KETCHUP~ SansxReader-Chan (DISCONTINUING)

Chapter Seven: He Knows

Y/N Fragment POV
May 6, 20XX
I opened my eyes on a surprisingly comfortable couch.  I spotted a bottle of some kind of red sauce on the floor next to me.
Out of curiosity, I opened the bottle, squirted out a bit, and tasted it.
All the while oblivious to the fact that Sans himself was sitting right next to me, awake and mighty aware of my doings.
When the taste popped into my mouth, I felt something resonate inside of me, as silly as that sounds.
My eyes widen.
"Golly, BRAVERY already?  Already in the game, huh.  Guess I better hurry up then!  HEHEHEHEHEHE!"
That voice-- please tell me it's not--
I jump up, eye darting in every direction, but, of course, I found no one.
"Uh, kiddo?"
Sans interrupted my spaz.
"Do you happen to know why your eyes have changed colors...  To orange?"
"Orange?"
Shocked, my (partial) soul flickered with a glimmer of hope.
"Yeah.  C'mon over here, Buttercup."
The skeleton motioned me over to a bathroom, unused, but particularly to a large mirror.
Glancing at my reflection, I find that the small skeleton was right.
What was especially noticeable was the orange flickering spark in my eyes.  They were still grey, but it was a sign of hope.
My skin still lacks color, but it looks better, and by better I mean more human.  Literally.
"Do-- do you think this means what I'm thinking it means?"
I turn to Sans.
"That...  Depends, what do ya think it means?"
He asks, but I spy a hint of a smile (after so long without one),
(lolol see what I did there)
So, in conclusion, I know that he knew.
He knows what it is like to have your entire life torn away from you, doesn't he?
He knows what it is like to lose your most important friends, no, family.
He knows what it is like to live through a hell.
Because...
This is the Underground.
And, at first it seems like it cannot be helped.
But here begs the question,
Can it?
Maybe it can.
Maybe it cannot.
Maybe this is just another infinite death trap.  Maybe, if I retrieve all of the fragments, they will refuse to connect, or, or...
"Kid?"
Sans nudged me, still in thought.
Or Chara, well any of the humans in general, take everything, everyone away from me.
All over again.
Reset after reset after reset.
And on that one fateful day.
The last reset.
It will be my dust they will be scattering, at last.
At last.
Well, at least they would be doing me the favor of putting out of my misery.
In fact, maybe I should--
"Buttercup!  Wake up.  Wake-- *sniff* wake up.  *sniffleu*  Please, Y/N.  Please."
"Huh?"
I break out of my *ahem* er, deadly daze.
When Sans saw me back to my senses, he hugged me.  And I don't mean the awkward hello-welcome-back-please-don't-ever-touch-me-again hug.  I mean he clung to me, as if his life, and everyone else's lives, depended on it.  As if, if he let go, blood would be scattered.  Dust would be thrown.  Lives would be gone.  Just gone.
Forever.
He-- was crying?  Why does this situation feel familiar?
What's with this feeling of deja vu?
What does he know that I don't?
What has broken him up inside that brought the skeleton to...
Tears?
"What-- who has broken you?"
I whispered, not of the heart to break away.
Sans didn't break away quite yet, either.
Whispering even more softly, I wondered aloud,
"Is it me?"
Signed,
Y/N L/N