I'm just gonna finish this story without saying the requests. So enjoy my sweet kittens!
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(Y/N) POV
"Red wrists are still stained red. What I've done to myself can't be undone, but Sans stands in front of me. I guess he didn't notice what I did when he hurt me.
"Hey kid." I look at him. I know what's coming, this is my 62nd reset. His bench glistens with the red blood of the children before. His long boney fingers tap in a pattern on the blood-stained wood. His eyes bare into my own. The hole in his skull letting blood drip slowly down the side of his skull. The large axes set behind him rusted and dried with blood.
"You look hungry." His grin grows a bit wider, I know his plan. Watch the right hand wrist, that's the only way to dodge.
"Could I interest you in a hot dog?" He asks his smile turning into a smirk, my head involuntarily shakes 'no.' The he smirks even more. His eyes glisten with the knowledge that he has already won.
"Aw, come on, I can hear your stomach growling from here, why don't you come get a hot dog, free of charge." He speaks like it was a well memorized line for Shakespeare. My feet move without my control. His fingers tap slightly faster. He reaches, I move, but I'm still not fast enough. He grabs onto my sweater, but since it is old, when he pulled the arm ripped off. Fresh cuts are still bleeding and drip off of my fingers, staining the innocent snow a blood red.
"Uh..... K-kid. W-w-" He gulps. "What ha-happened?" Now he noticed. Of course, he notices now. His normally  horrid grin, turns into a fearful frown. I notice tears well up in his eyes. I don't understand, why does he care? He was about to chop off my head. He's done it hundreds of times, now time seemed to stop. My hands move, as if it were on their own, but I am in control. They grab the razor I stash in my pockets. I drop it to the wooden stand. Two drops of my blood mix with the other kids. Sans follows my movements, he looks at me as if I were a bomb and I was set to go off in four seconds and he had to defuse it. I turned, he wasn't allowed to move from his stand, the game wouldn't allow it. His voice carried in the wind. I ignored it the best I could, until.
"(Y/N)! I'm sorry! I never meant to cause you to do this to yourself!" He called, I stopped in my tracks. My hair served as a curtain, separating me from the world. One drop, footsteps. Two drops, labored breathing. Three drops, arms wrapped around me. Tears falling onto my shoulder, I tended, not able to relax.
"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry." The forth tear rolls of my cheek. Sans hugged me tighter and tighter. Then three words slipped out. Three words that caused my world to crash down.
"I'm so sorry (Y/N). I love you. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to." I stood frozen. Those words echoed in my brain. 'I love you.' He feels the same?
"Y-y-you l-l-love m-me?" He nodded vigorously.
"OF COURSE! I prayed for the reset when discovered my pattern! I prayed for the day, you would dodge my attack. I just didn't think....." He didn't need to say anything else, I heard everything I needed to."
I looked at our beautiful baby girl.
"Fifteen years ago your father was a killing machine, now? He's perfect." She looked at me. That six year, 'I'm still confused look' plastered on her face.
"How did Daddy get you to stop hurting yourself, Mommy?" I smiled softly.
"He told me, 'Cuts are temporary, scars tell us who we are.' And everything was better after that."
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For anyone who is still confused, you and Horror got together and had a kid, she asked how you and her dad met. That was the story you told her. 💜💜💜 I love you all and goodbye for now!