Shadows Of Remorse (CreepyPasta x Undertale)

Chapter 1 - Helen

The morning was cold, an unusual sense of coldness that reminded Sans of the underground. He awoke from his slumber to the cool air, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling that was slightly chipping.

Maybe, all along, he was insane. It was the first attempt W.D. Gaster had succeeded in making life with only the DNA of a single monster, there was bound to be some flaws. Sans saw those flaws, the ones that allowed him to exploit battles and not follow the rules of other monsters. It would make sense, if he had some mental differences than others. Being raised in a lab and trained to kill didn't really help, it was surprising how sane Sans had turned out to be.

Flipping over his pillow, Sans turned over his head to rest on the cooler side as his thoughts ran wild like children after having candy. Sans didn't really want to kill people, it's not that he was particurally against murder, judging by his friend choices, but he himself didn't really want to commit any more murder than he's already done. Hadn't he filled out his quota, already?

The choice to get rid of the no killing rule made him feel guilt, even though he was in the right. After all, he had lived with those people, his old family, all of his life! Yeah, sure, he hated every aspect of their souls no doubt, but did that qualify them for certain death? Was Sans playing a role he wasn't supposed to?

He was just the funny guy who helped give them a place to stay, he was no serial killer. Did he have any right to be in this mansion like the others? They worked hard to make their lives to where they were most happy, fighting against fates forced upon them. But Sans, he just let things happen to him. In the hospital, when he told Laughing Jack to kill them, it was the most control he had taken in ages! The last time was when he killed his creator.

Or maybe, it was a more deep rooted fear that made him have second thoughts throughout the night and morning, chewing on his distals. One caused from the lab, and reaffirmed by his old friends, a fear now taunting his mind.

Abandonment.

He was scared that his new friends would leave him, too.

What if, since he didn't want to kill anyone, they would leave him? And now that he wasn't able to supply them with what he was able to before, he was just like any other wanted man? Would they leave him too if he wasn't useful?

Just like Papyrus had.

His cries were soft as he pushed him face into his pillow, letting the tears of all of his built up stress and fears flow out into the material. He knew the others, they cared about him and wanted to stick with him, but then again, he thought his old friends had thought the same.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," A voice said, Sans practically shooting up from where he was crying to look at the door.

Without the usual mask, Sans didn't recognize Bloody. His face was pale, probably from wearing the mask often, and his black hair was more in show as well. His eyes were a light crystal blue, and his lips were more pale than normal as well.

"Nah, it's fine," Sans sniffed, quickly pulling up his blanket to wipe away some of his tears, "Just venting my frustrations through tears, no problem."

Bloody had only known Sans for a few days, so this was a little bit uncomfortable for the both of them. But, the man still walked forward anyway to sit on the bed anyway, wanting to help him through whatever he was going through.

"I, uh... I'm not one good with telling the truth about my problems," Sans said, "I sort of just have the set mindset of 'I'll keep all my emotions inside of here, and one day, I'll die' sense. But lately it really hasn't been going well, so I guess not anymore."

"Talking to people can help with your problems," Bloody told him, "It's always helped me whenever I felt bad after a murder."

"I thought you were a solo guy," Sans said, "You know, one man killer group?"