(Her POV)
Everyone in our village prepared for war, fighting for (Y/N) was what It wanted, and they were willing to fight. Although (Y/N) hated fighting, they knew she would never survive with just mercy. The swords were being made as well as the plans. The fighting would be hard, but they would do it.
They were do it for (Y/N).
(Sans POV)
I was in a state of fury to figure out that I hadn't killed (Y/N). That, and the fact that the world reset. I watched as she walked out of the faded and chipped gate.
Cautious. She was cautious. Taking a glance behind her with every step. She knew. I appeared behind her, making her freeze. She fell to the floor, and seemed to be unconscience. And, for a moment, all I could do was stare. Stare at my 'friend'. I didn't understand...
She only fought when other needed help, and because of that, she was killed. So why? Why put other people's safety only your own when you are the only one in danger? She is foolish to think she could live under those conditions.
....
But she did.
(A/N: I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT SCHOOL AND DRAMA AND DEPRESSION HNNNNG. Sorry... Boi!)
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Poems (Horrortale!Sans X Reader)
AléatoireShe loved to sing and dance and rhyme. But her happiness was running out of time. She screamed and clawed to anyone at all, Because blood and skin couldn't break her fall. Tears and sobs and screams ran out, And still nobody hea...
