Cold. Everything was cold.
And dark.
I was so alone... how could I have wanted this? This couldn't possibly be better than before... the warmth, and the light, and the smiles, however scarce.
I cried out. I screamed, but it was muffled.
I wanted it back. I wanted everything back. I regretted my decisions, my plans, my dreams.
I wanted a second chance.
**Reborn as a ??? Sans**
!!READ THE FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT IN THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR IMPORTANT INFO BEFORE STARTING PLEASE!!
(TW: unaliving thoughts and memories at the beginning. It gets better over time, don't worry! Trauma is difficult to overcome...)
You didn't want a second chance.
You didn't want to survive.
You wanted the sweet release of death.
But it seemed like the universe was far too cruel to allow you even that.
It took away your memories, your free will to choose whether you live or die...hell, it took the one thing in life you owned! Your own name!
And now it seemed like you had to live yet another cruel life, doing things you never wanted done to others. But...at least you could do things your way.
Maybe this second chance wouldn't be so bad...
(Reincarnated as Nightmare Sans, but unlike other stories, you have no clue what Undertale even is)
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