— Oh, hello. Took a long time, huh?
Sans didn't want to wait for an answer, but still gave him time to explain. Hopelessly.
— …
— Look, I'm not too happy with the state of affairs. Damn it, you mowed down all the monsters in the underground. For what? Do you really hate us that much?
— Shut up, bone. You annoy me with empty talk.
— Well, then-
The skeleton did not have time to finish, because the man attacked first and unexpectedly, and then the battle began. Sans gave all the best, not sparing himself. The skeleton managed to kill a man, but he returned and fought to the end. The battle cannot last forever, because Sans gets tired, unlike a person. Frisk managed to stab Sans. The skeleton's eyes darkened from the blow, and it sank to its knees. The man scoffed and decided to give the floor to the comedian, asking:
— Well heh, do you have anything to say? Or run out of words?
— Believe me, I will find something to say, little one, and here you are.
The skeleton abruptly pulled Frisk towards him and took the human soul in flight. The body of a man lifelessly rolled by inertia, and Sans did not pay attention to this, because he was dying. Without thinking twice, he swallowed the soul.
…
— Sans, are you okay?!
Asgore's excited voice pulled Sans out of his sleep. The comedian turned towards the voice and was half asleep.
— Well, aside from the cut on his chest, then—
— Sans? I-is that you, Asgore, who else? Do you see other skeletons here?
— Sans, but you're not a skeleton...
— What are you talking about?
Sans looked at his hands and then himself. He realized that he had become a man. His eyes widened in shock.
— How could this happen?!
— I don't know, but. What's wrong with the human?
— Ah, are you talking about that monster with the knife? — I deprived him of his soul and swallowed him up... I didn't know what would happen to me...
— It's okay, it doesn't matter what you look like, what matters is what you did for us. You saved the monsters, Sans.
— Yes, you are right… But, is it possible to extract the soul somehow?..
— Hmm, show your soul.
Sans brought his hand to his chest and instantly a soul formed in his palm, but not white, as it should, but white and red, half of one color, half of another.
— I'm afraid that it is unlikely to succeed ... Your soul and human merged. I'm sorry.
— What?! No. There must be a way out! Where is Alphys?!
— Ah yes, now you can release monsters… I will contact Alphys and warn about you and yours... situation.
— S-S-Sans, what d-d-did you have?!
Alphys met Sans at the entrance to the lab. She was shocked at the sight of...a man who had always been a skeleton before.
Have you released all the monsters?
— Y-yes. As soon as Asgore reported the defeat of a human, I i-immediately released! A-what?
Sans entered the lab without waiting for the scientist's invitation.
— No one must see me.
— C-come on, y-you're Sans-
— But I'm not a skeleton!
Alphys froze and did not take her eyes off Sans. A ringing silence hung in the air, neither of them had anything to say. Sans decided to break the silence:
— Okay, let's go downstairs, we need to somehow remove this soul.
Both went down to the Real Laboratory, and there darkness awaited them.
— L-looks like something with e-electricity, — Alphys said.
— It doesn't matter, — Sans said, ignoring everything, — we need to go.
— S-sans, but we don't d-know
But Sans did not pay attention to the words of the scientist of attention, because a plan had already been born in his head. He noticed a mirror and decided to examine himself. Black hair, blue eyes, and skin, Sans couldn't take his eyes off him. Slightly moving away from looking at the face, he lowered his eyes down and saw a long cut on the sweatshirt and T-shirt in the whole body. Only one word popped into Sans's head: "God." The former skeleton walked up to a large machine called the Withdrawal of Resolve. Despite the name, it could take the soul of any person.
— Sans!
— Back off!
— What happened to you?! Why are you in such a hurry without analyzing the situation, and if you don't calculate to do something, then the consequences can be worse?!
— I know what I do!
— Listen to me. Show me your soul.
— Alfie-
— Show me!
— OK.
Sans brought his hand to his chest and a soul formed in his palm - half white and half red. Alphys looked at the soul in amazement.
Realizing what had happened, Alphys decided to warn her friend:
— Sans, you'll d-die if you t-use that-t.
— Why?
— The apparatus will seize not only half of the soul, but also its - foundation.
— What? What is the "foundation"?
— It is an important part of the soul. It defines the physical shell of the being. Your soul has merged with the human so much that the foundations have become one. You will not last more than a minute, and the soul of a person will also die.
— What?! You are talking nonsense!
— What happened to you?! You've never behaved like this, even in critical situations! You would now be calm and prudent, and would not swear.
— Alphys, I just want to get this over with!
— Just think. The soul of this person is dark, and given that yours has merged with it, then you ... you yourself understand.
— it's different.
Sans understood what Alphys was talking about. But indeed, before the absorption of the soul, despite the genocide of the underground, Sans kept himself in control and remained optimistic. It is unlikely that the situation has gone beyond the line that even the eternal comedian will stop joking.
— Y-you don't even smile, w-although always, as long as I remember you…
— You're right.. I need to rest, today is a hard day.
— S-Sans.
The frustrated comedian did not continue the conversation, but simply teleported home, away from everything and everything. Naturally, the house was empty, because no one lives here except Sans. All that remained of Papyrus was a room and notes about a sock.
— Sorry, Paps, for making this so late. — the man said sadly, putting the sock back in place.
At night, Sans slept like a log. It is understandable, not every day you kill a petty maniac who mowed down half of the underground. Suddenly, the former skeleton woke up from a pounding in his chest. He did not understand where and from what sound.
— I think this is my heart… — suggested the comedian.
— That's right, bonehead.
— Wh-what? — Who are you?!
Sans turned towards the voice and saw… another person? It was a girl of average height, wearing a lime sweater with a single horizontal stripe, brown trousers, and boots of the same color. She has peach skin, brown hair, pink blush on her cheeks, brown eyes, and a wide but not kind smile. Sans had the idea that she was just like the person whose soul the skeleton swallowed today. Sans was at a loss "How could he slip through unnoticed".
— Hah, didn't you catch up?
— Didn't you see me behind Frisk? It seemed to me that yes.
— Frisk? Are you talking about that petty killer?
— That's right, emptyhead. I put on this whole show out of hatred for you monsters! Huh, Frisk was easy to persuade, you should have seen her crying over a pile of dust, but I quickly brought her to her senses!
— Oh, you little bastard!
Sans's eyes glowed red with rage. In an instant, he materialized a sharp bone, which he then threw at the "small reptile". To the surprise of the comedian, the bone flew past.
— It seems that he became a man, brains appeared, but they seem to be gone. I am immaterial! I am in you! I am part of you! — with a share of laughter, and then some fury, the girl said.
— But how is this possible?!
— Slow-witted! You absorbed the soul of Frisk, which I was attached to when she fell into the underground. Outcome?
— You are here… — Sans muttered with indifference.
— Hah, well, you see! You can whenever you want!
Sans wilted. One was to lose friends and a brother, and become a man, and the other ... to get a maniac in his head, who, like a professional puppeteer, simply pulled the strings of an innocent child.
— I've been blaming the little one all this time for everything they did to us monsters. She killed a skeleton close to me and I hated her more, but it turns out that YOU were behind it! Damn maniac!
— Hah, where were YOU when Frisk was killing everyone, and in particular where were YOU when your brother died? A?!
A drop crashed on the floor: Sans could not stand it. Indeed, this could have been prevented if only he had not been lazy. Guilt fell heavily on the comedian's shoulders. He tried to control himself, as he always did, but he couldn't.
— I-I…I…don't know...just leave me alone…I want to sleep.
Sans went to bed, ignoring the maniac's laughter.