For awhile, Sans couldn't feel anything.
He thought he was dead, floating in an empty void. He tried looking around, but he felt stiff, so he just laid still.
It wasn't after he heard the ambience of the cave that he realise he wasn't dusted. He opened his eyes. He was flowing down a river. Its bright luminance filled the narrow cave. Why was he here? He was supposed to be at Grillby's, eating with Papyrus. Too hurt to shrug, he calmly flowed down the river. He was as good as dead anyway.
Eventually, he came to a smooth stop, feeling that his leg was caught on a piece of human garbage.
He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't obey. He became aware of the gnawing pain in his chest. He dared a look, his neck protesting in pain.
Looking down, there was the wound the human inflicted. Blood was clotted on his dark jacket, and beneath, his white - now red - shirt. He wanted to take it off; if he didn't he risked infection. But yet again his arms wouldn't move.
So this is how he was going to die. Slowly and painfully, rotting in a river.
The human should've killed him off. Why didn't they? Maybe it was their version of a sick joke.
Suddenly, he was reminded of when Papyrus was making his 'Battle Body,' with his help. Sans did most of the work- he spent countless hours in the scrapyard to get the supplies he needed. He would even look to Mettaton for help on the design, however never mentioned this to Papyrus- Mettaton wasn't a great role model. Now that he thought about it, neither was he. What did he do to be successful? If anything, it was his bigger brother that was the role model- he was in the Royal Guard, he tried to do his job as a sentry, he attempted to capture the human.
He even died with dignity. He offered mercy, however undeserved, to the human. He wanted to reform them, to be friends. And Sans wasn't there to help. He hid like a coward, like the filthy, smiling trash bag he was.
Wet, warm tears rolled down behind his temples. He failed everyone. He couldn't do anything now.
Closing his eyes, he waited to humbly embrace death.
an: hoooboy, what am i doing omg i should not dedicate myself to this story but here i am Owo
I can't promise this will really be anything extravagant… i will admit that i don't have much of a plot for this story. but who knows it may actually go somewhere -w-
since today I've updated the information pertaining to who is involved. i def plan to have Alphys in here; im still thinking about who the oc will be or if there will be one at all, so it might disappear.
thank you for anyone who started reading this, it does really mean alot to me :heart: have a good afterday~