Sans' Perspective

The kid sure is pushin' it this time, I think. What's it been, three days? That's gotta be some kind of record.

My crude attempt at a cheerful thought fails epically, and I can't help but sigh, staring up at the ceiling through the inky blackness that is my room.

Any minute now, the kid'll reset, again.

Any minute now, Paps'll burst in, telling me that I'm late for sentry duty, again.

I'll go back to my post, to find that everything has started over from the beginning... again. Just like it did the last time the kid fell down here, and the time before that, and the time before that time... My entire world revolves around that kid, and the uncertainty of it all is torture.

Will Chara get to the kid before I do?

Will Chara make the kid go on a killing spree?

Will the kid snap out of it before they... before they reach Papyrus?

And in the end... will I have to kill the kid to keep her from moving forward?

I can't stop tears from springing to my eye sockets when I think about it. The genocide run. One of those hasn't happened in a long time, but those images, those events... they've been burned into my memory so fully that I can't so much as fall asleep without reliving them. Even now, laying in the darkness like this, I can see it all so clearly... Papyrus turning to dust, the kid's broken body laying at my feet in the Judgment Hall...

I shake the thought away, trying to stay positive.

The kid and I have had good times, too, I remind myself. Puzzles. Grillby's. That one time at the hotdog stand. Heh, that was a good one.

The smile that's permanently fixed to my face slackens slightly at the edges, the closest thing to a frown I can accomplish. Yeah, there'd been good times... but they never last.

The kid dies, and resets.

The kid gets frustrated, and resets.

The kid gets bored, and resets.

The kid even resets accidentally, out of curiosity over what the reset button does.

Every time the kid reaches the castle, I can't help but hope that it'll be for the last time. But it never happens. The kid always, always resets. This isn't the first time that the kid's defeated Flowey, or the first time she "decided" to stay down here with the rest of us. No matter what I say, no matter what I do... I inevitably find myself in my bed, being woken up for sentry duty. In this unending cycle of resets, everything I do is ultimately pointless, just another action to be forgotten.

Heh... why even try? I ask myself. It's not as if we'll ever get a "happy ending."

No monster, in any of the timelines, has ever succeeded in gettin' a hold of the kid's soul. And I've seen the kid try, and fail, to break the barrier herself a hundred times. If not even her, with all of her determination, can break it... then it just can't be broken. Simple as that.

That doesn't keep her from trying, though—over, and over, and over again. I can't really blame her, though. She doesn't remember anything. No one does.

...No one but me.

That's what hurts the most. I'm completely alone. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself, hoping that the pressure will somehow keep me from going completely insane. I can't tell anyone. The idea of time resetting itself is absolutely nuts—no one would believe me.

Paps would. Paps'll believe anything I tell him.

He'd believe me, but I can't do that to him. Knowing something like that... it'd kill him. Loneliness wells up in my soul, and the tears that I'd been trying so hard to fight back slowly start to roll down my cheekbones. I'm so pathetic. Useless and pathetic.

I should just give up, I think. Would it really be so bad, letting Chara destroy this world?

After reliving the same two days for a period of nearly a year, a world of empty nothingness is starting to sound pretty good.

And if she doesn't, maybe... maybe I should just...

Downstairs, a door slams open.

Paps can't see me like this, I think, furiously wiping at my eye sockets. It doesn't do any good. I'm just getting my hands wet.

"SANS!" Papyrus calls. "THE HUMAN AND I ARE HOME—"

They can't see me like this, I repeat, my inner voice growing more frantic.

"—AND WE BROUGHT A FRIEND!"

I use my magic to lock the door moments before Papyrus goes to open it.

"SANS? IS EVERYTHING... IS EVERYTHING OKAY IN THERE?"

Oh, this is bad.

Paps's had the suspicion for a while now that something's wrong. Locking my door wasn't a very smart move.

"E-everything's fine, bro," I call, a false cheerfulness to my voice. "I-I'm just, 'ya know... uh, cleaning!"

"CLEANING?" Paps asks suspiciously.

"Y-yeah. Cleaning. You're always telling me how messy... how messy it is in here, and..." I trail off. It's never been easy to lie to him.

"...BROTHER?"

Papyrus's voice drops slightly in volume, so that he's almost speaking at a normal level. In other words, he's serious.

"Yeah, Paps?" I ask quietly.

"ARE YOU REALLY OKAY? YOU'VE BEEN ACTING KIND OF... OFF... THE LAST FEW DAYS, AND, WELL..." he says. "IT HAS ME WORRIED."

He's seen right through me.

"I'm fine, Paps," I sigh, my 'happy' façade falling away. "I just... I just need some time to myself, okay? That's all."

"..."

"Paps?"

"MAYBE IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU CAME OUT HERE FOR A WHILE," he continues. "I BROUGHT SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU. MAYBE MEETING THEM WOULD... WOULD CHEER YOU UP? JUST A LITTLE BIT?

I don't answer, instead curling up and facing away from my door. Paps' innocent kindness is only making me feel worse. After a long stretch of silence, he eventually gives up.

"WELL... IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, WE'LL BE OUTSIDE, I GUESS," he says, a note of hurt to his voice. "THE HUMANS AND I ARE GOING TO MAKE SNOW MONSTERS."

Wait, did he just say...

No. I must've misheard him—there's only one human in the Underground.

A quiet voice says something to Papyrus, but the door muffles it too much for me to make out what was said.

"WELL... OKAY THEN, (Y/N). I SUPPOSE THERE'S NO HARM IN TRYING," Paps sighs. "WE'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU OUTSIDE."

Footsteps slowly retreat down the stairs, and the front door clicks softly as Papyrus closes it behind him. A part of me wishes that he stayed. I sigh, trying to think of something, anything to take my mind off of the pain that's plaguing my soul. Of course, I go to the old standby.

What does a skeleton order at a restaurant? I ask myself numbly. Heh. Spare—

"Umm..." a voice starts. "I... uh..."

The voice startles me enough that my magic forces itself on, a dim blue light illuminating the space around me. I wish it didn't; it's not exactly a pleasant sight, what with all the clutter and dirty clothes.

I slowly turn towards the door, thinking that I might just be hearing things. I wouldn't exactly be surprised—who knows how many resets a person can live through before they start to go crazy? But no, there's definitely someone there.

"...Maybe this was a bad idea," they mutter to themselves. There's a few seconds of silence, but then they sigh, and try again.

"You're Sans, right?" the voice asks. "Papyrus's brother?"

I don't say anything. Unlike with Papyrus, though, that's not entirely intentional—there's just something about the speaker's voice that's, well... mesmerizing. It's definitely a girl's voice, and it's so beautiful and melodic that you can't help but stop and listen. She's barely even said anything, and yet I'm completely captivated.

The girl sighs again, taking my silence as some kind of rejection. However, she apparently decides to continue, whether I'm listening or not.

"Well, um... I just wanted to thank you," she says. "From what I understand, you really helped my sister out after she fell down here."

...What? I ask myself. I'm not sure I completely understand what's going on here.

"So, uh... thanks for that. For being there when I couldn't be."

The girl seems to wait for a reply. I'm too shocked to give her one.

"Well... that's it, I guess," she says quietly. She goes silent again, but she doesn't leave.

"Do you need someone to talk to?" she asks suddenly. "I... well, I know we barely know each other, but..."

I stare at the door, dumbfounded. The girl, apparently realizing how awkward this is, sighs and backtracks a little bit.

"My sister... my sister always says that I have this uncanny ability to tell how other people are feeling," she says apologetically, as if trying to explain herself. "Actually, she says it's kind of creepy how well I understand other people... ahem."

She pauses for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.

"You're obviously going through some tough times right now," she says slowly, "and you probably feel as if you can't tell anyone about it. Especially not your brother, right? Because you're trying to protect him?"

I sit up. The girl's definitely got my attention.

"If that's the case, then I... I know how you feel. There are some things that I could never tell Frisk, no matter... no matter how much it hurts me to keep quiet..." she trails off. "But that's beside the point."

"I just wanted to let you know that holing yourself up in your room isn't going to make your problems—whatever they may be—go away. If anything, it's making your brother really worry about you," she says. "My sister, too. She really looks up to you, you know."

I slowly get up, my bones groaning in protest.

"You can trust me on that last point. On our way over here, she practically talked about you nonstop," the girl says, managing a laugh. A laugh shouldn't be anything special—Paps does it all the time—but for some unknown reason, this mysterious girl's laugh drives me to take a step towards my door.

"But in any case, I think it would make them both feel a little better if hung out with them for a while," she continues. "And if you ever do need someone to talk to... well, you can come to me, the random stranger who hasn't even introduced herself yet."

Heh. Well, at least she has a sense of humor.

"I'm (Y/N)," she says. "I'm Frisk's sister. Though judging from Papyrus, it probably makes more sense to you if I introduce myself as 'the human's sister,'" she says, laughing again. "I still can't believe that Frisk never told anyone her name."

I freeze, my hand suspended just inches from the door handle. That can't be possible. Never, in any of the hundreds of timelines I've been forced to live through, has the kid's sister ever fallen down.

"That's all I wanted to say. If you're feeling up to it, you should come outside. Then we can meet face to face, instead of on opposite sides of a door."

I barely register her last words. My mind is running a mile a minute, trying to comprehend what the heck is going on.

The kid's sister fell down, I think. And the kid hasn't reset since.

I remain completely still, trying to digest that piece of information.

If she was reason the kid was so desperate to get back to the surface, and she's here now, possibly to stay, then that would mean... that would mean...

Despite my attempts to hold it back, I can feel my hopes soar.

"Wait!" I exclaim, bursting through the door. "Are you really...?"

There's no one there. She's already left. 

Author's Note

Don't worry I'll try to keep this short and sweet--I just wanted to say that it was a lot harder to write from Sans' POV than I'd originally thought. Am I doing okay so far? (Staying more or less consistent with what his character should be like?)

Oh, and one more thing. OMG I HAVE OVER 1,000 READERS! THIS IS FREAKIN AMAZING!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! (This was written on Quotev. I currently have 12,000 readers which is STILL FREAKIN' AMAING! *Ahem.* Anyway, as of right now, I have 0 on Wattpad. Yay, me.)