A Skeleton's Struggle

His Frustration

It was dark, and Sans felt paralysed. He couldn't move. He could barely breathe. But tears still managed to stream down his face, and he felt like life wasn't worth living anymore. Sure, he told Frisk to reset, and he really cared about the kids' wellbeing... But it didn't mean that he wanted his entire life to end just like that! He didn't want to live in the Underground again. Being down there made him feel like that life wasn't worth fighting for. At least, when he was on the surface, he felt that he had some sort of freedom. He felt at peace, when he didn't wake up from one of those nightmares. And he knew he'd have a better chance of waking up every morning to see a beautiful morning sunrise, to feel a cool breeze on his face, to actually be happy...

He never took a day for granted. Each morning he would wake up but keep his eyesockets closed, and he'd shakily count to ten. Once he did, he would grip the bedsheets and slowly open his eyesockets. And the sight of being in his new, pleasant bedroom on the surface made him sigh in relief, and he thanked God each and every day for the fact that he was on the surface, and he was free of the deep, dark prison of the Underground.

He wished that Chara had never fallen down into the Underground. They had ruined everything. They made everyone's life hell. And the worst part was that they loved doing so. And that thought made Sans feel sick. Chara was one fucked up kid.

Sans struggled to move. He knew it was useless, and nothing good would come out of it, but he hated that he seemed to be just some 'character' in Frisk's life. That everything just seemed to be a game for Chara. The fact that both Frisk and Chara could just reset whenever they wanted to had always put him on edge. It was no wonder why Sans didn't see his point in life sometimes, if it only just started again from the beginning each time he felt like things were going well. He wished that he didn't feel like he was treated as some stupid video game character for other people's amusement.

At that moment, Sans' anger levels began to overflow, and his left eyesocket was illuminated by scalding hot, dark blue flames. The fire began to engulf his entire body, and soon he was screaming out of anger, out of pain, out of frustration. He screamed until he couldn't scream anymore, and his voice turned hoarse. His tears were now flooding down his cheekbones and creating a large puddle around him, but he didn't care. He couldn't care less. He just wanted someone to reassure him that everything would be okay, that he'd be alright, and that they'd be there for him.
"Pap...Frisk...Tori...Dad... Someone... Please help me..." He whispered, his body now weak from his 'episode'. He just wanted his family back. His body finally shut down and he fell into a deep slumber.

"Sans? Wake up!" Sans awoke with a start, and looked up. He saw Toriel kneeling over him, looking concerned, with Frisk standing behind her with a worried expression on their face. Papyrus was at the bedroom door, with tears rolling down the sides of his skull, and he was shaking with fear.

Sans glanced into Frisk's mirror to look at himself. And he finally noticed that blue flames were covering the left side of his skull, and he was sweating all over. He was breathing heavily, and he saw that he'd been crying. He quickly managed to calm down, and turned towards Toriel.

"H-hey Tori." He mumbled.
"Don't "Hey Tori" me, young man! It's early morning! Frisk woke up to hear you screaming, crying, and calling for us! Oh my lord, you've worried us sick!" Toriel cried.
"Brother... Was it one of those...?" Papyrus started. Sans weakly smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, sorry bro. Got a little rattled again. Sorry... I didn't mean to worry you guys. Just a bad dream, don't worry." Sans hesitantly replied.
Frisk ran up to Sans and hugged him tightly, and started to cry. Sans began to cry too, and he held Frisk close as he sobbed into their shoulder.
"It's okay, buddy... I'm sorry... Your uncle Sans just got a bit panicked for a moment there... It's alright, Frisk. They aren't here, I'm gonna protect you, they won't get you anymore." Sans whispered into Frisk's ear. He ran his bony fingers through Frisk's glossy hair for comfort, and both of their tears subsided a little. Frisk nuzzled into Sans' shoulder, and clutched at his fluffy hoodie, shivering. Sans chuckled and took off his hoodie, and wrapped it around the small child. They smiled lovingly at the skeleton, and once again snuggled into him.

"Sans? I've made you a cup of tea. It's in the kitchen." Asgore's deep voice mumbled, and Sans gratefully smiled at the King. Asgore bent down and took Frisk from Sans' arms, and allowed the skeleton to get up. Papyrus rushed over to Sans to help him up, and hugged the shorter skeleton tightly once he was standing up.
"It's okay, my dear brother. We all have nightmares. I'll look after you, and later on I'll make you some of my amazing spaghetti to cheer you up! You can even help me if you'd like!" Papyrus said supportingly, and Sans smiled softly at his brother.
"Of course, Pap. Sounds good." Sans replied, and they walked into the kitchen to drink some golden flower tea.