Integritale

Chapter 27: Judgement

When Sans woke up, he could instantly feel that something was off. He couldn't tell what exactly, but it was there. Looking around him confirmed it.

Serifa was not sleeping. She was standing still, looking outside the window with a blank expression. Sans couldn't recognise her clothes. Instead of the shirt and pants he had given her, she was wearing a long,black cloak with its hoodie on. Looking closer, he noticed a blue brooch in the shape of a heart on the hoodie's base. The room was dark and only lit by moonlight. Wait, moonlight? Why was it night?Had he been asleep for that long? And, if so, how did Serifa manage to survive without his help?

He could hear rain from outside. This had never been a rainy day. So maybe...maybe it was the next day. But that made no sense. How could he have been sleeping for that long? Unless...

He realised how close to death he had been when he reset last time. Maybe he did go back after all. And maybe...he went back as dust.

-Am I...dead...? he wondered.

Maybe that was why Serifa was wearing black. Maybe she was mourning! She probably couldn't see him either. He had to do something, to make her aware of his presence.

-Serifa! Serifa I'm here! he screamed.

-I can see that. You don't need to yell.

Serifa's firm tone threw him off. He got up, but she stopped him.

-Sit right where you are.

-Serifa...? Is something wrong...? Sans was really confused.

-Everything is wrong.

-What do you mean...?

-I know what you did. What you've been doing all along. I've been watching.

-H-How...?

-Is that really the important thing to ask?

Sans could clearly sense anger in Serifa's voice.

-Are you...mad at me?

-What do you think? she sounded more pissed off with every word.

-Why...?

-I don't know, genius! Maybe, just MAYBE I'd become angry at the guy who's responsible for my countless deaths!

-Hey,I've been trying to save you all this time and you know it!

-Some saviour you are!

-I am TRYING, okay?

-I was supposed to die only once. Do you even know how many times I've died because of you?

-I've...lost count...

-178. 178 deaths. You died in the previous timeline. Did it hurt? Well, imagine having to feel this pain not one, not two, not three, BUT 178 TIMES!

-So wait, am I dead? Are we in some kind of limbo?

-Is that what truly matters to you right now?

-You know what, I don't have to sit through this. Something is clearly corrupted in this timeline. Seeya.

Sans's left eye flashed. Nothing happened.

-Heh...Serifa smirked.

Sans panicked. He tried flashing his eye again and again, but it didn't seem to be working.