YOUR POV
You kept running. Maybe you can find a way out. Sans kept killing everyone. You went insane.
My soul went into a ping. Dust already found you.
You kept tears. It holds up back in your eyes. Sans was in front of you.
He grinned madly. "Hello love. Keep still ok? It will be quick."
You kept shaking. This isn't the Sans you knew.
"Your not Sans..." you said. His eye sockets widen and he laughed.
"He'd never kill anyone. Never would kill anyone he'd love." You said as you looked at him.
"I have to do it because of the hu-
You cut him off. That was enough of what he was doing. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind.
"But aren't you like them if your doing the same! Killing everyone just like she did! You keep saying it's different and it's the humans fault your doing this. But the human never forced you to even do anything! It's YOU!" You said defending Frisk.
You know Frisk was a cruel murderer. But you know they'd never force Sans into his route.
"WHY DEFEND THAT HEARTLESS MURDERER YOU DIED Y/N! A million TIMES!"
You sheethed your knife. "I will fight you. I can't let you do this to any innocent monster you come across! I-Its not right!"
sans looked amused and shocked.
"So you're going to kill me?" He said as he kept his grin.
"If you give me a reason. Yeah I will. I can't afford not to care anymore." You spoke as Sans held the sharpest bone he can summon.
"Then let's begin the fight."
You kept dodging. Kept striking but he kept dodging back.
You lost. He was stronger then you.
"Guess that's it then." You said shrugging.
Your other eye was half lidded. "Hey... least I put the effort into trying? Right? You're never gonna care. Not even the slightest. You vile monster." You said smiling slightly as you could.
His eyesockets were dark. He didn't say anything.
Your soul appeared and it shattered. Finally you were with the monsters once more.
Toriel was there. Undyne was there. Paps was there. You thought that all of us will return since there will be a reset.
You of course would remember. You woke up in golden flowers. With Frisk.
Here we go again.
A/N
Might make a part 2