•~Forgetful~•
Sans suddenly teleported into Waterfall, breathing heavily and clenching his chest. His blue jacket and white shirt now stained red with the blood of genocide. Some red rubbed off on his hand, making him sick whenever he caught glimpse. He let his weight sink down as he slid down a wall to the ground. His breathing became raspy and slow, his vision blurry.
"*W-What? How..?" Sans tried to comprehend his escape. He looked down at the gaping wound in his stomach, then at his blood soaked hands. Tears flooded his sockets and trickled down his cheek bones.
Sans tried to comprehend this situation he was in. He was shaken and in complete disbelief, unable to muster a word, or even a thought for that matter. He looked around, trying to find his location. He thought he was by the ocean, water soaked his slippers. A quick spark of hope rushing up his spine.
"*Am I out?! Did I finally make it out?!" He quickly predicted. Thought a blue glow caught his tear soaked sockets.
An echo flower.
The newfound hope escaped from him as did more hot tears. He wept into his hands.
Though he survived the knife point of c̸h̸a̸r̸a̸ and delayed his erasion of this world, he only wished for what was intended.
Sans screamed with his what was left of his strength.
"*PLEASE! KILL ME! I DONT WANT THIS! I JUST WANT THIS TO END! PLEASE SOMEONE KILL ME!"
......
But No Body Came...
His plead for death only echoed through the falls. He continued to weep. What was taking them so long? This should've stopped by now.
Through his misty sockets, he caught a glimpse of himself in a pool of water. He looked like a mess. His face covered with grief and regret. A tear rolled down off of his face and fell in the puddle. He couldn't stand to see this side of himself. He smacked the some water out of the hole and began to feel weak.
With the last of his strength, he ripped off part of his jacket sleeve. He tied it around his sockets, attempting to stop the flow of his sadness. It didn't help. Part of it was soon damp.
-Not Long After... -
Sans, sitting in the emptiness of Waterfall, unable to move, unable to see, and full of ever lasting regret, waited for the timeline to disappear. He was prepared for this all to stop in an instant, he wouldn't even be mad this time. All the while, he blamed himself for is sloth-like behavior and how he hadn't done a thing to try and stop them.
"*I'm sorry... I'm worthless... I'm sorry.." Sans repeated in between his whimpers. "*Im weak... I'm sorry.."
"*Its all my fault..."
He wanted to wipe his face, but he couldn't move an inch. The lack of HP and Hope itself held him back. He silenced himself and thought before cracking a demented smile. A way to fix this, to fix this all, had struck him like lightning.
Tears came rolling down his face like rapids.
"*I.. I know what I can do. I know how to make use of myself now..." The right part of his face lit up with a faint blue glow.
He readied his attack.
"*This...This is the last thing I could do good for this world.. Papyrus.. forgive me.."
The bones rushed in, aimed at his soul.
At that moment, through his destroyed, cloudy eyes, he spotted a figure. A white and red slender being was afar. The attacked missed his soul barley as his breath picked up. Sans shouted and attempted to reach out to the figure.
"*Papyrus?!!" He screamed.
He blinked in disbelief.
It was gone.
His crying, which began to cease, began again. This is too much, too far. He couldn't stand it any longer. No more interruptions. If the timeline isn't going to take this world away, he will just have to take himself form the timeline. He readied his next attack, dead center for his soul.
"*D-Don't be afraid. I-I'll fix this all..?" Sans stuttered, not as prepared as last time.
"O-On three..??" He counted in his head.
1..
2...
3!
Sans clenched his teeth as he awaited the stinging pain.
Just as the bone began to pierce his soul...
The world went black.
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