Sans felt nothing.
Emptiness, a void.
A void where his heart should have been. Where his brother once was.
He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't muster up anger, nor rage. He couldn't care. Why would he? What does he have left?
That's all he can think. Thoughts ran on endlessly in that hollow skull of his as he looked at something on the floor. It was orange in color, and reflective in nature.
Some sort of.... blood?
It wasn't san's. Sans looks at the puddle. No sorrow, and most certainly no disdain present in his sockets.
Whatever that child did had truly messed up the timeline. Suddenly, as sans finally was pressed from his...stir....worry soon replaced that nothingness.
What in gods name could kill something unkillable?
Sans was aware of it all. The timelines shifting, changing, opening and closing. But this one stayed. He fought that little bastardly demon and won. And it always came back.
But the thing is, during their last battle....the child stopped.
Sans could remember it hazily, mind still distorted and foggy with grief and emptiness.
The child stopped dodging. They stopped moving all together. Feet planted to the ground, expression struck with horror.
Sans wasn't sure what to think, besides his temporary curiosity. Likely another trick to try and get him vulnerable. Or at least, that's what it looked like to him.
Until the child exploded.
A puddle of orange in their place.
Clothes sticky with blood-like fluid. It smelt heavy of iron, and seemed to have the same consistency too. But....just what had happened?
Sans had never seen anything like it before. He had killed the child. This wasn't the first time they had died. But not only were they not coming back, but they had died so....unnaturally.
Sans had never heard of orange blood either. Or spontaneous combustion.
But all this thinking had to come to a stop eventually, and it did.
A low hymn resounded from the depths of the underground.
Louder, and louder.
Laughter struck the air, voices enamoring.
Something was very, very wrong.
The windows in the hall of judgement lay darkened, something terrible was about to happen. Sans could feel it in his bones.
Literally.
He started shaking...But he could still move. If skeletons could feel adrenaline, then thats all he could feel right now.
His slippered feet carried him over to a window. There lay darkness. But something was....off with this one.
His pupils widened even more at what he saw.
The stars.
And next to that, a giant, giant, naked woman.
She had no genitals, no coloration in her skin, glowing a pure white in the ghastly black void of space.
He could swear he was looking at him. With those eyes. Those black, dark, red-pupiled eyes.
They held something incomprehensible in them. Something he wasn't supposed to know. He didn't want to.
Sans tried to look away, but he couldn't. He felt like he was shaking even harder now, and he probably was.
She was smiling.
Outstretched in her hands was something....red. It moved like a flowing river, endlessly pouring upwards into her outstretched hands. There was a ball inbetween them. Sans could barely recognize it. Some sort of.... moon. It was a crimson, too.
The souls went upwards towards the woman, and the red moon that lay in her hands.
Sans could hear the hymn louder.
It wasn't a hymn.
It was people.
People screaming. In agony, in pleasure. Voices writhing throughout stagnant air, reaching for anything that capture such a sound.
Sans watched the display. But there was a growing warmness inside him. His mind still panicked, but his body felt whole. Like the void in his heart was being filled. Like he wasnt tired anymore, like he had no worries, like he had a brother to come home to.
Sans could feel his bones begin disintegrating. Warmth encapsulating him.
Footsteps sounded throughout the corridor.
He turned his head.
There lay the same, almost identical woman to the thing in the sky.
Upon observation, she lay there not a woman, but a girl.
An expression of phlegmatic melancholy lay on her face.
She comes closer to him.
He lets her.
Her hands are outstretched to him. Sans cant even feel himself anymore. If he could cry right now, he would.
He wouldn't just cry in the notion that he was dying, but by the sight of what lay in the girls hands.
Dust.
He knew whose dust it was. It was some sort of knowing intuition inside of him.
That dust was his brother.
The girl comes to a stop. She crouches down, calmly laying down the ash.
Sans finally looked down at himself. His bones were dusting away like his brothers. Except his was a bright, twinkling gold.
Sans smiled. He finally felt whole again.
The girl disappeared, the blackened corridor now emptied. Nothing but a puddle of LCL, and sprinkles of golden dust lie untouched on the floor.
Sans felt empty. But this time, complete.
No idea how many words, no idea how much time this took. No idea why i made this. Not reread, probably wont reread it.
