Sans x Reader {Ultimate Reset}

Your Highness

Flowey's POV :

I saw her leave the hotel, just seconds before Sans appeared.
~That was too close~
I sighed in relief. He slowly lost his cool and let his insanity show, while dropping on his knees and chuckling insanely. After his short snap, he slowly got up and explored the hotel. Every place was dark, accompanied with a thin cloud of dust. He brushed the wall with his boney fingers, thinking about everything that has happened. As he turned the corner, he was out of my sight, so I decided to come closer to him. I popped out of the ground and felt a sharp wave of pain around my 'head'. He pulled me out of the ground and looked me in the eyes. I whimpered and gulped. I'll admit, he was terrifying.

"Where. Is. She?!"

Sans practically shouted at me. His grip got tighter, almost squeezing all the air out of me.

"S-she left."

I barely whispered out with a raspy voice.

"Where did she go?!"

"To the Hall a-and Asgore!"

I replied trembling. His grip loosened, allowing me to summons my pellets. I hit once, I hit him twice, the third time, I was hit.. With a beaming light that came from a dragon's skull. It lasted for a second, then it stopped.
~Am I dead? ~

I asked myself in panic. I facepalmed and chuckled.
~Stupid me, I'm immortal~
Sans was long gone, probably planning his revenge murder. I wonder...

~Timeskip~

3rd person POV :

(Y/n) left the town and entered the palace. Behind her were streets filled with a fog of dust, cries of monsters echoed through the lonely and empty town. It was like a wasteland. Isolated, destroyed, left to decay.

"Pacify her!"

"Please! Someone help! Pacify her!"

"Pacify her!"

Echoed the cries of desparate survivors.

Sans' POV :

I couldn't believe it. Everything in chaos just in a few minutes?! How... Even Frisk wasn't capable of something like that. I was sitting on a bench near one of the stores. Windows were shattered, lights were mangled, streets were cracked, the only travelers were the wind breezes carrying the dust with them.
It sent shivers down my spine. Just the thought of what happened, what it all looked like, made me want to throw up. I sighed and covered my face with my hands.

"Why... Why is this happening..."

And again, I was distraught, lost almost without hope..

"Please! Pacify her! Make her stop!"

Those cries startled me a bit, but they gave me the motivation to go on.

"It's time... It's that time... The final judgment."

I sighed and ignites my left eyesocket.

"Let's do this."

3rd person POV :

Sans teleported to the Judgment Hall, sighed and leaned on a nearby pillar, waiting for (Y/n) to arrive. Meanwhile, (Y/n) entered the ever-so bright throne room. Asgore began his speech and started the fight. She chose to act every time, but nothing happened. He swung his spear, his eyes shining in blue and orange. Left, right, left, left, right, left, left. With every swing, the battle got more intense, more tiring. Both were panting lightly, while taking a small break from fighting. Asgore straightened his posture and spoke :

"You should just give up. I'll win either way!"

(Y/n) sighed and chose to act again, which annoyed him.

"Just hear me out! We don't have to fight! I'll live the same fate either way!"

She shouted in hopes of Asgore hearing her.

"What do you mean?"

He continously asked. (Y/n) stepped closer and whispered everything to him. At first he didn't believe her, but as soon as he looked through the window, he changed his mind in an instant.

Flowey's POV :

And so, (Y/n) left the throne room with dust following behind her in a soft wind breeze. I sighed to myself.
~This is it.. Heh, I'll miss her~
With that final thought I dug into the ground and appeared in the middle of the crowd. We were slowly moving towards the palace.

"You've got this!"

"You can do it!"

"Good luck"

We cheered.
~I hope this works out...~

Sans' POV :

I waited for a good while before (Y/n) came. I'll admit, all that waiting made me nervous.
~It's just like every genocide run before. They come, they die a bunch of times, they kill me. There's nothing else. ~
(Y/n) stood on the place where she had to, to start her living hell. I chuckled and spoke in a sing-song voice :

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, on days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell."