That's it.

Sans was just done with the others. Unable to live in society and being a threat to others around him? That's what his friends told the people over the phone? Seriously? He was considered mentally insane now?

If they wanted to see him insane, he could be f*cking insane. But he wasn't, and he especially wasn't a pedophile.

Did all those years of working multiple jobs to feed Papyrus never show how much he loved him? All those years of resets, trying over and over again, never giving up for what purpose? What was even the point? He should've just layed down in the snow and let Flowey and Frisk do whatever, instead of fighting every reset for the sake of a person who abandoned him.

They had practically dragged him to his room, and he had no choice but to listen to what they said. Apparently, he would be getting treatment for his 'illnesses', and he was supposed to take medications, too. So he did, not bothering to tell the people working there that chemicals don't work on skeletons.

They had taken everything from him, his old clothes, his phone, but Sans had managed to convince them to let him keep the Jack in the Box, but that was it. They said he couldn't wear his old clothes, since they have to make sure he isn't hurting himself further, and he wasn't allowed to have his phone since no one who was placed in there was allowed to have technology. There was phones there to call friends and family, but they were the older, connected to the wall type. There weren't any T.Vs in the place either, only books and magazines to read.

Sans wasn't sure when to wind up the jack in a box, he didn't know when he wanted Laughing Jack to help him escape. He knew once he did, he would be wanted and hunted, since he was considered insane. So he wanted to try to get out of there legally first, but that way wasn't going so well.

There was no getting out of there, they wouldn't let him retest or have a lawyer. The skeleton ended up spending the night there, trying to hold back becoming a wanted man for as long as possible. It was hard to convince the others that they were wrong, because he did claim to adopt in a little girl named Sally when he had no legal documents or other statements to back it up.

So, basically he was screwed.

Sans was sitting in one of the library rooms, holding the jack in a box on his lap. Taking it everywhere he went was the only way to make him feel more comfortable, knowing that he could turn the handle at any moment to see his friend again.

"I heard that you might have some visitors soon," One of the other people there said, sitting down next to him.

In this place, people had roommates assigned to them, and the one he was assigned to was this guy named Tim, Timothy Wright for his full name. He was nice, telling Sans that he had only been there for a few days as well, since he had suicidal thoughts and had admitted himself in. Tim was also impressed by Sans' little box, saying he liked the older design.

"Is there anyway i can just say no visitors or whatever?" Sans asked the brown haired male next to him.

"Doubt it, they won't even let me take a smoking break, so dumb," Tim said, "But I won't be staying here for long, and I don't think you will be, either."

"Oh?" Sans asked him.

It was obvious, this Tim guy knew more than he was letting on. Judging by how he knew Sans' name before Sans had even told him, and how he seemed to know the box was more important than a memory of his home, this Tim knew some things.

"Remember to call his name, Sans," Tim said, "Just remember to do that, and I'll see you again."

"Wait, you know- hey, get back here!"

Tim had stood up and started walking away halfway through his sentence, Sans standing up to try to go after him. But when he tried to, one of the staff walked up to him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Comic Sans, you have some visitors," The man said.

"No thanks," Sans said, "You can just tell them to leave."

"It's a part of your treatment to get help from friends and family," He said, "And they drove a long way to see you."

"Those people aren't my friends or my family," Sans said, "I may be blood related to Papyrus, but he doesn't qualify as family to me."

"Sans, you don't have a choice, it's helpful to be with people you're more used to," He said, "Please don't force us to take you to see them on only your first day here."

"But I don't belong here," Sans told him.

"Do I have to get some of the Doctors and have them help drag you?" He asked Sans.

"... fine, but this isn't going to help my depression," Sans said, picking up the box and following the man out of the room into the hallway.

"They're here to help you, to support you," He said, "You should try to talk to them about how you feel. It does help."

"No thanks," Sans said.

Were these people qualified to even help him? They should be keeping him away from the people who didn't help, not forcing him to interact with them.

But Sans had made his decision, as he walked past a window and saw the sun setting in the distance, it almost entirely dark out. He was done with them, their stupid faces, everything about them. It was known to him that his true friends had some negative feelings towards the old friends, and Sans wanted to tell them all off, just one last time, before he got out of there.

He wasn't going to stay another night, Sans had declared within the confines of his head as he gripped the box in his hands.

And he sure as heck wouldn't deal with their ignorance any longer.

Of course, they were all there. The whole gang had decided to go on a road trip to see the little skeleton they had forgotten for a long time, maybe it was on the way to somewhere more fun they were going to do without him, again. Frisk, Undyne, Papyrus, Alphys, Toriel, the whole gang was there.

The room was the meeting room, where families came in to talk to their relatives and play some games with them. They were all sitting at a table, on one side while there was an empty chair on the other side, presumably for him to sit in.

"Have a seat," The man told Sans.

"Let me guess, if I don't you'll force me to?" Sans asked.

"Yes," The man said.

"This feels more like a prison than a mental hospital," Sans muttered, sitting down in the seat and placing the box in front of him.

To say it wasn't awkward was like saying the sky wasn't blue. The silence was practically deafening, no one wanting to talk first. How exactly could they start off a conversation in this state? 'Hey, I know you guys screwed me over, but how was the drive over? See any cool birds?'

"Why did you guys come here?" Sans demanded, eyeing the box in front of him.

Wait for the right moment, and let Laughing Jack have some fun with them.

Sans wouldn't stop them anymore.

"We... We wanted to see how you've been doing," Papyrus said slowly.

"Has the medicine been helping?" Alphys asked.

"Skeletons aren't affected by chemicals, remember?" Sans said, snapping his gaze at Papyrus, "I didn't think you were that stupid to forget, but judging by how I don't even know you anymore, who knows?"

Papyrus looked down at the table from the insult, not replying. Sans huffed as he leaned back in his seat, looking at all of them with crossed arms.

"What did you think I'd say when you guys visited?" He asked, "Welcome you with open arms? Cry and say how thankful I am that now I'm classified as a pedophile?"

"What?" Toriel asked, "We never did that."

"Oh, please, don't act so innocent," Sans said, "I'm classified as insane, depressed, and as a pedophile. If I ever even get out of here, I'm not going to be allowed near schools or playgrounds. I won't ever be able to settle down and have kids, my one f*cking goal in life is ruined because of you guys thinking I would actually want to get busy with some kids."

"We- we didn't- I-" Alphys stuttered before hiding behind her hands.

"Undyne, comfort your wife, what kind of wife are you?" Sans asked her, "Maybe Alphys will end up getting a divorce with you. I sure hope she does, so you'll both die alone, like I will because i'l be stuck in here forever and won't ever be allowed to have kids because they'll be taken away."

No one bothered to fight back against his words, he was right to be angry. They screwed his entire life over, he could never re-enter society normally again. Or period, since he was deemed too insane in order to function like others. They had even talked about transferring him to a more 'suitable place', an insane asylum in about a couple of months if he wasn't improving. But he wouldn't stick around for that.

"Sans, I-I know you're mad at us for what we did," Papyrus stuttered, "But... But you shouldn't lash out at us for getting you some help. You kidnapped a poor child, Sally wasn't adopted by you. And you hurt yourself! You needed help, I'm worried about you."

"First off, I made these cuts on myself because of you guys," Sans said, pointing at them, "And second, I didn't kidnap anyone. She asked to stay with me because her Uncle hurt her and she couldn't go to the police. I just gave her a place to stay while we figured everything out, there was no kidnapping involved. The fact that you guys would believe I'm a pedophile and that I kidnapped a little girl says a lot more about you all than it does me."

"How come you couldn't go to the police?" Undyne asked, "They're there to help!"

"Her Uncle was the chief, he could blame me for kidnapping her and I'd be, well, here," Sans said, "But now she's all alone and scared, and now he can find her and hurt her again. I hope you guys are happy, what you did. Now she and my friends won't be able to see me for sometime.'

"Your friends?" Frisk asked.

Now.

"Yeah, my real friends, one of them gave me this," Sans said, placing his hands on the box as he started to rotate the old crank on the right side as old, distorted music started to play, while Sans hummed along the lyrics Laughing Jack had told him in his head.

All around the dark carnival,

"Wow, that is creepy," Toriel commented.

Laughing Jack chased a child,

"Like me? I'm assuming that a pedophile that's insane like me is creepy too," Sans said.

The little one thought he was safe...

"Sans, can you stop that? It's... not very pleasant," Papyrus said uneasily.

Pop! Jack went wild!

"No, it makes me feel better," Sans said, "It's the best gift I've ever gotten, to be honest.

He stuffed their faces with many treats,

"How old is that thing?" Undyne asked.

He thought they were just dandy,

"As old as how long you guys ignored me," Sans said.

But then he found out that it....

"We promise, we're never going to do that again," Papyrus told the other.

Was poisoned candy,

"Uh huh," Sans said sarcastically, "Sure."

His work was done for that day,

"No, we're never going to do that again," Toriel added, "We're going to visit you everyday, no excuses."

He claimed a brand new prize,

"You guys don't need to, I won't be here too long anyway," Sans told them, growing close to the end of the tune.

He cackled then so evilly,

"How come?" Papyrus asked.

He loved their demise.

"I'm leaving tonight."

POP!

The inside was empty, no jack in a box popping out from the confines of the box. It took a moment for Laughing Jack to appear, so Sans settled down his hands on either side of the box.

"I like the tune, it's really catchy," Sans said.

"So do I," A voice giggled from right behind him.

Yup, there he was.

It was easy to see when everyone else noticed.

Alphys screamed, along with Toriel, while Papyrus' jaw literally dropped onto his lap. Undyne yelled "WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT?" while Frisk fell backwards out of their chair from surprise. The guy who had been at the door was gone, so Sans wasn't sure if he had run when he saw the clown or he had left earlier.

"Hi Laughing Jack!" Sans said, smiling at him.

"Hi little potato!" Laughing Jack replied, wrapping his long arms around Sans, "I was wondering when you'd call me or Ben!"

"Sans, what, who?" Papyrus stuttered, staring at the two in utter shock after he reattached his jaw to his skull.

"Hey, you know the 'no hurting or killing them' rule I set, that you're only allowed to kick Papyrus and them?" Sans said, gesturing to them.

"Yuparoo, I hate that rule," Laughing Jack said, grinning at them with the glint of pure evil in his eyes.

"Well, I'm discarding that rule now," Sans said, standing up from his chair and pushing it back into the table, "Kill them however you like."

They didn't have any chance to react.

Undyne had barely summoned a spear to throw at him before Laughing Jack was in front of Frisk, the child of the group, which made sense that he was aiming for them first. The tall, monochrome clown grabbed their nose and pulled harshly back, a handful of unwrapped, most likely poisonous candies in his hand.

The poisonous candies looked different than his normal ones. While his normal candy came in a selection of different colors, his less edible ones all were black and white.

"Eat up, you brat!" He cackled, shoving his handful of poisonous candies into the child's move and used his arm to shove them too far down the kids throat to make Frisk unable to cough them back up.

He's seen the clown do worse, judging by how he was literally ripped out a heart from an alive kid, and how many more bodies he had in his little world.

"Frisk!" Toriel screamed, shooting out fireballs at him to try and stop him.

"Sans, help Frisk!" Papyrus yelled at him, grabbing their soul to help pull them away from the clown.

"You are all the same, ignorant idiots," Laughing Jack laughed, turning towards them as their attacks flew through him and didn't even scratch him, "Sans is with me now. After I kill you all we're going to go get the others and all run away together."

"Instead of run, can we walk at a leisurely pace?" Sans asked him, "I'm too lazy to run."

"I can carry you, you're a pretty tiny potato," Laughing Jack said, patting his head.

"You're with that guy?" Undyne asked.

"Sans, come over here, you can't be near him," Alphys said, Toriel crouching down to help up the coughing child.

"Nah, I'm going to chill with my friend," Sans said, "But I think we shouldn't stay here too long, Laughing. The guards might come and we might end up having to do a mass genocide of this place. Sorta like how Frisk did."

"What? Frisk did what? Sans, what's going on?" Toriel demanded.

"Sans, you are crazy!" Undyne yelled.

"I'm crazy because you all made me this way," Sans yelled at them, "If you just had been decent f*cking people, none of this would've happened! And go ahead and ask Frisk about the genocide, they'll love to tell you all about it."

"Come on, my little potato, let's go," Laughing Jack said, picking him up, "I'll kill them another day."

And in a puff of smoke, looking one last time at Papyrus' face, seeing the utter confusion and horror in his face as he processed what was happening before he was standing inside of his living room again.

And you know what?

Sans didn't mind that face.

Gaster had succeeded, after all. He did create a murdering weapon, one of which took his life first. Sans thought if he ever saw that face on Papyrus, he would comfort him, cherish him and make him feel better.

Ha, what a joke.

"Sans!" Everyone yelled when they saw him.

"Hey guys, guess who's a wanted man now?" He asked them, being set down out of the clown arms, "Now we're all wanted, crazy people! Heck yeah!"

"Sans, I was so worried!" Sally sobbed, gripping his body as she cried into his chest.

"Thank god you're alright, after they took your phone I couldn't see what was happening," Ben said.

"Yeah, apparently I'm classified as insane and a pedophile now," Sans said, patting Sally's head, "Does that qualify me for CreepyPasta rank yet? I don't have creepy spaghetti but I'm technically insane and depressed!"

"No, some of us are just murderers," Bloody said, "But now what should we do? No doubt they'll look at your house soon for you, so we can't stay here anymore."

"Great, as soon as I show up, I have to run away again," Smile Dog commented, rolling over on the couch.

"Don't sacrifice yourself like that again," Jack told Sans, hugging him as well from the side.

"Yeah, just let us kill them all," Jeff said, fist bumping him, "But we definitely aren't going to let you become a CreepyPasta. One of us has to remain a bit sane."

"Eh, sure," Sans laughed, "But yeah, we should grab everything we can and leave before the cops get here. I can just buy a new house with a fake identity or whatever, I have a lot of money so it shouldn't be too hard."

"Are you sure you want to go on the run, like us?" Jane asked him.

"I mean, there's no other option now, since they think I'm insane," Sans told her, "We can figure something out. But everyone go pack a bag of your stuff, then we can stop for food real quick after I change my license plate before we figure out where to go."

"You all could come into my world!" Laughing Jack said.

"Maybe, that's always open too," Sans said.

And with that, everyone went to where they kept their items and started packing, Sans having made sure to have enough luggage cases in case anything like this happened. Maybe he knew this wouldn't last forever, but that was fine. He had more than enough money from his job and gold in order to last himself three lifetimes in a life of luxury, he was set and good. And not to mention, he was technically 'on the run' as a kid, running away from the Royal Guard before they could catch him and find out he was an experiment, so he has experience in this field too.

Maybe that dream was right, with the guy inside of it. Maybe he was just good at it.

"Are you sure you're ready for this life?" Smile Dog asked him as Sans folded up his prized telescope and placed it gently into a large duffel bag, "You'll be running from the Police until the moment you die. You'll never be able to make normal friends again."

"I'll be fine, I have all of you, don't I?" Sans asked, placing a large wad of cash after another into the bag (he had been withdrawing money at large rates for if this happened), along with large chunks of gold he didn't even transfer into money yet, "And you all became friends with me anyway."

"You aren't exactly normal material," Smile Dog said.

"Who is?" Sans asked him.

"Where do you plan to go?"

Sans took a glance at the forest through the window, grinning to himself as he spotted a masked man watching him from the distance.

"I think I know someone who can help us," He said.

Soon, everyone was packed up and ready to go, Laughing Jack taking their stuff into his world so they wouldn't have to carry it. They were all in agreement, they would all stick together from here on out.

"You aren't actually thinking of him, aren't you?" Ben asked as Sans turned towards the forest outside of his house.

"He visited me, when I was younger," Sans said, "If he wanted to hurt me, he could have by now."

"Ah, yes, the legendary man with no face," Smile Dog said.

"Is he going to help us?" Sally asked.

"I think he will," Sans said, looking back out as he let go of her hand, "But he'll want me to come alone, judging by the lake incident."

"The lake incident?" Bloody asked the others.

"Basically he took Charlie, Sally's bear, as a 'hostage' and led out Sans alone," Jane explained to the masked male.

"But Charlie is all safe now!" Sally said, hugging the beloved bear close to her chest.

"I'm not going to let you go alone, you could get hurt," Jack told Sans.

"I still have Laughing Jack's box for if anything happens," Sans told the group, "Not to mention I'm a bit of a wicked fighter. I'll be back real quick."

And so, he was off with that, treading through the woods after everyone had said their goodbyes. He could feel the gaze of three people on him, along with the same presence he now found oddly comforting. There was no doubt about it, he was here, nearby.

Watching him.

Sans had long forgotten what not being watched like felt, he was so used to it now he just learned to live with it. But maybe that was a good thing, that they were watching him. They weren't watching him to learn how to kill him, they were waiting, until he was ready, ready to call out the mans name in the woods.

It could explain why he seemed to so easily connect with those other CreepyPasta. He was just like them, as that one dream showed, Papyrus was the only thing holding him back. If that was a good thing or a bad thing was debatable.

But Sans had never felt so happy in his life, so he was actually glad the others were such jerks. He could now find out who he truly was, and what he was meant for in life.

Of course, he had so many questions to ask the blank faced man, but as he stopped in the woods, feeling all of their presences nearby, he wasn't scared. In fact, he was ecstatic.

And so, Sans tilted back his head, and the name came out from his inner soul, although he couldn't remember it, his body and soul did. It was always there, just waiting to be released.

From the start, he wasn't being tortured by the resets, by killing Frisk over and over. No, he was being trained.

"Slenderman!"

Although the tale of his past life has now ended, that doesn't mean the story of Sans itself was over entirely.

Thank you, Papyrus, for setting Sans free.

Now he could finally move into the next story of his life.

《》《》《》

Oh boy, I spent like all day writing this, it took a lot of hot secs to get this done.

But yay, the story is over and now I can start writing the sequel!

A lot of this was intentional from the start. I wanted Sans to have met Slenderman in the underground the entire time, along with why he so easily connected with the others was because he could become one too, he just didn't want to take the final step. I also intended to end it on chapter 25, before things got way out of control and there ended up being like 80 chapters and 100 different CreepyPasta for me to manage. So now, there's going to be a sequel!

Thanks for sticking with me on this adventure, wow, I didn't think I would get this far and still be interesting in the story. I don't know when the next story will be out, but you'll know when you see it. (And this is exactly 100 pages on google docs, I am very proud of that).

Anyway, if you wanna draw fanart for this, that is always welcome (I freaking love fanart you have no idea), so if you guys wanna draw some while I work on setting up the sequel that'd be a pretty great schedule. It shouldn't take too long to get the next story, I just want to set up a couple of chapters before I publish it out, and make sure I have the cover drawn for that too. I don't plan on any third books, because I have a good plan for how I want to end the second one.

But I hope you enjoyed the finale of this book, and have a fantastic day! Thank you for sticking through towards the end, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoyed the story! Now I'm going to go because I've been typing all day and my hands are actually dead.

(Also this is like 4000 words and I'm sorry I love you all but I am not proof reading that, but I stayed vigilant for any name mistakes so I think I'm alright)