Ravenous Corruption - Axeverse Drabbles

Going Home - Axefell (What If) Fandom

Author's Note - This has been saved in my documents for a year now, since I saw it on the wiki and immediately saved it before it was deleted again. This was written by Mercy Monster on the Axefell fandom as a what if of AF Sans finding a soul and going through the barrier. I do not claim to have written this if any of the creators want me to delete this I will.

Sans couldn't stop laughing.

It really wasn't all that funny.

Quite frankly, there was nothing about his experience that was even remotely funny, but he just couldn't stop laughing. As he cackled, standing alone at the top of this new world, the rain from the sky pouring down over his skull and pooling in his empty sockets, he gazed, for the first time, skyward.

It hadn't been so long ago that when Sans had imagined climbing out of the mountain, it had been to quite a different picture than what his present reality had graced him with.
In his daydreams, it had always been to a blanket of stars, the ever-expanding cosmos laid out before his hungry and awe-stricken gaze. Or perhaps to the first light of daybreak coming over the horizon, to see sprawling human cities dotting the landscape. Or even just to a clear blue sky, the air full of birdsong, planes wheeling by far, far above, and the dark, curved line of the ocean marking the border between earth and sky. Anything his mind could imagine that had been born of pictures and movies from the surface...
And later in his life, when she had fallen into his dark, sunless prison, he had imagined his mate at his side, her hand entwined with his. Their child, their angel, the one that would have freed them all standing with them and taking in the grandeur of the surface for the first time with their father and uncle.

Another shuddering giggle, a strangled cough.

But Paps was gone, dead, dead, deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead, DEAD D E A D.

Sans had failed him. Just like he had failed his mate and... And their child. Their little one...

Even after all these years, after his long days of delirium under the mountain, gnawing bones, chewing throats, cutting, carving, and consuming the innards of monsters that he had known personally once upon a time, he could still remember the feel of the child under his hand. Their tiny soul answering the gentle call of his as he massaged magic and care into the swell of his mate's growing abdomen.

why didn't she come back?

A sharp gasp, another belt of aberrant laughter.
For nearly ten years, Sans had been under that damn mountain.  Ten years without her. It was a living hell. The self-doubt her prolonged absence inspired and the progressively bloody world around him had left his mind and his sanity a fever dream of better times. He had become as mad as the rest of them, resorting to self-constructed fables just to keep his soul from breaking in half as the world, and himself, only grew darker and more twisted in the long night that followed the departure of his sunshine.

In his sickness, he had convinced himself that she had made good on her promise and come back to him. That he had found her standing, weary and waterlogged in the Dump one day by simple chance. He'd been so profoundly happy then to have found her, to be reunited, and knowing it to be truly her even as his soul quaked and froze in his ribs, a shaky refusal of his mind's denial.

What a fool he was...

She never would've even made it through the Ruins without the bond giving her away much less to the middle of Waterfall. He would've known the moment she'd leapt back into his reach, fallen again into the Underground.
Still, he had believed his lie, because he had to.

He had just... Papyrus had been...

He needed her. He needed her more than he'd needed anything else in his life in that moment and she hadn't been there and Sans... And