He, had grown up in a village high in the mountain where winter was almost year round due to how high it was. As was custom in the village a name was blessed upon him as a sacred name after the gods for the first male in the family, his was Sans a name linked to the Death god.

He was not impressed.

But at least it meant his younger sibling Papyrus had his own name, the other was a cinnabun and he would protect him till he was dust.

His Father was Gaster. Blessed with the name of the God of magic and served as doctor of the village of Snowdian. Much of his life was in that clinic, leaning medicine as it was expected for him to take over.

Sans didn't mind, he enjoyed how simple and straight forward his life would be.

Papyrus, his baby brother wished to be a sentry of the village and joined in training with Undyne daily so once they we're old and strong enough to join.

It was peaceful, they rarely saw visitors only a rare trader.

He had never met a titanspawn in his life, and the Gods never seemed to notice there village either as no one was demanded to serve in any of the Gods Great temples.

Sans had never been the most lucky.

It was spring, still crazy cold but there was melting meaning flooding on the roads leading to the village. He remembered this day clearly, as he's had time to freshen the house and place herbs that caused vermin to flee. There was a pie cooling on the table, Papyrus had made it and he couldn't wait to eat it.

Next the rush at the sound of panicked voices, he remembered the fifteen feet from his home to the clinic.

The shock at seeing there patient was a human, a human.. here?

The last human had been gentle Chara, who later died of a rare illness.

They did there best, monster medicine and magic did not always work the best with humans.

"Sans, go to the old caves. I need Altrun moss, I can make medicine that works with humans" Gaster requested, his scarred face was tight as they listened to the human child's rasping breathing.

They'd yet to wake up.

"Of course father" Sans agreed, it would take an hour to get there but they needed medicine effective for the human. He quickly headed out, only briefly stopping to tell papyrus where he was going.

He didn't remember much of the trip back.

Just a fragmented memory of arriving home.

Homes in ruin, flames everywhere.

Dust... dust everywhere.

"Dad! Papyrus!" he screamed, begging they has escaped whatever this insanity was.

His next memory was holding Papyrus scarf, the red greyed by Dust.

"He said we should be friends" a voice giggled, Sans stared up from where he kneeled to see the 'sick' human.

"Why..." he said quietly.

"Because its funny," they grinned black liquid slipping down there face.

"Demon" he hissed.

"Bringer of Chaos" the child giggled.

Then the world shattered as he died.

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He lived.

He died.

The bringer of Chaos had him living the same day over and over again, no matter what he did he couldn't stop his village and family from dying.

Sometimes the cursed child killed him first, or made him watch as they murdered all he loved. They loved forcing him to watch them murder Papyrus Over and Over again.

Bringer of Chaos, mortals sworn to the Titans and brought death and Chaos to everyone. Sans had thought they a myth, why would they want here?

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"I'm bored"

Sans breathed heavily, he stared in hatred at the bane of his existence. Once again he was the only one left, Papyrus scarf clung to his neck. "Fall in a hole and die"

"Oh Sansey, you so funny. I'm changing the game" they cooed.

"Go to the Gates" he snarled, they'd after all sent all of them to the Gates of death multiple time already.

"Silly, Kronos will just pull me out" Frisk giggled, he shivered at the name of the Time Titan.

"Night Night Toy" Frisk giggled fist coming down, the horrifying sound of his skull breaking followed him into darkness.

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Pain...

Disorienting pain woke him, marrow dripped down his face as he forced himself up.

"Papyrus...?!" Sans called painfully voice raw, why hadn't the chaos bringer reset time again. Sobbing he dragged himself from the village, why.. why did it look abandoned so long?

With weakened shaking steps he made his way down the mountain. Confused on why everything looked different.

"My child, are you well!" a voice called as he limped down a road.

"No..." he rasped, his limited eyesight making out an aghast priest rushing towards him.

He could be forgiven for collapsing in exhaustion.

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He woke in the Temple of Life, the priest having rushed him there due to his horrible state of health. Cursed... that demon has crushes have his skull, and cursed him to eternally bleed from the remains.

He could live with that, no.. what broke him was the news.

Snowdian, his home had been destroyed in a genocide over five hundred years ago.

No wonder he had recognized nothing.

He'd changed his name to Genocide, shortened to Genocide. He would always remember, and if Frisk still existed he'd rip them apart.

Life herself had come, to see if she could reverse the curse that kept him stuck between life and Death.

Then she said she'd bring Death, as she could not remove it.

"Your Late" he said as the door opened and the one he'd once been named after stood there.