Expecting that this would make him feel better, it was dumb. He knew it wouldn't, but for a temporary amount of time, it would take his mind off of what he had seen. Over what he had to pretend did not hurt him. He had something to take his anger out on - artificial people that weren't real. Considering he was in a simulation room and all. (He wasn't taking real lives right now!) All he was doing in this simulation was, he was making his way through a pretty decrepit looking building. His assumption for this simulation was that these people that he was taking out were hiding out here. And any time he saw someone, he shot them, one by one.

All he wanted was for the pain to go away. So, he was taking his anger out here. Growling and shouting and just saying sentences filled with profanity, his most used one being "die ya motherfuckers!" as he kept pulling the trigger. Being someone who was so used to killing, it didn't even make him flinch at the idea of shooting these fake people. Matter of fact, it probably wouldn't have even mattered if they were real people. He probably wouldn't have cared anyway.

There was one last person he took down, without using his guns (as he was out of bullets). Instead, he used his fists. Punching them in the face, over and over again, not stopping for anything, even when this person was definitely dead. Soon, he was sitting there, panting for breath as he had worked himself down to the bone, fighting these people. The simulation around him soon started to fade away as he had completed it all alone, and he was back to sitting in that empty, blank room. For the moment, it was silent.

Until it was broken by a voice. "That looked pretty intense." Sans glanced over his shoulder, only to see his father standing at the door. He didn't answer, and instead slowly went to look back at the floor, seeming so miserable. Gaster rose a brow, as he had been expecting some kind of reply at least. But nothing. Seeing as he had not heard a word from Sans, he began to carefully step over and knelt beside him. "What's up bud?"

"it's nothin'. i'm fine." Sans growled, clearly not convincing Gaster who shook his head, dismissing his lie.

"You're obviously not fine. You think I would really believe that after seeing something like that? I had been watching for awhile." Gaster told him. "There must be something bothering you for you to be so, so angry."

"what do ya want me to say? do ya want me to say that ya were right? that ya and grillby were fuckin' right? because there, i've said it." Sans snapped, going to pick himself off the ground, to turn around and walk out the room. Confused, his dad went after him, following him out of the simulation room.

"What are you talking about, Sans? Right about what?"

"about what ya said about me and frisk! about... about how i felt." Sans seethed, before looking glumly at the floor. Hearing this, it only perplexed Gaster even more. Shouldn't he have been happy? Frisk loved him, right? So... What was there to be angry about? Had she for some reason said no if he talked to her? Or was it just because Sans did not want to feel this way? He wasn't sure he understood.

"Why are you so angry about it though? I would have thought you would be happy..." Gaster pointed out, earning a huff from Sans while he shook his head. He wasn't happy. He was extremely unhappy. He had the expression of what you would see on a dark, gloomy, rainy day. In short, he felt miserable.

"no. i'm not happy. ya know why? because frisk has moved on. and i'm the damn fuckin' fool who waited way too long to admit that i loved her, and now i've lost her!" Sans snarled fiercely. Seriously, he felt like a complete idiot. If people heard just how upset he was, they would probably laugh at him like he was some kind of clown. After all, it was his own problem that he made himself feel this way. He couldn't point fingers at someone else to take the blame for him to make him feel a little better. No. He felt utterly stupid.

"How do you know that? Did you talk to her?" At Sans' nod, he continued. "Well, what did she say?"

"it wasn't just what she said... i saw her kiss that guy - andrew... they're together now, i guess..." Sans shrugged, as the two continued walking together, going down the hall to go to the main Mafia room. "i just... i should have seen this comin'. of course it would have happened. all she ever wanted to do was hang out with andrew lately, instead of me... i shoulda just admitted that i was jealous, that i wanted her to spend more time with me but i was so fuckin' dumb that i... kept lyin' to myself."

"Sans, you're not an idiot. You're really not." At Sans' unconvinced look, he went on. "Love is a complex thing. Sometimes you don't really know it's there until you really take the time to look. Sometimes it just happens when we don't expect it to. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself for not realising sooner. Perhaps for you it just had to take time." Gaster said. "I'm sorry that Frisk has moved on. But you'll get past this, just like she has. You're much stronger than you ever give yourself credit for."

"yeah, sure. with all the cryin' i've been doin'..."

"Hey now, crying doesn't make you any weaker. It's a normal emotion. You shouldn't feel ashamed to cry." His father said. How did it not make him any weaker? Wasn't it like... A male stereotype that they were supposed to be tough? That if you cried, you were practically a girl? By the looks of it, crying for males wasn't something that fit into normal society. People looked at you as if you were strange if you were a guy and you were crying over something. It was as if that emotion just wasn't allowed to be programmed into you, that you had to be some kind of robot that was one hundred percent dead inside, with no feelings whatsoever.

"ya never cry... even when mom died, ya didn't even cry. ya were so strong, even then."

"That's different." At Sans' small question of how, he added: "You and Papyrus were quite young when she died. Seeing as you were small children, I never wanted you two to feel more upset or scared than you already had. I know you both at the time missed her dearly, just like I did. I never wanted to break down in front of either of you and make you feel afraid. In my spare time, I did cry. I wailed a lot, like a total baby." Gaster gave him a small, sad smile. "But I don't believe that made me any weaker. I was just mourning. And sometimes, I still have to, as I still miss your mother very much. She was a good soul."

"yeah... she was." Sans agreed with a sigh. He couldn't believe it had been so long since she passed. After all, with Sans being 20, almost 21 with his birthday coming up, and Papyrus being a couple years younger, it had been at least almost 10 years since she died. Considering Papyrus was 8 at the time, while he was 11. Crazy how time flew by. At least she didn't have to see what he had turned into now though. She probably would have been ashamed of him.

"Believe me though, Sans. What you feel, it may only be temporary. And one day, you'll be happy to get over it, knowing you left those feelings behind. And if you ever need anyone to talk to, well, you know your old man is here to talk." Gaster said with a small chuckle, earning a very tiny smile from Sans.

"...thanks, dad..."