Gaster Blaster Sans

Nightmares And Apologies

Not my video.

Sans' POV
I had a weird, numb feeling in my bones. It was like it should ache, but it didn't. Frisk seemed to shuffle round in their sleep. Suddenly, my body twitched, before a pain appeared in my leg. My mind just went nowhere as I spaced out. As I realised I had stopped moving, I begun walking again.

Time skip

I lay outside a small door. If I remember the room correctly, I wouldn't fit in there any way. Sighing, I rested my head on my arms, attempting to get into a comfortable position in the claustrophobic hall. Hehehe. I always thought it'd be cool to be tall, but this is too much. Not that I mind being short. More reasons to be "lazy". Is it lazy to not be able to sleep at night and try to get as many naps as possible to make up for it? Is it lazy to know that nothing matters? Everything will just reset. Well, since I have some time to think, I guess I have time to consider my actions and everything that happened. I'm not going to he able to sleep anyway. So, I has some dt mixture pour on me. Then... this happened. The numbness appeared again, but a little more painful. As silent as possible, I grunted, along with a few sporadic twitches.
"Sans?.." a comforting, drowsy voice asked. Humming in response, I turned towards my back, seeing Papyrus waking up.
"What's wrong? You feeling alright. *Yawn* you seemed to move suddenly and sharply," Papyrus murmured, rubbing his eye sockets. I attempted to respond, only growls coming out. My attention turned away as I considered how I could tell him I was ok. The obvious answer was to smile, so I did that.
"Morning Papyrus, Sans. Did you sleep well, Papyrus? And, Sans, maybe you should get some sleep," Toriel yawned softly. Pap and I nodded, before the pair got off my back, Toriel carrying Frisk into the actual house.
"Sans, I'm going to make some butterscotch pie and tea. Would you like some?" Toriel asked, a smile in her voice. I'm too big to eat or drink normal things, aren't I? Suddenly, I remembered something. I could speak in hands. I don't do it often because, well, Pap couldn't speak it. Hopefully Toriel or the kiddo could.
"Tori, how would I eat or drink those? Aren't I too big?" I signed, speaking with wingdings. Everyone just gazed with confusion.
"Sans, you know I don't speak hands. I doubt these two can, since it's an uncommon language. The only other person who I know that knows it is that river person, but they only know about it, they don't actually speak it," Papyrus explained. I looked over at Toriel, and she shook her head apologetically.
"I know it! Wingdings! I learnt it in my spare time before I fell down," Frisk stated, an excited expression.
"That's great, now we can talk with him. What did he say?" Toriel asked. The kiddo asked me to repeat it, so I did.
"He said he thinks he's too big to eat a pie or drink tea," Frisk translated.
"Oh my, your right! How are you meant to eat or drink. I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate!" Toriel apologised, making me chuckle as I gently pat her shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'm not hungry anyway," I replied, crying with laughter. Frisk immediately translated.
"What about when you do?" Toriel asked, making me laugh harder.
"Don't worry about it," I replied, my other pair of hands clutching my ribcage. "Well, I'm going to make food for the other two anyway. Just wait here, ok?" Toriel stated, before I nodded, and she lead Frisk and Papyrus into her home. Immediately after the door closed, my grin dropped. The only time I speak in wingdings is when I'm not really focusing. For example, when I'm half asleep, or when I space out and suddenly zone back in. Exhausted, I lay down and closed my eyes, attempting to sleep.

A few minutes later

I found myself back to normal and at my station. Reset? Fine by me. I've come to expect these at random times. Sighing, I got up, and looked around. On a nearby tree, I found a note that was adressed to me. It was Papyrus' handwriting. I got a serious sense if deja vu. I read over the note, and it said: "Sans, I know you said to stay away from the human, but I think they're not as bad you've described. I, the great Papyrus, am going to try to befriend them. After all, you always told me I was the greatest friend anyone could ask for. So, if this was even possible, who could do it better than me. Don't worry Sans. Love Papyrus." I recognised this. This is the run where the kid... kills everyone. Or, at least Papyrus. I darted toward the location, before using a shortcut. Maybe I can make it! As I arrived, I found Papyrus, attempting to befriend the human.
"Papyrus, get out of there!" I wailed desperately.
"Oh, Sans, you got my note. Don't worry the human has been friendly enough. I'm sure they don't wan-" Papyrus began before being cut of by a sickening slash. Papyrus' head fell clean off, his body turning to dust. I gazed desperately at his head as it disentagrated. Even without looking, I could feel the kid's insane, sansgria red eyes (sangria is a real shade of red) gaze like a knife piercing my bones. Desire for vengeance filled me with determination. My eyes went black as I stared at the kid. Before I could react, I was sliced across down the chest. Ketchup stained my white shirt and blue hoodie. I felt myself turn to dust.

Distress caused me to wake up. I, somehow, kept myself from screaming. However, I couldn't stop the tears. I sobbed loudly, being unable to keep quiet.

Frisk's POV
Sobbing came from downstairs. Sans? It was incredible that I could hear him through Papyrus and Mom's conversation. Hastily, I made my way to stairs before going down, the steps creaking.
"Sans?" I called out. The sobbing went quiet afterwards. As I arrived, blue tears leaked through his eye sockets, streaming down his cheekbones and dripping on the floor.
"Sans?" I muttered, just gaping at him. I still wasn't used to how big he was or his new body. He stared at me, his expression turning aggressive as he growled. The blue glow from his eyes had streaks of yellow. Before I could say anything, he fired at me.
"Stop! What happened?" I shrieked, seeming to get the attention of Mom and Papyrus as I heard footsteps from upstairs. Sans grimaced at me. Suddenly, he pinned me to the ground with one large hand. He begun preparing the beam in his mouth. Just before he did, an innocent and confused look appeared on his face. His mouth closed and the yellow disappeared.
"Sans! Get off her!" Mom demanded, burning him. Sans swiftly got off and began talking to her.
"He's apologising," I explained. I'm so glad I learnt wingdings after seeing Sans and Gaster do it.
"Sans, why? And don't you run off! You are going to explain yourself!" Papyrus ordered. Sans reluctantly nodded.

One loooong explination later

"I see, and is this the nightmare you always have?" Papyrus asked, looking uncomfortable and upset.
"Not all the time. Sometimes I don't see your death, other times, I do. My nightmares are always things I've seen from other time lines," Sans replied. I had gotten so distracted with translating, I didn't even realise what I said. I gulped as I realised. I lokked over at Sans.
"Wait, could you say that last word again? I don't think I said it right," I requested, pausing for Sans to reply. He didn't. He just stated down, his eyes were voids. Nothing but a pair of black abysses.
"Sans?"