3 years. That's how long it's been since a reset. 1,836,925,014. That's how many resets there have been.
Another day of acting like a child. Another day of hiding the fact that I know everything. Another day of being depressed. Sans may think that I don't know anything, but I know more than him. He thinks that our parents died when I was born. Fake memories. He thinks that we are biologically related. More fake memories. Our parents weren't married or related. They were two random human skeletons that were infused with magic. From there our bodies had formed, giving us life. We were lab rats.
He thinks I act like a child normally. I don't. I hide that from him. One reset I stopped it and he shattered. He went insane. "Sigh." This was frustrating just thinking about it. I pulled out a box from my nightstand drawer and pulled out a cigarette. I need to do something about it. As I got up I realized that my "battle body" was back on me. I hated this thing but it's one of the only thing that keeps Sans sane. "Time to act like a child for breakfast." As I got up, I put the pack of cigarettes in my pocket and headed downstairs to cook breakfast.
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The Final Reset
FanfictionWhen Papyrus wakes up in another reset, he decides to do something about it. When he goes to tell someone, he learns about more secrets than he did and finds love in strange places. This is the story of the last reset. (Sorry for not posting in a wh...
