"hey, (y/n)" I looked at Sans. His face, which was smothered in anger, sent chills down my spine. "i don't pretend to know why you did it. maybe you're just a psycho. maybe things are beyond your control. but i know my bro was right. right about you." He chuckled, and I gripped my knife tighter. "and i might not see that. hell, i know i won't." I saw him wipe a tear. "but hopefully, someone, someday, will." I tried to hit him with my knife, but kept missing. After a few tries, he hit me, making me die. I growled and slapped my hand on the 'Continue' button, starting again at my Save Point.

"why won't you give up, (y/n)? why won't you just accept how i'll beat you every single time you try? they've all killed you too. the door lady, my brother, undyne, mettaton, asgore..." He paused and started to break down in tears. "m-me..." His eye glowed blue with a mixture of gold. "yet here you are. what you are, i'm not certain, but.." He waved his hand, making me hit the wall to my right. "you're not a corpse, i can tell that much, but don't you know how difficult it is?" He stopped, waiting for my turn. I punched the 'Fight' button, and slashed at him again. He continued his speech as he dodged my attack. "something absolutely immortal is destroying everything before my eyes. this is all i can do to try to make you quit, (y/n)." He summoned Gaster Blasters, and made them shoot my way. Luckily, I dodged them but they grazed me. I lost 16 out of my 132 HP.

I hit the fight button again. He dodged. "to reset it all. because you will. you always do. it's either you want to see a different scenario, or the same one all over again. it seems as if you just can't let it go."

"QUIT DODGING YOU SACK OF SHIT!" I tried to hit him again, rage replacing my insanity. "it's disgusting, (y/n)." His eye glowed blue again. "you're disgusting..." He threw me around. The roof, the left wall, right wall, floor, roof, and he let me fall. I hit the ground, spraining my foot. "i don't want to see my friends and family die, one by one, knowing that i'm the only one who stands a chance." I stayed on the floor and saw the four option buttons appear. "get up." I didn't get up. "get the hell up." His voice was gruff and irritated. "load your damned save. i'm going to make you suffer...." I tried to hit the fight button, but couldn't reach. "suffer as much as i did. as much as everyone has. let's test the limit of your stupid refusal to let it end. let's see just how long you can keep up that DETERMINATION..." I managed to get up and hit the fight button. It perfectly hit him. 99999 damage. He had one point left. He couldn't get up. He had trouble functioning.

"you pitiful creature...i-i... i'll avenge my friends... you'll have a-a.. b-bad time..." He said, a low growl adding to his deep voice. "What was that about a bad time? What about your friends? Oh Sans, you really ARE an idiot, you know?" I chuckled as I kneeled down in front of him. "This is simply a game to me. A game where I don't truly have the control I wished. I didn't get the option to create who I wanted, and in the end the name I chose for myself didn't really matter. I suffered through everything, Sans. Being trapped in this god forsaken world where everything wanted me dead, having a foolish goat believe that she had known what was right for me,"  I smirked. "Enduring your stupid puns..." I reached for my knife. "Did you know how much I hate puns? It wasn't cute nor a redeeming quality. I don't even feel sad for killing your idiotic, naïve brother." He tried to get up, but fell. "If anything, you should have interfered. If I wasn't left in this hell hole world where monsters will attack me, regardless of how much I didn't want to fight, maybe I would have enjoyed this game more."

His eye flickered blue, but the blue faded away. He glared at me. "You were too lazy. If you fulfilled the promise to 'protect the children,' maybe I wouldn't have ended up this way, Sans. Nobody batted an eye to my suffering, nobody batted an eye to my problems. Why should it matter anyway?" He tried to throw me against the wall, but I only slid backwards a few inches, staying on my feet. "I should be mute, unable to express my true feelings. Everyone always wanted something from me, though. Whether it was to get over their insecurities and find their true love. Whether it was to try to befriend me, but to only end up failing horribly. Even attempting to date better than other creatures." I walked back to my option stand. "It was kind of funny at first, but now it's just bland. I would be fulfilling everyone's dreams with a blank expression." Sans pulled himself up, readying himself to fight with his one, singular strand of HP left.

"I gave them a happy ending, but I've never had my own. Where's my happiness? Where is MY love? Why do YOU deserve anything when you did NOTHING?!"

"i..."  He paused and looked down. I saw bright blue trails of liquid, probably tears, streaming down his skull. "Ah, I guess that doesn't matter then. I'm sure you want to believe that I'm being possessed by some sort of outside being or demon. Chara, right? Is that what you call it? That's pathetic." I laughed. "Stupid. I do not harbor any parasites that feed off of my strength. I'm doing this because I want to, because I want to carve out even a small amount of happiness so you can suffer. Don't act like you've had no part. If anything you've helped create this so called 'monster."

"j-just reset already, (y-y/n)... i cant take it a-anymore..."

"Oh but Sans..." I put my hand over the fight button. "If I reset, do you really think that'd I would learn my lesson and stop? Do you think any of them will? I can't say that I'm determined to win, though. I'm just bored. But since you're apparently the strongest, you'll surely entertain me with the way you die... am I correct?" I laughed, and punched the fight button. I hit him again. 1425 damage. He fell. "(y-y/n)..." I saw two buttons appear before him.

Save and True Reset. He hit true reset, laughing. A big red timer showed up, counting  down from sixty seconds. He kept laughing. "that's all i needed to hear."

"Wh-What are you doing?! W-Why did you do that? HOW?!"

I said. I tried to hit my fight button again. "now i can reset without regret. without mercy. without love. you think you know hell? you think you know what it's like to have a 'bad time?' try losing your brother because you remember a friend. now, i'm not gonna hurt you anymore. i'm not gonna ruin you any longer, but i can't die, (y/n)."

TEN SECONDS.

"after this reset, you won't remember. let's try to be friends in this next timeline, capiche?"

THREE SECONDS.

"maybe even more than friends."

{(Y/N)'s Point of View.}

I woke up with beads of sweat racing on my forehead. Again? Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh, I need a glass of milk. I sat up, seeing Sans besides me, peacefully sleeping. Was that another vision? Was I in more than just two timelines? This is so confusing... I managed to maneuver my way over Sans without disturbing his slumber and walked out. I walked down the stairs and heard a tiny voice from the kitchen. "Gonna get me some leftovers, doo dee doo..." I looked in the kitchen and saw Frisk, taking out some leftovers of the Butterscotch and Cinnamon Pie we had on Christmas. They looked over to my direction and jumped, almost dropping the plate. "O-Oh my god, (Y/N), you scared me."

"Sorry..." I said, rubbing the back of my head. I walked in. "D'ya need help with that?"

"No, I got this!" Frisk looked for a fork to cut the pie with, and they cut a piece off, eating it. I chuckled. "It's a good pie, isn't it?" Frisk's face lit up after I asked. "It sure is! Man, I wish I could eat the two slices left." I patted their head and put the two slices on a plate. "Knock yourself out."

"Yay! Thank you, (Y/N)!" They ran off with the pie and the fork back to their room. I sighed and opened the fridge to get some milk. There was only a bit left, so I drank the rest from the jug. I rubbed my right eye to wake myself up some more. It was 6 AM, so I guess I could stay up. I took the jug to the couch, turning on the TV after sitting on it. The news came on. "Mettaton is the host? Again? Is this the same report?" I muttered to myself.

"Hello my darlings~" He fixed his metallic hair. "Welcome to The Underground News! I'm your host, Mettaton~" I heard cheering coming from the TV. He even has an audience? "Never ending news, temperatures," Well, we don't have weather down here, so I guess temperature would replace it. "And drama!"

"doesn't drama count as news?" I jumped at the sudden voice, but seeing it was Sans. He was walking down the stairs. "Oh god Sans, you scared the crap out of me."

"sorry. spooky scary skeletons and all that. why you up so early, wife?" He sat next to me. "There's no need to call me wife, Sans." I poked his skull. "I know we're married. We just had the wedding yesterday, remember?"

"pbfft, of course, but still. you need a nickname other than me calling you cutie all the time." I shook my head. "It's okay, Sans. You can call me whatever you want. Whatever is fine with you."

"how about sexy?"

"Whatever is fine with you and is appropriate around Frisk, Papyrus, and possibly public." He laughed after my statement. "Now my darlings, time for some dramatic news~" There was a flicker of pink light from the TV and the scene changed to Mettaton in a pink tux. "Good morning every monster and welcome to the dramatic news!" There was clapping and Sans facepalmed. "Our top story is (Y/N) (L/N) and Sans the Skeleton getting married~" There was cheering as Sans did another facepalm, but with both of his hands. I heard Alphys in the crowd, screaming "I SHIPPED IT BEFORE THEY EVEN STARTED DATING!" And Undyne whooping.

Why where they up so early? Nobody knows. Mettaton kept on rambling about it for about 30 minutes and Sans changed the station. It looked like a rip off of Sesame Street. I heard a sigh of relief from him. "Why did you change the station?"

"u-uh, well, seeing myself on tv and all..." I looked at him. He's lying. "i-i'm self conscious..." He folded his arms, knowing that I was suspicious. "D'aww. Wittwe baby Sansy-Wansy is self conscious~" I poked him again. "It's okay Sans, I worry about that stuff too." I kissed his forehead and he told me he was going to wake Papyrus and Frisk up, and he was going to make breakfast. "Okay." I said, changing the channel again.

I like TV though. It's really cool that they have cable down here. Mettaton is always honest on his news station about what's going on about the Underground and stuff. It's great.

Right?