Sanes Across The Multiverse

After_Tale

Sans sighed, slumping over slightly as he stared into the portal that led to the real world. Where he watched the imposter live his life.

Oh, how Sans Hated this mirror. This mirror that, teased him with soft touches, glances into the world that he had been kicked out of.

How he wished he could just reach out and grab the edges of the crack in space before him, ripping it in half and leaving himself to be resigned in darkness. But alas, it doesn't work like that.

Sans reached for the portal, his fingers just barely touching it from his crouched position, phasing through it and distorting the image of himself, the doppelganger that is, enjoying his life.

Sans grunted, pulling his arm back as he stared blankly at the tear. Despite his hate for this thing, of how it nurtured the doppelganger lies, it allowed him to see his brother.

But sometimes sans thought death would have been more preferable. But it seems even the mistress had abandoned him here in this inky black void. Left to rot. Slowly becoming a hateful shell of what he used to be, with no way out.

No mercy to be given, no actions to be made, no items to be used to help alleviate the bordom. It was hell. His own personal hell where he couldn't die. Where he felt perpetually numb.

There had been others. Those who came and went. But they had only been there for but a fraction of what Sans had been there for. Visitors if anything. Other him's, who came to taunt Sans. To make fun of his situation before leaving for their own homes.

Some had even come to try and take his life. The one who stayed the longest was one with a misshapen and a wrongly colored soul, tar-colored tears flowing forever from his eyes.

He had grown bored after they fought for three days. Realizing neither he nor Sans could die in this place, could feel in this place.

Sans could tell that other him wanted to die, the same as him, forced to play puppet from one owner to another. Cutting his own strings, just for someone else to come pick up the remnants and do with him as he pleases.

Sans had always been good at reading expressions.

That was the last time Sans saw him. A black portal opened for him that he quickly stepped through.

Sans sighed, reminiscing once again as he tried to focus on watching the portal before him. It was so easy to lose himself in his memories. It was hard to differentiate what was, and what has been.

Just focus. He would repeat to himself a thousand times. And then a thousand more. And yet despite it all, he still reminisced.

He couldn't tell if what he was doing now, watching the life of his brother through the tares, was a memory either. Since all the things shown on the tare reset every once in a while. And then it's just a large loop again.

Sans looks down at his hand clenching it. Holding it, he imagines himself there. And he laughs. How easy would it be if he could, how he wished he could. But no mercy would be given.

Death wasn't a mistress to be led along by one lonesome skeleton like Sans.

Sans could hear the telltale sound of a portal opening, the entire dark void seemed to shift and change color as a white void, one that shone so brightly it would leave one blind from staring for too long stood before Sans. A black figure steps through, inverted colored clothing, and blue tears forever etched into his face.

"Still here, geno?" He asked, oh so sickeningly.

Sans grunted, looking away. "Go to hell."

"Oh, but friend," he said, moving beside sans. "We are already here. Your personal forever torment. So fun right?" He asked with a dry, humorless chuckle.

Which quickly became something more, as he laughed and laughed. Happy? Maybe not.

Sans sighed, his right eye lighting up in a mix of turquoise and red.

The laughter quickly ended. "Oh, Geno." He said, a crooked smile crossing his face. "Always so funny, no matter what variant." Strings shot from his fingertips faster then sans could ever hope to comprehend. Wrapping around his body, locking him in place.

The strings. His way out of here. They directly touched anothers soul. Something impossible to do for anyone but this other him.

"Im the only person who ever thinks of visiting you and this is how im repaid? Tisk. Tisk." He chided, shaking his head. "You know, just for that, " strings wrapped around Sans still lit up eye. "I'm gonna be taking this from you. Till you learn to behave." With a yank the ball of magic was stolen from Sans eyesocet.

Sans could feel his body immediately reacting negatively, a sudden want to lay down and sleep until he regained his magic.

He even felt himself doing so, the first time since he got there his body yearning for sleep. And as his eyes closed, he could hear him scoff.

"Not so fast, Geno." The strings cut into Sans body. Just the right amount to be too annoying for Sans to sleep. "This is a punishment. Your not allowed to sleep just yet." He laughed, the blue strings seemed to glow brighter, as if they laughed with him.

The strings fell from his hands. But they remained tightly upon Sans's frame, that dull pain still preventing his sleep.

"I'll come check on you in a year or so." He laughed, turning to leave before stopping. "Oh yeah, here we go." The strings moved on their own violation, hanging him above to stare down at the tare into his reality. "Enjoy the show!" And with that the color was drained as he left, the portal closing behind him, leaving only the dim blue glow of the strings in his wake.

And Sans grunted in discomfort. He only wanted to sleep. But he couldnt. He had no dreams.