It was the smell of shit he awoke to. Not bacon, not the usual spaghetti, no, shit. Literal shit. When dogs snuck into your house for bones, you knew that smell, and this was certainly it.

To say Sans was jumping out of bed refreshed was a lie. He was cranky, his back hurt, and overall, felt like the shit he was smelling. His new body, whatever he woke up inside of, was uncomfortable as hell.

Yeah, Sans wasn't expecting to wake up in a human girls body, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, but honestly this was a better situation than what he left off at. Being murdered by Frisk constantly flashed across his mind, reminding him of what he just escaped from. So, being a human girl? He was hella down for that. Better than dying brutally.

It didn't feel much different from being a skeleton. Just as if he was himself, just wearing high heels from his increased height and wearing a wig. Adjusting didn't take too much time. At least, for his body.

Adjusting to his room, though, was.

Cars practically screamed down the street below as he pinched his new fleshy nose, stepping over a literal pile of cat shit as he made his way to the mirror. The new room he awoke inside of was a cramped one room apartment, with a broken window hanging by meer threads to the wall, broken and desolate. It was cramped, small, practically demolished from age and miscare. Papyrus would have had a flip or two if he saw it.

Sans watched a cat, skinny with it's ribcage showing, vomit profusely onto the vanity Sans found himself standing in front of. He gave a soft look of sadness at the creatures state before he dragged his eyes up to look at himself.

And man, was he not looking any better.

His face was skinny, to the bone (literally), skin stretched out with hollowed, almost pitiful eyes. The clothes he wore clung so loosely that his body was more akin to a stick than a humans. This person, whoever owned this body before him, hadn't eaten in days. His hair stuck out in white, unbrushed frills, with black eyes and white pupils staring back at him. Not naturally human. So he did retain his magic.

That's why he picked up the cat and dragged his own skinny ass to the corner of the room, where a lone kitchen sat. if it could be called a kitchen. One single seat sat before an old table, wobbly, and all the few cabinets had was chipped bowls and ramen noodles. Without much choice, he made them using the broken microwave and sat the cat down, feeding her some canned tuna by the door as he looked down at the stacks of papers littered across the small table.

Some of them were bills. Lots of bills. The numbers easily reached hundreds of thousands. Medical insurance. Gambling losses. For a girl that looked like him - er, his body - only with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a more healthier look. Sans ate the crunchy noodles, going for fourths when he realized just how hungry this body truly was. The cat ate just as much, as if they hadn't eaten in days.

The deeper he dug, though, the more Sans saw about this womans terrible life. She was a woman, in her twenties, whose future was destroyed by her Father when he gambled away their house. They lost everything when she was just a teen. When she became an adult, her future wasn't bright because of low grades, and she succumbed to the gambling her Father did after he passed away, leaving behind only debt for his daughter. That only led to more loss. And that loss led to depression. No friends, no family, she started to loss hope. Didn't feed herself. Couldn't even leave bed.

He leaned back in his chair, sucking up the last noodle from his lower lip, and summarized all of the information he had. Girl got a bad Dad. Girl become broke. Girl become woman. Woman graduate. Her life shit. She dies in bed. Then Sans takes over.

But... why was her life this bad? Where were the relief programs? The help from the Government? Apparently she could have been given a 'quirk' loan, something that would have removed all of her debt if she applied her quirk to a Government run facility, like the army, schooling, or some special service, but her 'quirk' wasn't one she could apply. As proven by a series of letters between her and the program itself.

'We are sorry to inform you that your quirk does not qualify you to the Q.L.P, otherwise known as the Quirk Loan Program. While you do have a quirk, a soul one at that, you cannot provide relief or help in any special way that would help. You're quirk allows for a onetime use, a soul transfusion, upon which your soul would be removed from your body and be set to peace. This cannot be placed in any of our several categories to qualify for this program.'

So that was this girls quirk. She had the ability to set her soul into eternal peace. She must have also had the offhand ability of placing a new soul into her body when she did move, which caused Sans' own adrift soul be to forced inside. That was the best explanation he could come up with, and it made enough sense.

A suicide, then. She had given up and used her quirk. A one time move.

Unintentionally, though, she had pawned off all of her debts onto Sans, so that wasn't exactly thrilling. It wasn't something new, Sans himself worked three jobs to pay the bills before, but he kinda thought of this like a fresh start. Now he knew he had to get a job in a new world, as a different person, with people who had things called quirks. Weren't those just magical attacks?

Sans tried to focus on the positive as he found a collar for the cat and slipped it onto her, followed by a leash, and stepped outside of the apartment door. This was a new start, just with some baggage. And Sans did have his own powers, since those were directly connected to his soul, not his body. If the girl simply dragged his soul into her body, then he was the same content, just a different container. That meant he might be able to apply for the loan after all, if he pretended his powers were a quirk.

Compared to the shitstorm of a reset Sans faced before, this was easily much more hope inducing. Sans actually had something to work towards. No risk of all of his hard work being erased.

The only thing that really sucked was that Papyrus wouldn't be here, but he knew Chara themself wouldn't let his bro go unwatched. They always had a soft spot for him, and Sans knew they brought his soul back before anyone else's after Frisk killed him. And it wasn't like Sans got to spend much time with his brother anyway. Papyrus was always killed early.

Sans walked the girls cat, letting the little creature bounce on her paws as they walked down the street. Sans made a mental note of where the apartment - his apartment, since this was his life - was before he left. Tried not to dwell on what this could mean for his future. Because he wasn't Sans the skeleton anymore. He was... Whoever this girl was now.

Sans walked down the street, admiring the sun that eluded him for years as strange looking people passed him. This wasn't so bad. Heck, if Papyrus was here, it'd be almost perfect. Sans could finally be free of the resets.

He spent the first day just doing something he hasn't been able to do in a long time. Enjoying life. He ate French fries and shuffled along pathways, laying below the scenery. Glancing up and realizing this may just be his life now.

Sans could... he knew the resets had to come to an end one day. And he had come to terms with separating from him. Perhaps that's why he easily transferred from one life to another seamlessly. Because he's become so numb to it.

The day was nice. Not great. But nice. When dogs snuck into your house on the daily, you started to grow an appreciation for cats, so Sans didn't mind caring for the girls cat as he went about. Eventually the cat curled upon his lap purring, so he would say that was pretty successful with the day.

In the evening Sans was eating a hot dog, letting ketchup dribble out of his mouth and down his chin. He should get a job soon. He knew he was vulnerable to depression, so it'd be best to get a bounce in his schedule before he gave up like the girl did. And he knew she didn't intend for anyone to replace her, but fuck, that was a lot if debt he'd have to pay off. A good chunk should be gone after he applied for the quirk loan.

Just once he figured out how to.

It shouldn't be too hard. This world was a lot like the one's Papyrus liked to read about, one with super heros. They were deeply ingrained in this society, but Sans had his magic, so he should be fine. Should be.

That was until the attack.

Sans had been walking, the cat idly pawing her way in front, when there had been a scream. Not a good type of scream, either. It was a teenage guys scream, from a nearby alley.

"Uh oh..." Sans took a step back, much like the other civilians did, eyeing the alleyway. Not good. Sans just wanted to wonder around, and there was already an event?

Sure enough, there was. Some big green blob rolled out into the street, holding some poor teenage boy hostage, struggling wildly but unsucessfully escaping. His supposed friends scattered, screaming loudly for a hero as the kid started to spit out fire from his hands in an attempt to free himself. Pretty useless, as if hurt everyone else but the blob.

"It's a super villian!" A nearby person screamed with terror, "Call a hero!"

Another burst of fire spread out. In his panic, Sans shot up his arms, causing a wall of bones to shoot up and protect him and his cat. He ducked down, grabbing the little feline, and jumped back to gain some distance.

This guy wasn't calm in the slightest. Neither of then were. The fire teenager was yelling wildly despite being a hostage, and the blob man was trying to possess the teens powers.

"Ma'am, you need to leave immediately!" A hero had tried to tell Sans, grabbing his arm.

"Don't call me ma'am." He ripped away his arm, immediately pointing to the kid. "Why aren't you guys doing anything?"

"Well, it's a very difficult -"

"It ain't difficult at all! Just fight the guy and save that kid!" Sans held his newly obtained pet closer. "Isn't that your job?"

Undyne would have rushed in and beaten this person to smithereens if given the chance. Yet here this guy was, standing idly by, watching some kid be attacked and not even bother to step in.

"He clearly wants the kid alive because -" Sans paused, rolling back his head with a groan. Sometimes he really hated humans. "Just go help him, not me!"

Maybe Sans should have just taken a nap instead of exploring. This was becoming annoying real quick. He was tired, and didn't want to deal with this.

Not everyone had that opinion, though.

Before Sans or the guy could even react, some kid sprinted out from the crowd, green hair bouncing, and threw his bookbag towards the blob. The two kids started shouting as he tried to release him, but there wasn't much luck to be had.

"Son, what are you doing?" The man had had been talking to Sans quickly turned, outstretching a hand in his panic. "You can't go near that thing!"

The kid wasn't going to make it. Neither teenager was going to.

He needed to do something.

~~~~~~

Boring tapping echoed around the empty street as Sans walked along, his flip flops clapping in tune with his cats paws.

Okay, admittedly not the... uh, best idea earlier. He had run up and grabbed the two kids, using a bone of sheilds to protect them from the blob, then had grabbed the guys soul and threw him back. It was not worth it in the slightest. Not only had the blonde kid tried to bite Sans (and succeeded, by the way) when he grabbed him, some hero appeared not even a second later to defend all three of them. So not only did Sans barely help, waste his powers, and ended up getting bitten from the guys panic, he also had been sat down and sternly lectured with the green haired kid about running in stupidly. And, apparently since Sans didn't have a quirk license, whatever that meant, he had been given a fine of sorts for using his magic in public.

Not a great first day. The rest of it was fine, but were villains a regular occurance? If so, that'd make his life adjusting here a little bit more difficult. He really just wanted to laze around, he might not be able to like before.

Sans paused near an alleyway, turning towards the darkness. "Hey, hotshot, I know yer following me," He said, adjusting the leash in his hands.

"Perceptive," The person who had been following him took a step out of the shadows, then another.

"Guess so," Sans mumbled.

They didn't seem to threatening, but they were following him, so he wanted to keep his guard up. Black hair, weird scarfs, and dark clothing.

"I don't want to waste time, so I'll cut straight to it," He said, fingers cupping his chin. "I saw what you did to the slug."

Slug? Oh, he thought it was just a blob. Whoops.

"I didn't do anything to it, though," Sans said, scratching the side of his head from the embarrassment. Typically he never entered fights, and the one time he decided to ended up not needing him.

"It's not about what you did or did not do, but it's about what you can do." He lazily dragged a hand across his chin, watching Sans with an unreadable expression. "It's about how you did that. I've never seen someone with a quirk who was able to ignore mine."

Uh... okay? Sans glanced to the side. Did he accidentally make this guy offended or something?

"Sorry if I did anything to offend ya, but -"

"No, I was trying to cancel out your quirk. I had been looking at the young fire boy to try and stop his, but you had gotten in the way. Without your quirk being affected by mine. Which means... whatever you did out there, it wasn't a quirk at all, was it?" He pointed a finger out towards Sans.

"'Course not, it was my ma..." Sans trailed off, lips immediately pressing into a line when he remembered there was no such thing as magic here. Shit.

The man narrowed his gaze. Yeah. Sans was in trouble. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't very pleased at the others lack of response.

"Welp," Sans said, picking up the cat he now wanted to keep as his own. "It was nice talking to ya, scarfy. Bye!"

"Wait a minute -"

Before he had a chance to stop him, Sans dove around the corner onto the other street, immediately using his magic to rip himself across time and space and land in front of his apartment. Yeah, he's not dealing with that.

The building itself wasn't much better than the room that was now his. Tall but shabby, filled with poor people who had to settle just to get by. Mostly quirkless, he had noticed, or people with useless quirks, like one who could twist can bottles whenever he got sad. Whatever society Sans had been dragged into, it wasn't perfect, that was for sure.

Arriving at the apartment reminded Sans of how bad it was. This girl must have just been laying in bed for days before she finally called it. If Paps ever visited, he'd freak out. Heh. Good times.

He huffed, covering his nose and shaking his head. He had to clean up something, no matter how lazy he was. So, he picked up a bag, and started cleaning.

~~~~~~

Sans only cleaned the necessary. Not the broken window, not the ruined, creaky bed, only the cat feces and the overflowing litterbox. He also made sure to see how much food he had and make a list for more. Ideally, he should be able to snag three jobs and start working off that debt, along with that 'quirk' loan, and then get a head start on his new life. Heck, if he could apply to some college tests, his background in science would definitely give him a boost.

The knocking had sounded just before Sans was done with breakfast. Pulling up from the table, he outstretched a hand to pet his cats soft fur as he walked by. He decided to keep the cat in this life, she's a sweetie and he's always preferred cats over dogs. Didn't demand as much attention pet wise. Though the dog monsters were always fun to play poker with.

When he opened the door, Sans almost choked on his breath. Because behind it stood the guy from last night, strained eyes staring at Sans. How did he -

"You shouldn't have run when I have access to housing info," He said.

"Oh, so you uh... you can do that, huh?" Sans looked around.

"I'm not here to kill you, don't look so panicked, I just need to talk," He said, pulling out a folder with a picture of a woman and a name printed on the front of it. "And don't disappear again. If you do I'll consider you a criminal and have you on wanted posters."

Oh, great. Just great. Sans' eye twitched, usual smile forcing the corners of his lips higher from stress.

"I don't want to do that, but you ran from me last time, and I need to get a proper understanding of you, especially since I've looked at your file," He said, flipping it open. "Your quirk is registered as a soul passing one, but you displayed a different power altogether yesterday. On top of that, you used a different power on the street last night. Along with your previously mentioned quirk, the sudden changes, and your change in appearance from your drivers license, I could make the guess that you aren't the same soul that inhabited that body before. Am I wrong?"

Silence fell. Sans stared at him quietly, unable to properly voice any sort of statement. What was this? What was this guy planning?

"Did yer know the girl before? Before she used her quirk?" Sans asked.

"No, I did not. I only decided to try and follow you when my own quirk didn't work on you, then decided to pull up your files when you disappeared. This all only makes sense with the womans quirk. She had the ability to remove her soul from her body. That would explain why my powers don't work on you. Because you aren't using quirks, you're using something else. And it also explains why your hair and eyes look different."

This guy was smart. Really smart. When he managed to get the pieces, he connected them together way too fast for Sans' liking.

"Yeah, okay, I fold." Sans held up his hands in surrender. "Name's Sans. I was a skeleton in a different world, but when I was killed I was brought into this one by the girls perk. I can use my magic I had from that world since it's connected to my soul. And now I'm stuck in this body in a world I'm still not fully used to yet." Sans gave a soft smile. "You got me. I'm caught. I got magic and shit that no one else here has from what I can tell."

Sans wasn't one to tell the truth often, but it didn't seem like he had much choice right now. And hey, this was a new life.

"It's quite unlucky for you to get stuck in a body of someone with significant debt," The man mumbled under his breath, before looking up back at Sans. "I have an offer for you."

An offer?

"My name's Shōta Aizawa, I'm known as the pro hero Eraserhead. Your power isn't affected by mine, which means you could be a large threat, or a big help. I can not only help register you to get rid of your debts, but I'll teach you about this world. Before you fall into the wrong hands."

The wrong hands, eh? Sans wasn't stupid, he knew he was strong and how to handle it well.

"What would I have to do?" Sans asked, carefully gazing at him.

"I need you to be an assistant teacher to myself, in eight months from now," He said, outstretching a hand. "Do you accept that offer?"

An assistant teacher?