"W...What's happening?!" Sans screamed to himself.
He remembered this human now. He had seen it before. It was the human who had fallen down and been taken in by the royal family. But this human was long dead.
And why had the printer suddenly printed a photo of it...by itself?
"No, it doesn't make sense. I didn't print that. And if i didn't print that...and I'm the only one here...then who did?". He shuddered and turned back to the computer. He pulled up the timeline charts. His eye sockets went black. At the end of each line was that face.
He slammed his fists on the massive screen and shook his head. When he looked back, the face was gone.
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Days later, Sans was still hard at work. He became completely absorbed in his work. Papers were strewn all over the cold tile floor. The lamp flickered from overuse. The skeleton sat at the computer with his hands on his head, mumbling to himself about reports and timelines.
Suddenly, he screamed.
"W H Y?! What's the point in trying if it's all just going to go away anyway?! What's the point in trying to do anything, trying to figure out anything?! WHAT'S THE POINT IN LIVING?!" His left eye burned with blue rage and fear. Flames appeared through his jacket. He fell to the cold floor.
Sans had discovered that the timelines were being manipulated. Someone was resetting the timeline over and over again. The skeleton sat in a at his computer shaking, holding in his hands the picture of the human.
The door creaked open. His eye sockets went dark with fear and the flames ceased. There was a shuffling and footsteps moving closer and closer to him. A tall figure stopped behind him.
"SANS? ARE YOU OKAY?"
Sans looked behind him to see his brother standing there. He gathered himself, closed his eyes and turned back around. "ya, i'm ok."
"I'M SORRY SANS, I DON'T MEAN TO BOTHER YOU AT WORK, BUT I HAD SOME TIME OFF FROM GUARD DUTY AND TRAINING AND NOTICED YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HOME FOR DAYS. I GOT WORRIED". Papyrus clasped his hands together and his eye sockets seemed to sparkle. (Oh no..) Sans though to himself. "I ALSO HAVE A NEW RECIPE FOR SPAGHETTI I WOULD LIKE YOU TO TEST!"
Sans sighed. "ok. sorry to worry you. i guess i've been working myself to the bone."
"NNNNNNGGGHHH SANS!!" Papyrus yelled. The younger brother shrugged. He grabbed all of his research and headed out the door. He looked back one last time and saw Alphys heading to her side of the lab. She looked like she hadn't slept in days and like she's been crying. Sans tossed her a key card to his side. She scrambled to catch it and looked up at him in shock. "it's all yours now. i'm skele-done with my research and with this job. maybe i'll go make some puzzles". He waved as he walked away from his nightmare.
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Untitled frisk x sans
FanfictionThe end for sans in many ways. The end of his job as a royal scientist and also the end of his true freedom...freedom from the truth. But it could it also be the end of his lonely days? In my AU, Frisk is a she and doesn't gain the ability to reset...
