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“So what you’re saying is, I’m too ‘sans’ for the Star Sanses.”
The blue clad skeleton looked over at the two guardians, eye sockets blank as if he were pondering his next words. He gently gripped the mug in his hands, the bitter smell of coffee permeating the air. He brought it up to his mouth, taking a long, drawn out sip as the two others spluttered. He brought down his mug once more, setting it down at the glass table in front of him.
“Look, Dream, Ink,” He began, glancing between the two as he spoke. “As much as I’d love to help all these people and bring positivity to them, there is a line that should not be crossed, and as an original with multiple variants, I especially need to know that line, and neither of you are willing to understand the severity of it.” He stated, dark blue eye lights returning to his empty sockets. “I can’t, with a clear conscience, allow you both to overstep the balance- you should not be dragging me into a fight every day with Error just because he has to uphold his-“
“Swap, you’re not making any sense,” Dream cut in.
“It’s Sans while in my own homeworld, thanks,” Sans interjected, holding up his hand, as if he were telling Dream to stop. The guardian shook his head. He tugged down on his dark blue cape, finding something to do as Dream hesitated with his next words.
“Swap, it is my duty to bring endless joy and happiness to people of the multiverse, and Ink is a creator and guardian, we can’t just sit by as Error and my brother wreak havoc on innocent lives.”
Sans blinked, leaning back on his seat as he crossed his arms.
“The destruction of a broken universe is doing the multiverse a favour, the spread of negativity in a world is necessary- and if we didn’t have that, we’d have no sense of self preservation- it’s not the fault of those on the other side that they have a necessity to destroy and wreak havoc like you said, especially due to the increase of universe and positivity tipping it over so unevenly,” he explains. Ink rolls his eye sockets. “Think about it, you two, if positivity is all we’d have, we’d be husks of a lifeform, a walking, positivity driven corpse,”
“Look, Blue, was it?” Sans could feel his eye socket twitch at the nickname. Years, and yet Ink still couldn’t bother to call him his actual name. “You’re too much like the original Sans for us- you’re too negative and literal and not to mention too… serious- which isn’t too bad on its own- but we need somebody who won’t hold us back from our responsibilities,” Ink stood up suddenly, grabbing onto the large paintbrush strapped on his back. “Let’s go, Dream,” he mutters, slashing through the air. A sort of portal rippled through the blank area, swirling with different greys and sparks of reds, greens and blues. Dream stood up, sparing a small glare at Sans as he followed Ink through the portal.
It closed with a snap, splattering paint all over the floor.
Sans rolled his eyes, looking down at the coffee table in front of him. Two untouched mugs sat across from his- the ones he offered Ink and Dream out of the goodness of his soul.
He scoffed.
“The Sansational Sans is worth more than them,” he mutters, grabbing the two tea cups in one hand as he eyes his own coffee, floating beside him as he walks into the direction of the kitchen. Gently dropping the cups in the sink, he glanced over at the time.
Papyrus would be home soon. It would be a nice contrast to the bubbling anger he could feel rising through his soul. A wider smile tugged at his mouth. A feeling of familiar warmth washed over his soul at the thought of seeing his brother. Even with his constant apathy and lack of interest, even being with his beloved younger brother would be enough to cheer him up.
Being “stuck” in his own universe wasn’t exactly very interesting, however for him it could be enough. He doesn’t need the drama of the multiverse nor the Star Sanses on his plate anymore. If they don’t need his supreme strength and battle techniques then they can go screw themselves!
He huffed, turning the hot water tap. Water bursts out with a small splutter as he starts to tip the remaining drinks down the sink.
“Wowzers, some monsters are rude.”