Reincarnated as Sans from AbsorbTale (y/n story) - disc for now

Creators and- get some fucking glasses Kenneth!!

3rd pov

Killer and Murder looked at each other, sharing the same confusion. Kenneth and Y/n were chatting in the common room, waiting for Cross to arrive. It was more like Y/n was desperately lecturing the other in a "motherly" way. "Of course not, you imbecile!" she shout as she facepalmed at her brother's answer. She turned her skull to Killer and Dust, both flinching at the glare given, and ask them to join them. Kenneth looks at them then at Y/n, a solution quickly rushing into his mind. "Oh! monsters can't do love, do they?"

The hooded skeleton backed away from Killer and made his way toward the door, not bothering to answer Kenneth. Killer stared incredulously, grimacing slightly. "Uh...what..?" He looked down at the one who was sitting on the ground, tilting his head with a complexed grin, thoughtfully trying to comprehend the situation he was in. "He... he's... don't ask me why he doesn't know anything about monsters..."

"At this point, it's not okay to think like that while being this old..." he muttered under his breath as he walked around the room searching in the shelves. His eyes caught a specific book and grabbed it in hesitation, his fingers drifting through each line of the pages as he read mindfully.

"Does he knows about monsters or humans' souls?"

"No"

"Bonds?"

"No"

"Magic and skills?"

"Clueless"

"Exp? L.O.VE. and Love, and Stats?"

"Yes"

He closed the book and smiled, making y/n feel awkward. "Great, Nightmare got himself a simpleton under his wing, can't wait to announce this 'excellent' news." The skeleton in question looks up in annoyance at the two silent ones who had been ignoring his presence, not understanding the meaning of this discussion as he was just flirting around with every random Sans he was meeting. When the assassin was about to leave the room and join the other who had left, Y/n stood in front of him and block his way. Taken aback, Killer cocked a bow when she approached him to intrude his personal space to whisper him something.

"Don't you think you're abusing the 'hospitality'? Why should he get these-" The noise of books falling take their attention away, witnessing Kenneth bumping himself with the table in the middle of the room and the shelf. "Shit!" he screamed as he was now under a pile of ancient novels filled with dust.

"Sorry, didn't see that guy..." Y/n looks back at Killer with a sheepish smile and began scratching the back of her skull. "Pretty please..?"

At this moment, Killer wanted to scream and insult Kenneth, he wanted to blame him that his existence wouldn't be like that if he wasn't existing. He wanted to double scream because of her too, he wasn't gonna forget that he's getting punished every night because he accidentally 'hurt' her. But he kept it all in his mind, swallowing his rage and smiling po-li-te-ly at them.

"Yeah, he really needs glasses...." Killer sighed in defeat with the same smile, his eyes no longer letting his light shine. He went outside of the room and silently closed the door, leaving Y/n to help Kenneth clean up his mess.

It's been so long since he felt this way toward someone.

[...]

-What do you mean you don't really care about what's happening to them? yelled Ink in disbelief with Dream crying in the background. Bros shrugged, proceeding to read a Russian comic with a glass of beer in his hand. Dream sobbed louder and louder as he was desperately giving up.

To resume what happened, Dream, Bros, and Ink were thinking of a plan to get Y/n, Kenneth, and the others who got taken by Nightmare 'illegally' such as Horrorswap Sans, who's around 13 years old. Ink kept proposing delusional ideas, each getting worse than the previous one he presented, while Dream actually worked his brain out for a splendid plan that would have worked if it wasn't Nightmare that they were speaking about.

His idea was actually a multiversal rule that Nightmare had broken more than one time. If he uses it against him, he would be obligate to deliver everyone into their respective AUs but the ones that are not concerned by that rule. He looked so excited for a moment that the sinister smile that Bros was showing immediately made him think twice. "But Sunshine, how can you expect him to deliver them when he doesn't give a shit about the balance?"

Now that was the reason why Dream began crying.

Then, Ink snapped for the 6th time at Bros. Like before, he grabbed him by the collar of his orange hoodie which made him bend down because Ink was incredulously smaller than him, and he would yell nonsense right to his face. "Why am I even doing here? I don't really care of what would happen to them..."

And this was the reason why Ink was questioning Bros' common senses.

And all of this was happening in front of the spectators, Fresh who bothered censoring everything, Geno and Reaper who were love-hating while looking at the chaotic show, Underfell Sans who was just tied down and so done with his life, and Underswap Sans who was ready to shoot himself with Dream's bow so he could rest in peace far far far away from any of them.

"We're a bunch of creators" Bros began, sipping his beer as he focussed on a part of the comic. "Nightmare doesn't have them, they have Nightmare. I feel sorry for him..." After finishing his glass, he gave it to Ink who took it gratefully, seeming to have changed of personality in 0.5 seconds. He was looking silently at Bros with so much admiration and stars in his eyes that everyone thought that they were going to explode.

"Creators?" repeated Dream confused as he whipped his tears away and join the group after having cried gibberish for a long while. Everyone's attention was on him now, the room as quiet as it would have never been, the flies could even be heard. When Bros didn't even try to say anything, Ink spoke. "So all three of you are creators?" he nodded mindlessly, still focussing on the story, "and all of this is some sort of silly act?" Bros looked up from his book, thinking. He answered a simple 'no', adding that it was much more complicated than it seemed. "Anyways, if you guys don't mind, I'm gonna get drunk in a bar and meet some pals, keep in mind that your existence is meaningless and that you are all just a piece of trash," he said blankly as he throw the book away and teleport at the door, opening it.

Before he'd left, he turns his head to the group of Sans behind him, glancing at some with a sharp eye, "Maybe not Dream, Geno and US!Sans, you guys are cool."

Without listening to his latest words, the group of skeletons looked at themselves with seriousness, all concerned about the current situation. "So Nightmare has two creators in his possession and now owns powerful AUs..?" clarified Dream in the most silent voice possible.