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The child entered the hall. Such a familiar (only the language does not dare to say "native") courtroom. How many times has a person been killed here? They no longer remember... But still, sometimes they remember where they started. How they really wanted to help the monsters and not just take a break.
A skeleton that is so annoying but sometimes interesting in battle appears in front of the child.
"Oh, you still came here? You have no idea how tired I am of all these battles with you, kiddo. How long will this continue?" The question will remain unanswered because no one is counting on it. "You keep me having nightmares all the time. In them, you kill Papyrus from time to time. In other matters, and this time you did not spare either my brother or everyone else," Sans sighed.
Frisk has not yet been attacked, only because, for the first time, the undersized skeleton did not speak of the trial. He... Complained? It hadn't happened before, so they decided to listen to what he had to say next. Sans was not long in coming and continued:
"But I always hope for something. A person will come to his senses. You just have to wait. Continue watching." The skeleton laughed softly and shortly. "What is painfully funny, because how stupid is it? But I don’t give up and continue to believe. I don't even know what... In the beginning, I probably really hoped that you would come to your senses, but... Now it's more like a habit?" Sans shrugged. "Everything goes according to the same scenario. You have a few more in stock, but you disdain them and use them extremely rarely. What was there? Let me remember." He thought for a moment. "You kill all boss monsters except, say, Undyne and she becomes the queen of the Dungeon. You did the same with others. Sometimes he left a few alive. Combined in different ways, in general."
The child continued to listen attentively to this tirade, doomed to the loneliness of the skeleton, which would later be "gifted" with death. Albeit short-lived, the fact remains. He will die. But now, let him speak. Frisk is neither hot nor cold about this.
"I’m probably already resigned to your existence, kiddo. But it hurts so much to see your brother die every damn time." Sans hissed and flexed his brow bones with his fingers. "And it does not bother you at all. I wonder if you feel anything. Although I doubt there is anything human left in you." The monster boss waved at the man. "Can we... In the next timeline, we don't need a restaurant. Let's take this off the list of our meeting places. It's just that I'm so tired of it." The skeleton threw its skull up briefly, then looked back at the murderously determined figure. "Maybe I should come up with a new joke for our next meeting? If you repeat the same one too many times, then it ceases to be funny. And my puns only get worse from this. And I can’t afford time to kill them." He grinned and shrugged again.
Yes, he is definitely complaining. Ha, it seems funny to the person.
"When you lived on the Surface, did you have a family?" The skeleton did not wait for an answer and, after a short thought, continued. "Heh, I wanted to somehow put pressure on pity, but I thought about it and came to the conclusion that... Where did you get it from? You wouldn't be standing here covered in dust if you had even a drop of this feeling in you. But the monsters, without exception, to one degree or another, are endowed with kindness, love, and compassion." The man smirked briefly, but Sans noticed the gesture and seemed to smile even wider. "Yes, yes, Undaye and Asgore too. Don't laugh, kiddo. I didn’t say that this feeling couldn't be dulled in any way. Didn't say..." The monster began to walk around the hall, but did not take his eyes off Frisk. "Asgore, he... He pays for his own decisions, and Undyne... that's her job."
The man showed the flower with his hands and smiled. The skeleton realized what they were trying to convey to him.
"Flowey is not a monster, so it doesn't count." He brushed it off at once. "Alphys in general, it seems, accidentally created it. Moreover, he is not such an insensitive bastard as it may seem. I mean, I heard your last conversation. If you didn't notice, he was afraid of you. Although... You should have figured it out so many times, right, kiddo?" Sans stopped. "How are you still not tired? Ha, I think I'm repeating myself. Well, what to do when your insomnia works in tandem with nightmares, and you can't get enough sleep..." And again, he shrugged. "Have you ever counted how many times you did it? I'm just wondering how much time has passed. For example, I got lost somewhere in the thirty."
It seems that Frisk rolled their eyes, but the monster could not tell for sure. "It looks like a person can really go through the entire Dungeon with his eyes closed, heh," quickly flashed in the head of the skeleton. In all the time that Sans watched them, he never saw them. Oh, judging by the child's posture, they were not in the mood to listen to the nagging of the boss monster any further.
Well, this monologue really brought variety to something.