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You took a shaky breath in as you woke up in your room again. You had been close, so so close to your goal. And the kid had to mess it up again, which pissed you off more than you would have liked to admit. As much as you would have liked to let yourself lie and bed until you disintegrated into dust, you had things to do. So you forced yourself out of your bed, the soft clinking sound of your hands moving made you feel sick to your non existent stomach.

Not bothering with the light you let your eyelights illuminate your trashbomb of a room in a soft golden hue. Your brother had always told you yellow meant happiness and justice, but you were leaning towards it being the colour of insanity. It gave the mess in your room a colour that didn’t fit, yet did all too well for you to feel comfortable in your own room.

Opening your door you’re met with the bleak emptiness of your once lively home. Though you guess your home wasn’t lively in the typical way. One could say you almost missed the constant hot and cold behaviour of your brother. You’d never hear his yelling or laughing again, you felt the slightest bit relieved at the thought, which only provoked more self hatred.

The constant resets was destined to have a permanent affect on the underground. Eventually, more and more people just didn’t come back, their identity lost to the void like they never existed. You remember how distressed people became, how scared they were till they were next. Your brother telling you that in the end, if you had patience, everything would turn out okay. He’s gone now, and the years of resets, loops and immortality had worn down your patience to a thread.

A simple thread, like the ones in your socks, threadbare and on the verge of snapping. You were surprised it hadn’t sooner, to be honest. Stumbling down your hallways your hands, ulna and radius reflected gentle rainbow light all across the room. It was an accident, really, but turns out that one of the weird substances your brother had created downstairs was used to convert dust to precious stones. You guess the purpose was so you could have a reminder of your deceased loved one.

But you were far from dead, in fact you are sure the only way you can die would be if you did it yourself. Though you bet the kid would reset on you anyway. So when you were rummaging through the basement to find some old belongings and the vial fell and smashed all over your arms, they burned and burned until you passed out. Woken up to the loss of feeling in them and beautiful transparent diamonds for arms. You looked godly, despite being a normal ol’ Sans. You were just as corrupted and glitched as Gaster, at this rate. The only difference is you lacked any glitches or liquid negativity and you were forced to remain in existence. Yyyyyaaaaaayyy.

Humming softly you walked to through the snow towards the doors of the ruin. Letting the crisp air soothe you slightly as you blew the doors of it’s hinges and invaded what used to be the nice lady’s house. Your slightly shaky hands found place in the blue pockets of your hoodie, yellow eyelights not even bothering to look for the human here. So you stalked past the old dead tree, and further into the crumbling maze.

And then you were in the hole, where the human fell down every. Single. Fucking. Reset. “Sans- Sans let me help you, I’m sorry okay!” She said, tears decorating her wide red eyes. Frisk always good at acting when she was lying. And then she was torn into pieces, her soul the only ‘alive’ thing about her anymore, the corpse reduced to a smear from the combination of bones and blasters.

With a huff, your hands carefully grabbed the soul and you absorbed the power, feeling it boost your already elevated magic levels. LV ruled this deserted kingdom, you knew as much as you shuffled through the snow again, on your way to the judgement room and then leaving through the kings chamber so you can complete your goal.

It was a simple goal, repay back all of the horrible deeds done to you. Of course right now you were mainly focused on the whole of America and any people that work for them human organisations. Multiple timelines, you’ve lived through atrocities committed by humans that you can address with such causality it’s worrying on multiple levels. Now you’ll never lower yourself to human standards and commit things like rape and torture. But murder and slavery? Sure. It’s a walk in the park compared to what they had done to you and your people.

Last timeline you’d almost had the whole of America willing to give you anything to convince you to stop destroying their military and important political figures. The way humans fall apart without a structure is almost hilarious. Though, the amount of timelines you’ve returned the damage and hate, are basically nothing in the grand scheme of what they have already done. They don’t even know they’ve done it. Silly humans.

The sudden feel of water making your socks soggy snap you out of your small daze and you look up to the twinkling gemstones, that remind you of your arms. It’s a sad thought, that waterfall no longer is the symbol of hope it once was. Humming along to the soft tune of the statue, you traverse through the dark, using the yellow glow of your eyelights amd diamond arms refract light throughout the whole cave system.

As you felt steam rising off of you from the heat of Hotlands, you remembered something extremely vital that made you falter in your well worn path. Very slowly, you changed your destination to the labs, the magic coursing through your bones humming in excitement. You’d forgotten plan B. Of course killing the same people over and over was boring, same reaction, same last words, and worst of all, it never meant anything to them. They still didn’t know what they did. And no human other than Frisk would remember your message or grief after the reset.

Pulling off your blue jumper you tied the well loved article around your waist as you clicked the down button on the elevator. The black tank top you wore underneath and grey sweats made you look a bit bigger than you really were, but then again you were one of the few Sans that worked out enough to build up a thicker bone density. So maybe you were just bigger? You didn’t really know.

And yes, one of the MANY Sans’s in the world. You cried a lot when you found out you were the odd one out, taking the brunt of the suffering and pain so they could live unbothered lives. It wasn’t fair. All you wanted was to be happy. To have your family back. And these- these ungrateful bastards didn’t even love what they had. And they had everything you never could get back ever again.

Being too far gone to save only left you one option. If you couldn’t be the hero you desperately wanted to be for the ones you loved. Then you’ll be the worst person out there. Call it toxic, but in reality, it was your way of getting back at the universe. At the gods.

So you picked up a wrench and attached the machine to it’s power source and turned it on. Because anyplace out there was better than here. Everyone here was dead.

Yeah, Sans was basically a dead man too, huh? You weren’t him anymore. In fact you’ve never really felt like you were yourself, you felt like a fake. You swore you remembered having skin but just like all the other times you brushed it off for your insanity.

Oh Y/N, us creators heard of your passing and felt the need to give you a new life. Haven’t you always felt like a spectator in your own life? Or well, old life. All of this suffering while unnecessary, wasn’t in vain. We await the day, when you’ve claimed your spot among the Gods of your multiverse, as the one and true god of Balance. You took a shaky breath in as you woke up in your room again. You had been close, so so close to your goal. And the kid had to mess it up again, which pissed you off more than you would have liked to admit. As much as you would have liked to let yourself lie and bed until you disintegrated into dust, you had things to do. So you forced yourself out of your bed, the soft clinking sound of your hands moving made you feel sick to your non existent stomach.

Not bothering with the light you let your eyelights illuminate your trashbomb of a room in a soft golden hue. Your brother had always told you yellow meant happiness and justice, but you were leaning towards it being the colour of insanity. It gave the mess in your room a colour that didn’t fit, yet did all too well for you to feel comfortable in your own room.

Opening your door you’re met with the bleak emptiness of your once lively home. Though you guess your home wasn’t lively in the typical way. One could say you almost missed the constant hot and cold behaviour of your brother. You’d never hear his yelling or laughing again, you felt the slightest bit relieved at the thought, which only provoked more self hatred.

The constant resets was destined to have a permanent affect on the underground. Eventually, more and more people just didn’t come back, their identity lost to the void like they never existed. You remember how distressed people became, how scared they were till they were next. Your brother telling you that in the end, if you had patience, everything would turn out okay. He’s gone now, and the years of resets, loops and immortality had worn down your patience to a thread.

A simple thread, like the ones in your socks, threadbare and on the verge of snapping. You were surprised it hadn’t sooner, to be honest. Stumbling down your hallways your hands, ulna and radius reflected gentle rainbow light all across the room. It was an accident, really, but turns out that one of the weird substances your brother had created downstairs was used to convert dust to precious stones. You guess the purpose was so you could have a reminder of your deceased loved one.

But you were far from dead, in fact you are sure the only way you can die would be if you did it yourself. Though you bet the kid would reset on you anyway. So when you were rummaging through the basement to find some old belongings and the vial fell and smashed all over your arms, they burned and burned until you passed out. Woken up to the loss of feeling in them and beautiful transparent diamonds for arms. You looked godly, despite being a normal ol’ Sans. You were just as corrupted and glitched as Gaster, at this rate. The only difference is you lacked any glitches or liquid negativity and you were forced to remain in existence. Yyyyyaaaaaayyy.

Humming softly you walked to through the snow towards the doors of the ruin. Letting the crisp air soothe you slightly as you blew the doors of it’s hinges and invaded what used to be the nice lady’s house. Your slightly shaky hands found place in the blue pockets of your hoodie, yellow eyelights not even bothering to look for the human here. So you stalked past the old dead tree, and further into the crumbling maze.

And then you were in the hole, where the human fell down every. Single. Fucking. Reset. “Sans- Sans let me help you, I’m sorry okay!” She said, tears decorating her wide red eyes. Frisk always good at acting when she was lying. And then she was torn into pieces, her soul the only ‘alive’ thing about her anymore, the corpse reduced to a smear from the combination of bones and blasters.

With a huff, your hands carefully grabbed the soul and you absorbed the power, feeling it boost your already elevated magic levels. LV ruled this deserted kingdom, you knew as much as you shuffled through the snow again, on your way to the judgement room and then leaving through the kings chamber so you can leave and complete your goal.

It was a simple goal, repay back all of the horrible deeds done to you. Of course right now you were mainly focused on the whole of America and any people that work for them human organisations. Multiple timelines, you’ve lived through atrocities committed by humans that you can address with such causality it’s worrying on multiple levels. Now you’ll never lower yourself to human standards and commit things like rape and torture. But murder and slavery? Sure. It’s a walk in the park compared to what they had done to you and your people.

Last timeline you’d almost had the whole of America willing to give you anything to convince you to stop destroying their military and important political figures. The way humans fall apart without a structure is almost hilarious. Though, the amount of timelines you’ve returned the damage and hate, are basically nothing in the grand scheme of what they have already done. They don’t even know they’ve done it. Silly humans.

The sudden feel of water making your socks soggy snap you out of your small daze and you look up to the twinkling gemstones, that remind you of you arms. It’s a sad thought, that waterfall no longer is the symbol of hope it once was. Humming along to the soft tune of the statue, you traverse through the dark, using the yellow glow of your eyelights amd diamond arms refract light throughout the world cave system.

As you felt steam rising off of you from the heat of Hotlands, you remembered something extremely vital that made you falter in your well worn path. Very slowly, you changed your destination to the labs, the magic coursing through your bones humming in excitement. You’d forgotten plan B. Of course killing the same people over and over was boring, same reaction, same last words, and worst of all, it never meant anything to them. They still didn’t know what they did. And no human other than Frisk would remember your message or grief after the reset.

Pulling off your blue jumper, tying the well loved article around your waist as you clicked the down button on the elevator. The black tank top you wore underneath and grey sweats made you look a bit bigger than you really were, but then again you were one of the few Sans that worked out enough to build up a thicker bone density. So maybe you were just bigger? You didn’t really know.

And yes, one of the MANY Sans’s in the world. You cried a lot when you found out you were the odd one out, taking the brunt of the suffering and pain so they could live unbothered lives. It wasn’t fair. All you wanted was to be happy. To have your family back. And these- these ungrateful bastards didn’t even love what they had. And they had everything you never could get back ever again.

Being too far gone to save only left you one option. If you couldn’t be the hero you desperately wanted to be for the ones you loved. Then you’ll be the worst person out there. Call it toxic, but in reality, it was your way of getting back at the universe. At the gods.

So you picked up a wrench and attached the machine to it’s power source and turned it on. Because anyplace out there was better than here. Everyone here was dead.

Yeah, Sans was basically a dead man too, huh? You weren’t him anymore. In fact you’ve never really felt like you were yourself, you felt like a fraud. You swore you remembered having skin but just like all the other times you brushed it off for your insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh Y/N, us creators heard of your passing and felt the need to give you a new life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haven’t you always felt like a spectator in your own life? Or well, old life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All of this suffering while unnecessary, wasn’t in vain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We await the day, when you’ve claimed your spot among the Gods of your multiverse, as the one and true God of Balance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love, The Creators, the true spectators and gods of your world. <3