Restart Malfunction - HoneyMustard

Prologue - Anomaly

Notes:
- 425 words


Setting: Underfell
Trigger Warning(s):  Death, Thoughts relating to depression
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Routine.
That's what keeps people sane and active.
Routine keeps people going.
Monsters aren't so different. No one truly is.

A set time for set things - it's the only thing that keeps monsters fighting for freedom. It gives them hope. It gives them L.O.V.E. It keeps them strong.
However, there were once certain monsters who needed more than that. Routines did nothing to aid their sanity nor hope. It was a rare occurrence to meet such a monster and let them live for so long. It was hard to find them recently, but that was only because he tended to stay in the shadows of the mountain. 

Everyone knew who he was, and where to find him - but never when he was there. Monsters became predictable - their times became tracked. 
No one was 'safe'.
No one but him.
The one whos routines changed, the one with an unreadable timetable.
It was his unpredictability that has kept him alive for so long. That, and the fear that surrounded him. The rumours that travelled through the mountain of 'The bodyguard and his brother' left monster kind in fear. Those who met with them on a bad day were shown to have never returned alive. 

One in voluntary service to the king, the other restrained by the darkness resonating within his own skull. It was 'kill or be killed' and he had lost the ability to try and argue against it. He used to try, he would use any other method necessary to not bring harm to another. He would spend hours trying to convince the other monsters around him that they would live in harmony again - just as they once had. But no one listened. No matter how much he called for help, no one came. No one ever would.
It only took him 13 resets to learn that he was alone. 
He couldn't help but sigh, he couldn't help but try and change his actions - but he never succeeded. Others found him crazy. He spoke of everything repeating, how everyone had lived their lives already, and how their lives were already planned ahead, with nothing they could do to change it, and how they had already died countless times.
It only took him 4 resets to learn that no one remembered.
No matter what he would say and no matter what he would do - it made no difference. 
He remembered what happened. He remembered dying.


But Sans had lost the ability to care about anything, a long, long time ago.