reading!