The Hell He Created (SansXReader)

The Sins of The Father

<An Author's Note> Anything in the story relating to subjects not clarified in the game or the wiki of the game itself are part of my own head-canon, or derived from the ideas of other fans of the game. I know everyone has their own theories and ideas and I respect them all, but for the sake of this story they are not up for debate.

Also, mind any grammar or spelling issues. My spellcheck and brain are both malfunctioning.

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ENTRY ONE, APRIL 17TH, 18XX

The day I met Chaibeka, was also my first encounter with a monster.

Granted, we were only children, and had no idea of what the difference was between a human and a monster, other than her affinity with magic and my overall endurance and strength. Often times, I would offer to carry her across whatever fields we would travel together before going home. It took her a few weeks to accept those offers, but I never would forget how she would smile- just slightly- before turning her nose away.

"Just because you're human, doesn't mean you're that much stronger!" She would huff before marching ahead. I admired her spirit, for lack of common sense. For a monster so much weaker than me, her inner strength almost matched the outward of my own.

As a boss monster, Becky was already much stronger than a monster of a normal caliber. Her SOUL was capable of taking more damage in direct combat, and she herself was able to live far longer than most monsters as well, let alone her lifespan compared to that of even the healthiest humans.

I think of that now as I'm waiting eagerly in the new hospital of our little town. I'm praying for God or whoever willies about up there to give her all of my human strength. Please, oh please, give her my strength.

It was an idea of my own, to begin this strange experiment. What is the difference between a human soul and a monster's soul? Is it the physicality? Or perhaps it was the personality of the being themselves that determined what became the SOUL of life.

Regardless, there was only one way to find out, and to solve the mystery of how two beings of completely different physicality could reproduce. My hypothesis is as follows:

If a certain meta-physicality is changed, then a human and monster may produce a healthy offspring.

This is what we both wanted, for our own and for similar reasons.

To start a family.

To create history.

To bestow on our generation the link to humans and monsters.

I'm writing in this journal, now, as she had wished me to weeks ago on my birthday. The leather still smells like new, and the binding is stiff. "It's a journal, or perhaps a diary." She said with a smile. "It's the journal of the greatest scientist I have ever known."

"You flatter me, my dear." I had replied, tracing my fingers across its soft cover. "This is such an extravagant gift. Are you sure it's alright?"

"Of course."

I regret not writing in it immediately. I'm writing in it on the day that may be the last day I had seen my wife. The last day I might ever look into her eyes. Did I tell her I loved her this morning? These thoughts cloud my mind as I wait in the hallway, hearing the squeaks of rolling carts and the babble of fellow doctors.