Sans continued to lay in the flowing water. He didn't bother to pick off the sticky trash that floated onto his chest and jacket. Apparently it would be his laziness that would be his downfall.
His thoughts were racing a Grand Prix. It started with how he got here. More thoughts competed with the starter- You didn't try hard enough. You were a coward. Some fought for a voice in his mind: You couldn't have done anything else. They were too strong anyway. They aren't your friend anymore. Other thoughts dragged behind, taking far too many stops. The one in the front of the race however, was this:
Why didn't they reset? It hurt his brain too much to think about it. But he had to. It what he did best. Think and Think and Think.
So he started thinking.
His thoughts slowed and wandered toward the shed behind his house. He fondly remembered photos of him and Papyrus scattered around, and in a corner was a dusty machine he vowed to never touch. A tattered old blueprint lay on a low shelf. In a drawer, several journals would be filled and recorded by previous versions of himself. Although he could never remember anything about filling them out, there they were, unscathed by the Resets.
From what he discovered from past journal entries made by the previous Sanses, the all out genocide performed by the human was not the first one. There were two definitions as to what the Resets were. The human had done what the Sanses call 'Hard Resets' or Hardsets, where everything is rolled back to a fixed point in time, over and over again. These usually occurred when the human escaped from the underground, but it has been recorded that it may happen at any point of time, indicative by sudden stops in entries.
What the Sanses called Rewinds were when the human would access a way to roll back to a specific point in time when they had died. It doesn't completely reset whatever world they were in, so the Sanses felt the need to differentiate the two.
Normally, the human would Hardset by now if the Sanses observations and pauses in entries were correct.
But they haven't. And Sans really wanted to know why.
His surroundings around him begged to differ. Further downriver he heard distinctive splashes that sounded very similar to footsteps. At first he wanted to shout to them to run and hide and save themselves, but he decided to remain silent. What was there to warn? Everyone was dead or near there. He managed to convince himself that it was a large stone falling from aboveground.
Until he heard the crying.
an: ah i am pleased to hear that people are enjoying this!
responding to guest MasonMac, it is too soon to tell if there will be wibbly wobbly timey wimey shenanigans, but if i have the motivation then there may be.
that's all i got for now 8) thank you for reading~