From Murderer to Hero - A Dusttale Frans x BNHA Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

" A R E Y O U R E A D Y F O R A M A D T I M E? "

Sans points a bony finger at Frisk, sending some bones after her. She dodges them.  He materializes some gaster blasters, which shoot beams of purple energy at Frisk. She dodges those too. She smiles, opening her arms as if for a hug.

*MERCY

Sans stops, a confused expression in his face.  Then he smiles.

"oh, so now you wanna show mercy," he says, snapping his fingers. "what a damn hypocrite. you think i'm just gonna let you go after what you've done?"

Frisk frowns as the ground beneath her rumbles. She jumps out of the way of sharp purple bones that would've impaled her. She dodges more blasts and more bones. Then it was her turn again.

*MERCY

"how do i beat the fact that mercy won't get you anywhere into your head?" Sans asks. "after all, i did all this because you didn't wanna show mercy to any of my loved ones. tell me, why should i show you any?"

More attacks. More dodging.

*MERCY

"you've killed my family and friends so many times. so many times that i didn't even bother with keeping count. now that i have more LOVE than you, i can finally take you down."

More attacks. More dodges.

*MERCY

"why aren't you attacking? is it because you know that you won't win this time? how pitiful."

More attacks. More dodges.

*MERCY

"why are you doing this? if you're not gonna attack, just die."

Bones fly towards the girl.

"die in payment for my friends."

She dodges some blasters that create mini craters beside her feet.

"die in payment for my brother."

Bones rise out of the ground, which Frisk dodges on light feet.

"JUST DIE"

More bones. More gaster blasters.

...

"huff huff"

Frisk slowly walks towards the tired Sans, who closes his eyes in frustrated anticipation of a fatal slash.

"even after all this, even after killing everybody i loved," Sans says, panting. "i'll still die in the same way as i did in every other time line."

He chuckles.

"life is just not for me, is it?"

Frisk stares down at him with an unreadable expression.

"well? what are you waiting for? kill me already."

Something different happened.

Sans found himself in a hug with Frisk.  He looks behind her shoulder, confused. Why did she choose to spare him at the moment when she could've killed him so easily?

"Sans, do you remember what you asked me the first time I committed genocide?" Frisk says, her voice strangely melodious to his nonexistent ears. "Remember when you asked me could even the worst person change for the better?"

Sans didn't know what to be more surprised of, the fact that Frisk could talk or the fact that Frisk actually remembered what he asked her all those time lines ago.