Ripple!
The sound of running water from the sink echoed in my ears. I had just woken up, and had headed to the bathroom to wash up.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, and headed downstairs, my brother, Papyrus, greeted me. "Ah, good morning, Sans!" His voice came out of the kitchen.
"Oh… good morning, Papyrus" My voice came out in a low tone. I hadn't managed to sleep well. The strange dream I had made me unable to sleep well, and now I felt like I got hit by a train from all this exhaustion.
To not worry him, I straightened myself up and headed to him, curious about what he was making. From all the sounds of metal banging against each other, it didn't sound like it was some simple recipe.
He was wearing a white apron with "THE COOLEST GREATEST DUDE EVER" written on it with a bright orange color lettering. It had a baseball theme on it. He was also wearing a comically tall white toque blanche.
"What are you making there, bro?"
"I'm practicing cooking a recipe that Undyne gave me. She said if I could learn how to make this, it could make my cooking skills even better than they already are!" My brother laughed proudly to himself.
I chuckled, and smiled slightly. He always somehow manages to make me get into a good mood. "Wow bro, sounds like a lotta work. Ey, give me a piece once you're done alright? I wanna see how good my little bro has gotten at cooking."
My brother started cooking lessons recently. Maybe if I give him some motivation to do good, he can finally start making something edible.
Though I'll have to start thinking about an excuse to avoid eating it.
"Of course! I'll make sure to reserve a plate of it for you once I'm finished." My brother grinned widely at me.
I stepped out of the kitchen, intending to head to Grillby's, as I still had some time before my shift at the sentry post.
"Heading out now? Are you going to Grillby's?"
"Yep, I'm going to good ol' Grillby's"
Papyrus sighed. "Sans, can you please pay your tab in that case? Grillby came here recently to tell me, so I can tell you, that it's almost time to pay for it."
I chuckled. "Of course bro, I'll do it right away"
Click!
After Sans stepped out of the house, Papyrus wondered about what happened to Sans.
Strange… He looks exhausted. But he never has a bad night of sleep. Did he have a nightmare?
Papyrus sighed. "Hah… Thinking about this too much won't bring any good, I should try talking to him about it later. Though, he will probably avoid talking about it, like he always does."
My brother, why do you have to make me worry about you so much…
***
Crunch!
Crunch!
The snow made a crunching sound as I walked.
Snowdin, the name of the small town I lived in. It snowed here all year long, like a city in an eternal winter. Thankfully, it wasn't a blizzard-type of winter. Snowy softly fell from the sky, like the gentle touch of a mother. No one really knew why it snowed here, but no one really cared.
Even if it wasn't heavy snowy, the city was definitely still cold, and only monsters with thick fur, or those that could completely ignore it, managed to live here.
As I headed to Grillby's, I felt a constant sense of deja vu. It was as if I had already done this before. This had begun ever since I woke up, ever since I had that strange, strange dream.
"Good morning, Sans!" One of the citizens greeted me.
"Good morning." I headed in his direction.
"Whatcha doing there?"
Him, and a yellow monster kid wearing a striped shirt, were gathered around a tall pine tree, placing presents under it, since it had become a common tradition here.
"Placing more presents under the tree for that monster that got tormented, as usual. Though it has become more a custom now than something to make that guy feel better. I still have no idea who that "Santa" guy is, though."
I walked through the town, occasionally greeting some folks I knew, who greeted me too. Sometimes, I had small talk with them. But it was kept short, as I still had a place to go.
The feeling of deja vu just kept growing. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, like I had just been punched in the guts. My head began to hurt, like the start of a migraine.
What… is happening?
"Urgh!"
I fell down onto my knees, clutching my head. The pain had become worse. It felt like a thousand hammers were slamming into my head from all sides. If I could sweat, my jacket would be completely soaked by now.
As the pain got progressively worse, I could only clutch my head tighter, as if it would help in lessening it. Worried citizens approached me.
"Sans, are you alright? Should we take you to the hospital?"
I couldn't hear them. The pain only managed to get worse, and I couldn't focus on anything. My breath had gotten heavy.
Suddenly, the pain increased a thousand-fold, and hundreds and hundreds of years of a foreign memory entered my head, all at once.
"A-Argh!" I screamed loudly, louder than I ever had managed to in my life.
I had finally remembered. The reason why I had felt a sense of deja vu. Why I had such a strange dream.
It wasn't a dream at all.
The memories of the woman whose soul I have absorbed, it finally came to me. And with it, so did her.
"Finally! Why did it take so long for me to come here?"
As she looked down, she noticed the situation I was in, a look of shock and worry on her face.
"Oh my god! Sans, are you alright?" She tried to touch my back, but her hand passed right through.
"Hah.. Hah.. Hah.." I tried to catch my breath. My head still hurt, but the pain lessened. But something had replaced it.
Hate. That person… He had killed everyone repeatedly. Like an insane person that never knew to stop what they were doing, that never got bored of doing something over and over again.
Hate, hate towards that person. But mainly… hate against myself. I had witnessed countless times myself, letting my brother get killed, my friends getting killed. And I had done nothing, nothing to ever help them. Waiting until the last moments, when almost everyone had been killed off, stepped on by that person like ants, to finally do something.
How could I not hate myself for being so useless?
I was weak, yes. But so were the other monsters, and they still tried to stop the human.
I gritted my teeth, almost crushing it and shattering them to pieces under the strength of my bite.
I had to do something. I had all of her memories now. I can take this to my advantage. I won't just be a depressed, nihilistic person, waiting until the last moments to finally make a move.
I slowly got up, and finally took a look around. People had gathered around me, giving me worried looks.
The one next to me, who had asked if I was okay, put a hand on my shoulder.
"Sans? Are you okay? I think you should go to the hospital. Come on, I'll take you there" He told me, worry laced in his voice.
Twitch!
My body twitched at the sudden contact. I'm not someone who hates being touched, but now, this was a special case. I was in a state of high alert, and any touch made me enter fight or flight.
I-I can't attack someone innocent. Keep yourself in control, he's only someone worried about you.
I slowly calmed myself down, trying to keep myself at bay. My mind wasn't in a good state. Hundreds of years of memories of someone killing people you loved would drive anyone near the breaking point.
"I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"Are you sure…? You don't look good, Sans."
"No, really. I'm fine."
He sighed. "Fine. But please, if you continue feeling pain, go see the doctor. It's not good to just wait it out."
I forced myself to smile slightly. Small bursts of pain were still going in waves through my head, and I had to hold myself from groaning. "Of course, I'll head straight to the doc if I feel sick again."
The crowd around me slowly started to walk away, although they were still giving me worried stares as they did so, but said nothing, and I had finally obtained some space.
"Sans." A woman floated in front me. She was a girl, about 14 years old, with short hair, a striped green and light yellow shirt, brown pants and shoes. But her most unique detail… was the fact that she was transparent, just like a ghost.
***
Swish!
I swung my knife forward, hitting another monster. As it turned to dust, I contemplated to myself about the weirdness of this situation.
Seriously, who dies to a Toy Knife? It's not even the real deal, it's made of plastic. That just shows how inferior these things are to humans. Just a bit of strength, and they died in one hit.
Of course, that wasn't the reason for his contemplation.
I still can't get used to this new body of mine. Did I have to be so unlucky to get into a little kid's body? I'm a grown man for fucks sake.
The kid wore a blue and purple striped shirt, and had short brown hair. His body was covered in dust, and he wielded a short toy knife that was about the size of an adult's hand.
Hmmm, I should be halfway there to that house.
Growl!
And I'm starting to get hungry. Let's see if I can find some of that spider bakery. If not, I can just eat some of that candy to appease my stomach until I get to that old lady's house.
The kid hummed a tune as he continued walking, continuing his path of slaughter.
These Whimsums are so annoying. Their constant crying is really irritating to watch. They should just be like the Froggits, as emotionless looking as them.
He swung his knife once again, instantly killing the Moldsmall in front of him.
Urgh, this dust is irritating, having to constantly clean myself from it and then getting dirty again after… Really, that just proves how these things deserve to be slaughtered like the animals they are.
The kid continued walking forward, killing every monster in his path, until he finally reached the house he was heading to.
"Finally here, I managed to get here faster this time, I finally broke my last record."
I started stretching my arms, and cracked my neck, warming myself up to end things quickly and head to Snowdin.
"Let's see if I can break my record of killing her fast. Hope she hasn't changed the location of her jacket, going to Snowdin without something to protect me from the cold is annoying, although not unbearable. But I'd rather not deal with that."
"Dear, I'm home!"
The kid had entered Toriel's house.