Punny hero (Sans meets MHA)

-New world-

Sans and Chara stood again in the judgment hall, sans gets slashed, the kid loads the safe file and this repeats again and again, without stopping this circle. Sans was tired of it, seeing everyone die but he couldn't do anything to stop it, he tried-

one more time he gets slashed.  he was sitting on the floor, the pain was KILLING (i am dumb) him, he could not even stand up or move to say his last line before death, Sans tried to get up and failed. 

both of them heard a crash voice from the end of judgment hall- it was just an empty place with white glitches. it was getting bigger and bigger, and the room was getting colder by every second. Chara pressed the reset button thinking, that with this actions glitch would disappear-

before pressing Chara looked down and-

button was dirty yellow, shattered, little glowing

and after many tries, she realized that it was not working anymore.

she got that this was her end, no coming back, no second try. this time she felt something that she never did- it was fear of dying. yes she died many times by true hero and comic but it felt different, she doesn't want to leave this cruel world no matter what. Sans-

what we can say about him. Comic was laying on the golden floor of judgment hall. He doesn't care what was happening, that his most loved hall was slowly disappearing in white-

in white glitch...? no one knows what was that. by seconds it was getting bigger and bigger, and cold, scary Aura was taking over the hall. it already was like this but you could feel it with every part of your body.

this glitch was near the skeleton, and suddenly he falls into this emptiness, while Chara was looking from distance, trying her best to fix the button.

he was slowly falling, leaving a trace of blood in the air. it felt like he was falling for hours and thinking what will happen this time but nothing was coming to his mind.

suddenly-

the pain disappeared, he thought he died, like always but suddenly his bones snapped. everything went black and one thing he could feel was pain, pain, pain, sadness, and guilt that he couldn't save his family from a KID, FROM 10-12 YEARS OLD KID! 

suddenly- he felt his blue, heavy, tears rolling down his face

 scar hurts-

everything hurts-

his bones snapped again, it was too much pain for one, little fragile skeleton. 

this made him unable to breathe

suddenly everything stops, no pain, no blood, no feelings. It was usually normal after dying but-

he suddenly opened his eyes. he saw the clear, blue sky-

on reflex, he quickly grabbed his brother scarf, red silk, ripped fabric hanging on his neck. 

thank god, it was there or it would cause him more trouble than now. 

it was the last thing that was left from his innocent, dead brother-

he wanted to cry but noticed, that people were standing around him, looking with interest, wanted to know who he was. random teenagers were recording video with no big reason, some were talking on phone. 

after he thought to himself- how the hell he got on the surface.

suddenly one kid approached the skeleton. she was wearing a brown skirt, maybe 5-6y old.

her curly hair was in 2 big buns, with dark red, small ribbons. she had dark skin/face, with pink cheecks. this girl was something, he knew it

girl: mister you... okay?

Sans: y-yea, I am fine, don't worry

Girl: b-but-

Sans: What's wrong? don't worry I won't bite, and if you wanna ask why I was laying on the ground, just to sleep and don't worry I am k. just chilling to the bone

headache was killing him, everything hurt but he still tried to look good in front of the kid

her face doesn't change, she was- worried?

girl:..... sir you are bleeding!

sans: WAIT-

sans mind: HOW I don't felt my own blood!?!??!?

sans: sorry- I NEED TO GO

*sans finally teleports away from the playground and hides behind the building*

sans: i should have them here, I SHOULD! 

with his shaky hands, he takes some healing candy from his pocket which he always carried to himself.

he wanted to do something to save his life because after 200+ genocide routes, he was on the surface where they have never seen a monster.

suddenly he saw the black figure, approaching him but everything went black 

he was floating in the black substance , wondering how he is not dead with this big wound...

it's so good, writing it at 4:05 AM when at morning u have test-

I will try to update it in the morning, after lessons end. hope you enjoyed this misspelling story which has no sense.

(821 words)

k goodbye ya all UwU