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The lingering chill of the nightmare that was the last reset cling to him like a heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on his soul. His hands instinctively rose to his chest, where a sharp, phantom pain stabbed through him, a cruel, relentless reminder of his once-beloved brother, slicing mercilessly through his heart. The memories of the reset surged back in a flood in his head.
Gods...Did papyrus really did that?
The repeated blows, the overwhelming pressure of Papyrus's embrace it was suffocating.
It hurt a fuck ton hah...- I should have believed the kids...
A wave of nausea swept over him as he touched the persistent itch where Papyrus had struck him—a mark, raw and painful. The voices of Frisk and Chara echoed in his mind.
"You know, Sans," Frisk eyes were filled with unease. "Papyrus has been acting... really weird lately. Like, more than usual especially this past resets." "Yeah, it's creepy. Like I know his protective over you but his actions are becoming even more controlling. Sans. It's not normal." Chara blunt as even, always never been one to mask their words.
Sans had forced a laugh "Haha, c'mon, kids. He's just... touch-starved. That's all. You don't have to talk about Papyrus like that."
But even as the words left his mouth, they tasted bitter and hollow, a poor excuse to avoid facing the truth lurking beneath. That was not even their issue he was explaining he realized now, he was just being stupid back then.
What would Gaster say about his perfect creation killing monster kind?
Who am I kidding? He'd just blame me.
Their father or creator Gaster was always stern, distant, and utterly unyielding in his mind. Yet their creator's favoritism toward Papyrus was glaringly obvious, a constant spotlight that left Sans in shadow. When Papyrus stumbled through his lessons or boasted about his achievements Gaster's rare smiles and approving nods were always immediate, as if Papyrus was the only one worthy of his pride.
Meanwhile, Sans's own efforts were always met with a dismissive glance or an impatient sigh. The cold distance in Gaster's eyes always gives verdict that Sans was the disappointment, always the mistake. He questioned him once and yet only felt his cold glance. Gaster's eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Papyrus isn't weak. You having 1 HP is an anomaly in itself, Sans -and oh I better not hear you bothering Papyrus during his training once again from my assistants. Do I make myself clear?" The words cut deeper than any wound. Sans swallowed the sting, forcing a weak smile as he nodded. "Yes.."
Papyrus was always ordered to not go near me by Gaster vice versa.
Although despite it all Papyrus genuinely cared for Sans, though the way his concern was expressed often felt less like affection and more like a cage—one that seemed to grow tighter and tighter with each passing day, slowly suffocating Sans's sense of freedom and individuality. Papyrus's insistence on treating Sans like the fragile younger brother in need of constant shielding especially due to their creator had gradually morphed from comforting to confining, like an imprisoning cage disguised in affection. Every touch, and every protective scolding chipped away at Sans's sense of self.
Hah... I shouldn't be thinking about that right now. I need to get to the King -He'd know what to do with this knowledge.
With great effort, Sans shakily pushed himself up from the cold floor, wincing as a fresh wave of pain lanced through his chest. Each movement was agonizing a brutal reminder of his fragile state. Summoning the fractured pieces of his soul, he saw it shimmering a vibrant, cracked light that both fascinated and frustrated him. It hadn't shattered -not yet, at least.
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Name: Sans Comic
Hp:0.2 (1-Phantom Pain)
exp:0
DF: 1
AT: 10
LV: 5
Weapons: Nothing...
Is Tired and in Pain...Feeling betrayed
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Really...?
Huh I guess I'm truly a 'Miracle' after all? Hah...
Before he could steady his thoughts, a searing, sharp pain ripped through him once more, plunging him back into the suffocating darkness he had come to loathe so deeply.
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