Shadows Of Remorse (CreepyPasta x Undertale)

Chapter 10 - Getting Dinner

Sans was finally ready for his first date in his life.

There were no plans for how he was going to deal with everyone else having a crush on him, but that was going to be focused on later. Tonight, he just wanted to have a first date with Jack, not end up having a panic attack from everyone.

Obviously, they couldn't really go out in public, so Sans decided to set up a small place behind the mansion. It was nothing special, just a table for them to eat at and talk to each other, he didn't really know how to set up a date. It was to be had at 10, so Sally would be in bed by then, not wanting her to rush out and stare at them and do anything to interrupt.

For the date, there was just one problem with the dinner, and it was Jack's... diet.

Laughing Jack did have a lot of organs, but they were old and rotting on the ground inside of his imaginary world, which wouldn't work. The other option was to go ask one of the other CreepyPasta to go kill someone and bring their organs back, but Sans didn't really want to do that either.

Luckily, Sans managed to find a solution.

He wasn't a perfect person, he's killed a child before.

There was this one single person he didn't like, his old neighbor. The one who would be awake late at night, yelling at the football game with no care that Sans was trying to not kill himself. He was a loner, didn't have a girlfriend, and he was mostly healthy.

And he left his front door unlocked.

That was practically inviting Sans in, or any other serial killer. Sans had expected it to be harder, but the front door swung open under his hand. Having fought the same child who was memorizing his moves and had the power of time itself in their little grasp had made him expect this to be harder. His plan was to just warp inside, but the front door being left open means he didn't have to waste any more magic than needed.

The pink slippers covering his feet made no peep as he shuffled forward, not bothering to close the door behind him. It didn't matter, Sans was good at chasing someone. Flowey had tried to get away plenty of times, Sans knew all sorts of tricks.

It was funny, how trying to save the world from murderers had crafted him into the perfect killer. Able to go for long periods of time, able to anticipate what moves the other would make. Adding on the fact that he was a scientist, and incredibly powerful, he could easily outmatch many of the CreepyPasta. Slender would be a different story, but everyone else Sans could hold up a good fight against.

A plain human was no match for him.

The bedroom wasn't hard to find, this guy snored. His blonde hair was sticking everywhere in his sleep, his mouth open as he snored loudly. The blankets were thrown about, his feet sticking off the bed.

It was when Sans's hand was hovering over his neck when he paused, hesitance holding back his hand in shackles. The times he had killed others, it had been different. They deserved it, they were killers, just like him. Gaster tortured him and was insane, Flowey was insane with no emotions, Frisk did whatever they could just to satisfy their curiosity. This guy didn't do anything wrong, he was just a normal guy who was just unlucky in the dating department.

Did that justify being killed?

Or was Sans too far gone?

Jack needed to eat, and Sans had the perfect meal right here. Just one bone attack in the throat, or he could grab his soul and teleport him back, have Jack just cut into him alive.

All this man had done to Sans was be happy about football games. He kept his lawn clean, he kept himself clean, he kept his house clean. There was never any other problems, he just liked football and happened to not have a girlfriend from what Sans knew.

This man was just lonely, that didn't deserve a reason to kill him, just because Sans saw he had no girlfriend and that meant no one would miss him.

With a sigh, Sans sunk into a chair next to the bed, grabbing a picture frame off of the mans nightstand. It was of him and an elder woman, likely his Mother, both grinning so stupidly happy. Would it make this woman sad if Sans killed this man just for a meal for a date?

His mind wondered about as the picture was placed back carefully, the skeleton feeling guilty. He shouldn't, he was friends and about to go on a date with serial killers, but he did anyway.

Everytime they came back, covered in blood with a new victim ended, Sans never cared.

So why did he care now?

The man was alone...

The man cared about his family...

It wasn't this man's choice to be alone, fate had given him this life...

He didn't lock his front door, maybe because he didn't care...

Maybe... Sans saw where this man was. He used to be in that situation, and now, looking down at his sleeping form, this man had a life ahead of him full of hope for better chances.

He had hope that Sans never thought he had held until he met Jeff.

So Sans locked the door as he left, hands empty.

He could find someone else who deserved it.

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Okay, so I just wanna say this real quick.

First off, the whole situation with Sans not digesting something is similar to us breathing. Sometimes if we see something that surprises us, we forget to breath for a moment, even though it's natural. Just like Sans and absorbing the food magically, it's a background process like breathing when startled can stop for a moment.

And here is the uploading schedule I'm starting today:

Schedule: Mondays (CreepyPasta+) - Tuesdays (Creepypasta+) - Wednesday (Sanscest+) - Thursday (CreepyPasta+) - Friday (CreepyPasta+) - Saturday (Sanscest+) - Sunday (Youtubers+)

The + means that if I have time I will work on another story or something else, but yeah, this is my new uploading schedule.