When Two Fates Intertwine (Sans x Reader)

Darkness and Light

~Sans' Perspective~

Meanwhile...

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Darkness.

Wouldn't an impenetrable darkness usually be a bad thing?

But at this moment in time, in my current state of mind... I find myself unbothered by it. Comforted by it, even. I've spent month after month of my short life wishing that I could simply vanish into a darkness like this one-that I could fall asleep, and never wake up. If I became a part of this darkness, I would be free. No more resets, no more pessimism, no more heartache. I wouldn't have to worry anymore, and I wouldn't keep putting people in danger like I have been.

Some rational part of me is saying that's a stupid thing to believe. How could my existence have possibly caused all the bad things in my life? It was all a result of mere coincidence; I had bad luck at the draw. But there are some things that can't be swept under the rug. Some things that can't be so easily forgiven.

I've made choices in my life, and those choices are my own. It was my decision to do nothing when Chara first appeared. I may blame it on a promise all I like, but the reality is that I'm the one that decided to keep it in the face of such obvious crisis. It was my fault that I didn't step in to save my brother. It was my fault that the kid kept going through so much misery-I even made the decision to kill her. And the most recent of these bad decisions? I fell in love with someone. I brought someone into my life without a second thought, even knowing that I would only cause trouble for her. Hell, I just wounded her. Left untreated, that gash could have killed her.

I don't deserve to keep breathing. All I'm doing is sucking oxygen out of the air that someone else could use-like her. I'm a waste of space. ...No. Even worse, I'm destructive. I've done nothing to help anyone, and all I do is cause things like this to happen.

Are Chara and Flowey really the antagonists of this story? I ask myself numbly. Just think about it, you piece of shit. Which is worse? Doing something despicable for a misguided sense of justice, or seeing something despicable happening and just watching it happen? Everyone else tried to stop Chara in her genocide. Your brother even gave up his life. But you? Where were you when all of this was happening? Nowhere to be found. You only stepped in at the very end, at the very last moment. The ultimate procrastination. And you had the nerve to call yourself a judge?

I pull my knees closer to me, bones rattling ever so slightly as I sit there, useless, in the middle of the floor. Dust floats lifelessly in the air around me, making whatever light the ceiling provides seem almost otherworldly. It serves as a perfect reminder of all the lives I'm indirectly responsible for-all the monsters I could have saved, had I only exercised the courage to step in.

You don't deserve to be happy. In fact, in times like these... monsters like you... should be burning in hell.

My chest hurts. My soul aches as though it's trying to pull itself apart, the agony of my very existence almost unraveling it completely. Hurting (Y/N) was the last straw. With shaking hands, I coax my soul out of me, it's pathetically glowing form dimmer than ever. It would be so easy to snuff it out. I've done it countless times before, and to a soul many times stronger than mine. With just a burst of magic, it would shatter completely, and this pathetic existence of mine would finally be over. I grit my teeth, and will my magic to light, preparing to close my fingers into a familiar fist...

...

My soul pulses, and a strange feeling of panic rushes over me. It's not my own, though-it seems to be coming from somewhere outside of me, somewhere outside of this room. From underneath my hoodie sleeve, there's a faint hint of sky blue. I sigh heavily and pull it back, revealing the watch (Y/N) gave me. The drain crystal is flickering with light, a sure sign that a certain human is looking for me.