If you ask Sans where it all began, he'll ask in return that you elaborate. The resets didn't happen all at once, the first time it happened he really didn't notice at first. First it was just all came back to the day the queen found one of her lost children contorted into a golden flower. It had Asriel's memories but the thing had rejected her in the end once it realized it was soulless and that it could no longer love. Sans' knowledge of that day was mostly guess work based off what little the queen told him, they did not get in touch until after the gifting holiday where he had his days off to enjoy with friends and family. By then it had disappeared and the queen would only let him coax so many details out of her, stubborn one, that lady.

Rumors of a friendly flower trying to help spread through the underground. It was only then Undyne told him about what she'd done, how bad she felt for the queen. She said it was supposed to a gift for the queen, that it was a surprise. She never thought the thing would reject her.

Poor girl, she tries so hard not to feel like a fuck up, especially after what happened with Gas- with the former royal scientist. It had been an awful thing to experience. He tried to shield her when Gast- when HE went mad, promised himself. In the end, he broke that promise to himself.

After the first reset it had been like it, the flower, never existed...

Sans had carried through the day, with his daily routine.

Number one,Wake Pap for the first time, stay long enough to hear him ask for a few minutes more. He was SO lazy! Sans couldn't possibly sleep for that long. With or with out night terrors!

Number two, cook or heat up Pap some breakfast. Sans never bothered eating it him self.

Inky blackness forced it's way through his eye sockets, his nose, his screaming mouth. It burns so much. It feels as though his soul is being consumed as the molasses like sludge works its way slowly into his rib cage, forever tainting it. Once upon a time it was the closest thing to a hug his friend could manage. It once felt as though you were in the softest, warmest, bed imaginable. It was an act of comfort that he had felt safe. Now it was an act of aggression that left him feeling violated.

He didn't quite like the idea of eating anymore...

Number three, wake Papyrus up for real and bribe him with food. That usually got the teen(or at least teen in a skeleton's lifetime, their lifespans are pretty freakin long) moving.

"COME ON PAPYRUS! WAKE UP!", he shouted, pulling his blanket off him. Pap was a little hard of hearing, so Sans usually yelled everything. It got to the point where he did it in everyday conversations, regardless of whether or not Papyrus was there. Papyrus figured this out at an early age and now talks softly for fear of embarrassing himself by yelling at inappropriate times. Papyrus groaned, "i don't wanna." "WELL YA GOTTA.", Sans replied, having said the same thing yesterday and thought nothing of it. Conversations with his brother often repeated. Neither noticed, or if they did they didn't care.

Throwing the blanket on the carpet, Sans climbed on the bed he got Paps when he was still just a kid and prepared himself for launch. Papyrus had no clue as to what he had planned. Muh ha ha!

"YOU'VE GOT TILL THE COUNTA THREE PAPYRUS!", a faint grumble could be heard from the youngest of the skeleton brothers as he turned to the eldest. "ONE!", "but sa-ans...", "TWO!", pause for effect, "THREEE!", Sans shouted as he leaped onto his brother, hitting him square in the rib cage, effectively knocking what little wind he had out of him.

"Ompth!", Paps complained, struggling for breath while Sans sat up on his chest and started shouting even louder than before. "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"

Papyrus sat up quickly in defeat, causing Sans to fall over into his legs.

"okay! okay, brother! you win! i am not match for the invincible sans!", Sans cheered in victory as he scrambled get off the larger's legs as Papyrus sat up. "HECK YEAH! GET DUNK ON!", he said as he made a dunking a basketball gesture to the ground.

Placing his feet on the ugly carpet. Papyrus chuckled, honestly, his brother's so childish. It's no wonder people think he's the youngest, sometimes even Papyrus forget he was the real little brother, not Sans.

"did you take your medicine, brother?", Papyrus asked. He'd take his own when he got dressed and brushed his teeth. "Uh... I'LL TAKE IT NOW!", Sans replied and zoomed away.

Papyrus whipped at his sockets and stretched, listening as his bones popped.

Today just might be okay! So far so good!

Sans thought as he stretched open his mouth, not having a jawbone sucked because he had to drink out of straws and couldn't eat larger foods like apples and really big burgers. It's another reason not to bother eating. Paps sometimes got him super cool swirly straws because he knew how Sans was about wasting money on himself, but he'd never look a gift horse in the mouth though. Especially from Pap.

Placing the pills in his mouth Sans summoned an ecto tongue for the pills to rest on while he looked for a straw. They where placed randomly among most other things, but he usually kept one in each room for convenience. Finding a cheap plastic bendy one behind some cold medicine, Sans filled up the glass he took from his room and plopped it in. He opened his mouth slightly to allow the chewed up straw in and took a sip from it, swallowing the pills along with the water.

Papyrus walked in as Sans was climbing down the step stool to the sink. "almost done?", Papyrus asked. Standing in the doorway he watched as Sans took the pile of dirty clothes and said, "ALMOST."

He moved out the way to let the moving pile of cloths that was once his brother past. "need some help?", Papyrus asked, noticing his brother's struggle. "NAH, I GOT THIS."

Sans made his way carefully down the first few steps when the world went black.

Sans woke up in his bed, just the whole morning. Huh, that was the furthest he'd gotten in a while. This anomaly happen once and restarted him back from several years in the future to now, it's starting and stopping the time line and resetting at different times. It's almost out of control, but also he notices that it has a certain pattern now that it once didn't. It's almost like it's trying to take control of it's self. This isn't stable, the space time continuum can't possibly take this. Sooner or later the time line it's self will break, then what?

I don't like this.

You look up at the goat's face. His fur was pale white and had golden blonde facial hair for some reason. That's kinda weird, why would he need facial hair if he already had fur?

"What an awful creature, torturing such poor and innocent youth", he said. There was nothing but gentleness in his tone.

You know the rest, don't you...