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Sans looked at the human corpse he left behind. “I can't let you pass.” He grabbed the human, and though he had a soul, all the monsters were scared of the surface now and would rather stay underground. Whelp, that was that.
The reloads stopped, but so did the resets. Sans truly felt it, he was alone besides the flower he knew was stalking him.
A year later Sans was proceeding with normal life when he saw it, a human in the city. In the core. Was she sneezing and coughing? “Better not bring that here.” He mumbled, the population couldn't afford to get sick. There wasn't enough monsters as is after the last human.
He walked away, “Not my problem.” She didn't exit the RUINS so the conditions didn't apply. He decided whatever happens, happens.
Three days later Sans went grocery shopping and saw the human in a very bad disguise and checked their LV, 10. “You are going down a dark path kid.”
They grabbed their food and Sans sees monsters initiate a fight. The human killed the monsters with precision like it was practiced.
Sans sighed, he couldn't wait, LV 14 was too much, it was time for action.
Sans needed to avoid collateral damage so he waited until they were in HOTLAND and teleported in front of them. “Heh. Had a bad time?” Sans mumbled.
The human gripped their dusty knife and it was clear they were waiting for him to attack first.
Sans started with gaster blasters. “There's a better way!”
“Is there? Not killing means I die.”
Sans’ smile faltered. “What do you mean?”
“The city, I tried peace, I can't…”
“Okay, if you are telling the truth, reset, find me and say ‘Empty garbage’. I'll know I need to help you. For now…” Sans fired the blasters tearing their soul apart.
Reset, Sans felt a strange sense of deja vu. “Empty garbage, why would I give that word?”
Sans went out to do his prison check and saw it, a human and teleported in front of them, no LOVE yet clinging to a knife.
The human was sneezing and coughing, making Sans take a step back and pull his shirt collar to his nose bone, “Human…”
“Empry garbage, empty garbage, empty garbage!” Sans heard the panic in her voice.
“Empty garbage, grab onto a sleeve, kid.” She clutched his sleeve tightly and shortcutted to his garage. “Tell me kid, why did I give you the codeword for this is hell, help me?”
“Uhh yeah, falling in a prison and keeping no kills is hard, you gave it to me, told me to find you and not kill.”
“Okay kid first thing is that illness, you are going to spread that through the underground so let's cure that first.”
Sans looks to his house, “Papyrus’ room, or what was his room. Follow and don't you dare sneeze.”
Sans walked as the human followed to Papyrus’ room. The room was surprisingly warm but looked unused, the blankets stiff and creased, books neatly lined up on the shelf.
The human looked at Sans, “Why does it look like someone died in here?”
“Okay, never joke about that again. I. Don't. Joke.” Sans’ eyes remain hollow, “A year ago there was a human who liked to murder, this is my brother's old room. He would've wanted you to be comfortable, now bed.” Sans pointed a bony finger at the bed, which the human got in. “That sickness is deadly, no going out of here, I'll get you a bucket as no one has a bathroom in this world.”
“Oh great, a prison.”
“Yep. Just one where you won't kill us with a sneeze, read a book.”
Sans left and started making soup, “Stupid humans, a year of peace and now I have to keep another promise, maybe I won't break this one.”
He made sure the soup was human temperature, “Not too cold, not too hot, not too raw, not too cooked, such fragile beings.”
Sans gave her the meal seeing the vomit in the bucket, “You can keep the bowl…” Sans kept his hollowed eyes on the bucket, “And bucket…” Sans looked at the human, “A week is what online says, I can handle that.” Sans shortcuts out of the room, only going in to give water or do his dangerous waste management missions, he grabs the bucket and shortcuts to Hotland near an uninhabited and uncharted lava pit to dump the waste. “That bucket needs to take a fall, humans are gross.”
Once the flu is over and Sans enforced the 48 hour making sure isolation he invites the human to his couch, “Listen the only way out is to kill Asgore as you need a soul, personally I would rather you stay, less death and SNOWDIN is deserted along with the RUINS, and WATERFALL, just stay out of HOTLAND.”
“I mean you held up your end of the bargain so we can make this work.”
“Now to a better start.” Sans holds out his hand and she shakes it leading to a whooping cushion, which to Sans’ disappointment doesn't result in laughter.
The human looks at his hand, “I thought you said you didn't joke.”
“Just trying to lighten the deadly mood.”
They look at him in annoyance.
Sans sighs, “Fine. Tough crowds around here. What is your name?”
“Anasathia.”