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Ding. Ding. Ding.
Sans looked up at you as soon as the chimes faded. A sad smile etched on his face as he looked over at you. His boney hand gripped the red scarf around his neck before his left eye brightened with its familiar blue hue. The yellow lights from the Judgement Hall windows nearly shrouded his features, however, you knew the sounds he made all too well. When he was angry, sad, happy, in pleasure. You knew his hands twitched allowing his bones to make a popping noise when he clenched too tight, being made to start all over with a different human he had grown to care about. Was he fated for this life? To lose everyone his loved? Over and over and over again? Your eyes locked with his a fraction of a second before you could feel the sting of tears prick your own eyes. You wanted to reach out to the short skeleton. To tell him you were still there. That you loved him. However, that wasn’t the game Chara wanted to play. Though you think it may have ended with Frisk, they’ve always been waiting. Just to try again, To win.
“You’re going to have a bad time, kid,” you heard the familiarly husky voice say in the dimmed light of the Judgement Hall.
“We’ve heard this shpiel before, oh SANSY. Let’s skip to the fun,” your voice hissed, accompanied by an all too eager laugh. Your body tensed then tingled at the rushed feeling of adrenalin and determination. Neither feeling was yours, yet your arms and legs moved forward on their own accord as they made their way down the Hall to the awaiting short skeleton. The quick tapping of your shoes against the marble floor only quickened if it were possible. Blade out, you could feel your lips twitch in a smirk at the glint coming from the bloodied weapon in your hand. Tears pricked his eyes, threatening to spill as he kept attacking. Kept dodging. Every attack you attempted. Chara was eager.
Although, each attack from him was just as equally restrained. He didn’t want to hurt you and Chara knew that far too well. Tears threatened to spill from your own eyes when memories of the past plagued you. Your friends smiling faces, their warm embraces, the open doors to their homes that welcomed you. Things were never this way, this dark. Things were better, warm, full of love. From him. Undyne. Alyphys. Toriel. Asgore. From Papyrus. Oh Gods, Papyrus, you sobbed.
Sans it’s not me! you screamed desperately in your own head. Hear me, Sans! Yet he couldn’t even if he tried. His hollowed eyes were filled with emotion. Loss. Emptiness. Loneliness. Fear. Heartbreak. You had the chance to take it all in before your body was overtaken by his familiar blue power. You were thrown in all directions against wall after wall. You only received one clear image of his face before his bones pierced through your chest like paper, impaling you, feeling smooth and cold as the icicles in Snowdin. He was crying, you said with your last dying thought.
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You woke up in the Judgement Hall. Again. And again. And again. Make it stop. You begged and pleaded to Chara every time you had reawoken. However, the demented spirit within you simply laughed and returned to the save point at the end of the room. Always to the save point. They wanted to break you, to make sure you wouldn’t have that ability to gain control of your body again.
Although, why you, you wondered? You weren’t any ordinary human, that’s why. A child created from nothing but experiments. A child never really born, yet was. Make sense? Chara would never reset, only to return to attacking all over again. Only to watch the tears fall from Sans’s eyes again and again with dark eyes that weren’t yours, yet you wondered sometimes who they used to belonged to. Using the hands that weren’t yours to hold a knife that wasn’t meant to be in your hands.
Sans never meant to fall in love with one of Gaster’s experiments. Even though it took him a long time to muster the willpower to confess, he could only watch you grow for the longest time. Born a broken child and left behind to die in the Ruins, all Gaster wanted to do was recreate you. He gave you a new arm that wasn’t so frail, new eyes that could see, a leg that moves, that allowed you to walk. Then Gaster disappeared one day and it was all up to Sans. Was it a mistake? he wondered, when he let you into Snowdin? His home? His brother’s life?
Only to be finally up close to him and seeing the dark circles under his eyes from fatigue, and the wear and tear that took over his familiar blue jacket before you’re killed again and again. You wanted to run over to him, to hold him.
And again everything goes black and you’re face to face with a familiar yellow flower that’s always able to prickle your skin like a thousand needles pressing at once. And again you see your options: “CONTINUE” or “RESET”
“You’ve already heard that haven’t you? You want to know more, don’t you? How they got there? Why they got here? Fine.”
“CONTINUE”
~RESET~