To My Better Half- A Sans X Toriel Fanfiction

Chapter 10- Hello?

~~Author's Note~~
I'm bad with schedules.

-MadiWritez

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Sans sat bolt upright, a feeling of dread crashing down on him. Why was he here?! He shouldn't be back here! This was wrong, something here was seriously wrong-

"Sans!" Papyrus called from somewhere past Sans' bedroom door, "Come on, you'll be late for work! This is the day, I just know it!"

In a trance, Sans stood, and shuffled out of the door on wobbly legs. Why... Why did Frisk reset? Everyone was happy, everything was going well! But they reset...

His legs gave out, and he crashed into the floor. He struggled to stand, but ended up falling again.

"Sans, are you okay?!" Papyrus yelled from downstairs, his voice becoming louder by the second.

He was drawing closer, and Sans knew he had to collect himself. He couldn't have a meltdown in front of Pap. He needed to be the relaxed, lazy big brother again, at least until he was alone, and could cry in peace.

Sans used the closest sturdy object to haul himself to his feet- a small table that housed a phone and a dusty picture frame- and used it to steady himself. He managed to plaster on his smile, just as Papyrus made his way up the stairs.

"Hey, bro. How are-" He had been going for a more casual tone of voice, but since his voice cracked, that didn't really work out.

He cleared his throat, and looked down, as his brother's gaze burned into his skull.

"Sans. What's the matter?" Papyrus asked, crouching in front of Sans.

They were eye level. Sans knew better than to look at Pap, knowing even the quickest glance would break him. He tried so hard, but his eyes had minds of their own. He stole a glance at his brother's face, and immediately regretted it.

"Pap... I-" He was cut off by his brother pulling him into a tight hug.

"It's okay, Sans..." Pap murmured, "Everything will be okay."

But he was wrong. Nothing was okay anymore. He was back where it all started again, back to the point where depression always kicked in. Back to the point in time and space where he'd contemplated death so many times, but stayed for his brother, and the voice on the other side of the door. Whenever the world reset, he always had to start over his relationship with the voice.

And now, Frisk had the power to do whatever they wanted to the world. They had the determination to save everyone, or kill everyone. It was always worst when they took the genocide route. At least, it was harder for Sans not to give up. But it was different this time. What were they going to do, if they had already lived their happy ending?

It didn't matter, anyways. There was no end to their game. They would just keep on resetting, over, and over, and over, and-

"Sans. Please don't cry." He heard Pap say.

He pulled away from his brother, and wiped at his eyes, which were damp with tears. Great. Just perfect.

With a weak stutter from the tears, Sans muttered, "Heh... D-don't worry, bro... I-I'm fine."

"You're not fine! Did you have another nightmare?"

Sans immediately saw his escape.

He smirked, and nodded, as he muttered, "Yeah. It was..."

He trailed off, not sure what else to say. He just needed to leave, to go to a quiet place to have a mental breakdown.

"If you say so..." Pap said nervously, looking Sans over one more time.

Before Papyrus could say anything else, Sans patted his brother's shoulder, and hurried off. He practically ran down the stairs, and out the front door, calling a brief goodbye over his shoulder.

He was wearing the same thing he had been wearing before the reset. A tee shirt and shorts. He had no clue where his hoodie was, but it wasn't like he could get cold, anyways. Even if he could, he would be numb to it. The emotions didn't matter.

He continued to run, ignoring the pounding of his heart and the wheezing of his lungs. He already knew where he was going. He just needed to know if she was there. As he reached the edge of the town, he was stopped by Monster Kid.

"Hi, Sans! Where you going?" Monster Kid grinned up at him, but Sans didn't return the look.

"I'm busy, kid. I'll see you later." He grumbled, and bolted past the small yellow monster, who was baffled.

He didn't stop. His lungs and throat were on fire, and he felt like passing out, but his determination to see her again pushed him forward. As he reached the old rickety bridge, he snapped his fingers, and felt himself dissolve into the darkness, which contained the timeline.

It wasn't difficult to find his destination. He felt a part of him snap back into his usual routine of teleporting to the door to meet her. He found that thought incredibly depressing, so he pushed it away. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, as the world reappeared around him.

His eyes fluttered open again, as a breeze hit his face. There it was. The door to the Ruins. On the other side, she should have been waiting. Sans walked up, and knocked twice. He waited for a few minutes, and knocked again.

"Knock knock!" He called, expecting to hear her voice from the other side, as perky as always.

There was nothing. Beginning to feel a gut-wrenching fear root itself in his stomach, Sans pounded his fist on the door, loud enough for her to hear from just about anywhere in the ruins.

"Hello?" He yelled, hot tears beginning to burn his eyes. "Is anyone there? Hello?!"

There was no response. He tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge, and there was no handle to pull it open. He just couldn't get through.

His knocks became quieter, and less frequent, as he slid down it to the snow-carpeted ground. He curled up at the base of the door, knowing full and well what the silence from the other side meant. Frisk was doing the genocide route... Toriel was already gone.

A weak sob broke past his teeth, and another, and another. Soon... He lost his perception of what it meant to be dead. In that moment, life and death became the same thing, neither containing anything worth existing for.

"Toriel! Tori, p-please answer!" He cried, "Don't leave m-me here again!"

But...

Nobody came.