"Human!" Papyrus ran after her footprints, Sans on his heels.
Sans shivered as the human used a toy knife to chop his brother in half, all while maintaining eye contact with him. Her foot twisting on his brother's skull turning his words of advice into unintelligible stammers. Maintaining eye contact, she picked up his brother's scarf and displayed it around her neck. She then bent down again, still keeping a sharp eye on Sans gathering dust in the snow and tossed it full force across town. "Good luck." Backing away slowly, she was in the distance. Promise or dust? Promise or dust? Welp, she'll die a couple times, he's sure.
Sans has never hated resets more than he does now. Everytime he is close to having all of his brother's dust, the human dies. He has spent at least 70 hours trying to gather this dust. Finally it's all in his palm. He rushes to his house and puts it in a bowl.
He has no time. He knows Undyne is dead by the lack of resets. And this child has help from a flower that really needs ripped to shreds. Hotland, in a hoodie. He takes off his hoodie and ties it around him. He thinks about Undyne's promised punishment. At least he doesn't have to do that because he had a feeling that even if he quit his job, he would still somehow be doing Undyne's punishment.
Unfortunately, this just makes him feel guilty. The kid was ten or younger, in a new environment, no friends at the start. Not only did he scare her, he changed her. "Maybe I deserve to be burning in hell." He placed his jacket back on.
Humming. Not loud to keep from attracting the monsters' attention. Just enough to be soothing. He followed the noise. He adjusted his position in his hiding spot to keep from the human's attention while watching them.
Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Sans was trying not to throw up looking at all the dust. Not that this has been the first time, it's just that the times with Flowey, he wasn't at fault. This one, he at the very least had partial blame.
Muffett, Mettaton, all dead with ease. She smiled, taking out that damn notebook and some glasses, before walking towards the core. Sans sighed, script or no script? "Doesn't matter." Sans shrugged. He knew one thing though, he was planning to offer mercy, as he was certain there was a good kid inside.