Sans POV:
I looked around at the hall, filled with a yellow light darkening by the minute. (Its legit taking me 1 minute to write a single word) Frisk was standing in front of me, having a unsettlingly wide smile. They moved their leg to the side and crouched a bit, in a stance, holding the knife in front of their chest. I knew what was coming. It had happened so many times. So, why? Why was i here now, feeling pain on my chest? Why was i not able to move? Maybe i gave up. Maybe I... my eyelids were falling.
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Did, Frisk say that?
I started to fall.
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The Misplaced Judge (REWRITE )
FanfictionAfter multiple Genocide routes by the player, Sans tries for the last time to permanently kill the child. The player, learning to hack, sends sans into a different world. One which you may know as: My Hero Academia. GUYS PLEASE THIS I DIDNT PUT ANY...
