Soul of a Weapon

Weapon Meet Human

The guest bedroom was more or less Sans' now. He'd been there for 2 weeks now. The others came down last week with king Asgore and a Mrs. Toriel. They'd been talking quietly downstairs that day, arguing about something they hadn't wanted the weapon to hear. So he hadn't listened. Now he was preparing for today, opening the door to hear a new voice. "Where is he!?" 'Who?' Sans wondered to himself as he started down the stairs. Then he saw it. The human. His sockets locked onto them, and he was noticed by them. Toriel was up immediately, ready to protect. Undyne was too, with Papyrus and Alphys figited nervously. The human turned around, confused, until they saw Sans, standing ridged, staring at them. "H-hi Sans... n-nice to meet you.." They stuttered. Sans didn't respond. He was created to kill that thing. He should be killing it now... but he'd never killed anything before. He. Was. Scared. He refused to show it, but he was. Nobody was ordering him to do it, so he would simply ignore them. He turned around, walking back up the stairs. "SANS WAIT- WHERE ARE YOU GOING!"
"upstairs."
"WHY? ARE... YOU NOT GOING TO... KILL... THE HUMAN..?"
"unless i'm ordered to, i don't care what happens to it." He replied in his usual blank tone.

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"COME MEET THEM." Sans gave Papyrus a stare. "meet them. they creature i was created to kill." Sans chose his words wisely. "IT'S AN ORDER, SANS." Sans nearly sighed. "yes, papyrus." He got up, following the taller skeleton. Soon the pair was downstairs. "FRISK, MEET SANS. SANS, MEET FRISK." Sans bowed. "i am wdg 1-s of the spearhead project, a project meant to destroy humanity." Frisk flinched. "O-oh.." He rose from his bow. "i have not been ordered to kill you, so i won't." He rose from the bow. He stood there, waiting to be relieved. He felt anxious, like he would be hurt any second for disobeying the very reason he was created for. Nothing was happening though. "I'm Frisk, the ambassador for the monsters! I just want peace for the two species." Sans looked at the human. They wanted peace and he was created for war. He felt, they likely wouldn't get along. "I'M GOING TO MAKE LUNCH! WHY DON'T YOU ALL TALK?" Papyrus offered, walking into the kitchen. Sans didn't do 'talking'.

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The others talked and he listened. It was mostly about things they've done in the past or on the surface. Frisk took notice. "Hey Sans, you like nice cream?" Sans had no clue what they were talking about. "i have never had it." He replied monotonously. "What!? You never had nice cream?!"
"F-Frisk, h-he was raised in the l-lab.." Alphys reminded gently. "Oh right... what was that like?"
"painful." Was Sans' immediate response. They flinched. They were trying to connect with the skeleton. They'd connected with everyone else, so it couldn't be that hard... right? Sans had went to staring at the snow, drifting down lazily. "Do.. you like the snow?" They asked. "it is satisfactory."
"I like the snow too. It's pretty and fun to play in. You can make all sorts of cool stuff out of it!" Sans looked at the human. Then back at the snow. He supposed it was 'pretty', as the human put it. "you weaponize snow?" He muttered, barely loud enough for Frisk to hear. "Well... sort of. You can throw snowballs at people, but it usually doesn't hurt. You can also make snowforts, snow angels, sled on snow, ski, etc."
"snow is... useful."
"Yeah."

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They spent the entire day in the Underground, then decided to spend the night. "TOMORROW, I WOULD LIKE TO BRING SANS TO MY HOME ON THE SURFACE!! HE IS READY."
"I-I'll call a few contacts tomorrow and get him signed up for therapy and conditioning." Alphys agreed. She, Toriel, and Undyne had watched the two talk. Sans hadn't been hosile, just blank as usual. It was enough for them to believe that he'd be ok, as long as he wasn't around to many humans at once. Try to slowly ease Sans into living around humans. The skeleton in question had went to his room after supper. He was getting to uncomfortable. Not with the human in general, but with what he was supposed to be doing with the human. Could he really live among the creatures without killing them? Could he go against his very existence without fearing the wrath of another?