Welp, only 4 chapters. I said 5. Sorru.

Man, things have just been getting harder and harder. I know I've said that before, but it seems like it is done and it will get better and then I get hit in the face with a steaming ball of shit.

:I

Good news, the sequel will be out soon! Very soon :3

Sans was…

Confused.

On one hand, he was… sad.

On the other, he was angry.

Why was he sad?!

That dick abused him for half of his life!

But…

Sans slammed the door open to the house.

He had no idea what he would do.

He was frustrated and overwhelmed beyond belief.

Sans plopped down on the couch, facing the back as he curled up in a ball.

When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the shaking of the Core.

Gaster's dying face was burned into his eyes.

"Sans! Where's daddy? He 'omised he play w'dt me!"

Sans snarled.

Great.

No.

Nono.

He could not deal with the brat right now.

Or ever.

I can't take care of him.

I won't.

Sans sat up.

Papyrus looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

He never got the point.

"We're going. Come on." Sans shot off the couch and stomped back towards the door.

You let him die, he died cause of you.

But he deserved to die!

He tried to change.

People never change.

That means you'll never change, either.

Bad dog!

Sans whimpered softly at the turmoil going on in his soul and opened the door.

"Wha' we going?" Papyrus asked, jumping excitedly.

The idiot couldn't see this wasn't a happy matter?

"Away." Sans lead the way, not even bothering to get the kid a coat. Papyrus followed without hesitation.

The snow was falling and the sky was getting darker. The white blanket glittered with a beauty he could never admire. A breeze shook the spruce trees and caused some snow to fall from their needles, like flour from a sack.

Papyrus struggled to keep up with Sans's brisk, panicked stride.

"Are we gon' sleep over at Dads lab? I've always wan' go to lab!" Papyrus jumped up beside him and did a little twirl.

"No. Shut up." Sans snarled.

"Then where we goin'?"

Sans froze.

"Finding you a new home."

Abandoning you.

How sick.

All you can do is hurt, you bad bad dog!

You're just what he used to be.

Sans shuddered, gripping his arm tightly.

"New home?" Papyrus tilted his head. "But won' daddy be sad?"

Sans bared his teeth, but for some reason Papyrus wasn't frightened.

Daft child.

"No! He isn't coming home!"

Papyrus's brow furrowed and his mouth turned.

"Wha? Why isn't daddy coming home? Are we moving? Shouldn't we get our toys?"

"You're moving." Sans started stinking through the snow again, huffing when his foot got stuck. The snow was crunchy and hard, and it burned his bare bone.

"Where to?" Papyrus swung his arms back and forth, though he looked a little nervous now.

"Away." Sans snapped back.

Papyrus's ignorance was driving him up the wall.

Sans pulled himself out of the snow and shook his shoe off.

The little skeleton blinked, and Sans noted he was shivering slightly. He was only wearing a light shirt.

"Are you goin' with me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Just shut up!"

"But I want you to go with me! I won't know anybody to play with and Daddy is busy lots!"

"You don't get it, do you?" Sans sighed. "Gaster isn't coming home. Ever. He's gone."

"…gone?"

"G. O. N. E. And now you will be gone from my life too." Sans turned.

He was surprised to find his soul wolf standing in his path. It blocked the way, eyes hard.

What the fuck this thing want? Move. Sans growled.

The wolf must have heard his thoughts, because it shook its head.

"…He's on vacation! I'm going on vacation too! Yay!" Papyrus did a jump. Then, he put his hands together.

"I feel bad you aren't goin' on vacation… I'll make you a card!"

Sans shook his head and took a step to try to get the wolf to move.

Nothing.

The wolf glared at him.

Stop judging me, mutt.

"…Sans? Is everyone ok?"

Did the brat really just ask that?

"No! Nothing's okay? When has it ever been? Oh, wait, you wouldn't know cause you had it easy all this time!" Sans spun around, barely containing his anger.

"He loved you! He changed for you! Everyone liked you. They weren't ever scared of you like they are of me. You haven't hurt people, you haven't done the things I've done. You're so god damn ignorant, why can't you just smarten up for once?!"

Papyrus backed away a little at Sans's raise in voice.

"B-but… daddy loves you too, right? That's what daddy's are supposed to do! Y-you may be a bully s-sometimes, but I believe you can d-do better! I believe everyone can!"

"He was your dad. Not mine." Sans was panting. His eyes burned. Why?

Why did he feel sad about this?

Sans ground his teeth together as his chest convulsed.

Why…

It hurt.

He just wanted…

He felt so alone.

He always felt so alone. He always felt so dangerous. Like a blade.

He's cut anything he came in contact with.

Gaster tried. He tried to embrace him…

And died because of it.

Sans took a faltering step back.

When did he ever help people? He knew what was right and what was wrong. Why did he always seem to be on the left, where nothing was right?

And now to the right, there was nothing left.

He had nothing anymore.

He was nothing but a defective dog, who would end up in a kennel until he was put down because all he ever did was snap at people. That dog may have a kind heart. All dogs are born pure, only seeking love and affection. But he had emotions he couldn't handle, was put in the wrong circumstances. And now…

He was nothing now but a beast with fangs.

Sans gripped his sweatshirt so hard the threads weakened under his fingers.

You killed Dogeressa, you killed him.

Nothing can ever love you.

Everything's your fault!

Why can't you just control yourself?! Is it that hard?

Why can't I just be put down already?!

The pain was clogging his throat, strangling the life out of him.

He couldn't stop…

It wouldn't stop.

Sans swallowed, feeling his body quiver.

The tears gathering in his eyes were overflowing. They felt hot.

Just like the blood.

Sans breathed irregularly, sobs crushing his ribs.

Just as he was about to collapse, he felt something grab his leg.

"Awwww, don' cry, don' cry! Do you have a boo-boo? It'll get better, I promise! I'll make it better!" Papyrus looked up at him.

Sans couldn't look away. He felt his nose run.

"D-does it l-look like I-I'm hurt?" He forced from his tight throat.

"Yes! Boo-boo's can be on feelings too! Daddy said they hurt very much and they make monsters act funny, not like themselves. You have a feeling boo-boo! I don' think there is a band-aid for feelings though. Hmmm…" the little skeleton scratched his chin.

"Oh! I know! You shall get a feel better kiss from me until we get home! Then I'll figure something out!"

Sans watched numbly as the little skeleton pressed his mouth against his knee of all places and then started skipping back towards home.

Then he stopped and turned, looking disappointed.

"Oh… I forgot I'm gon' go on vacation… are you sure you can't come?"

Sans blinked, feeling the tears still roll down his cheek bones.

Something was ripping in his chest.

This child…

He was about to throw this child into an orphanage.

This pure, innocent child. Who, despite even admitting Sans was a bully, gave him. A fucking. Get better kiss.

He…

Sans looked down.

He was too tired to deal with this.

He'd find a home for this skeleton another day.

He had nothing left in his life anyways. What would a month of dealing with this thing as he made better arrangements hurt?

Sans started walking home, feeling the most tired he had ever felt.

"Huh?"

"Were going home." Sans muttered.

How could I?

The reason I am the way I am is partially because I wasn't shown love when I needed it.

How could I go do that to someone else?

I really am messed up, aren't I?

Sans saw his soul wolf walk round, eyeing him.

This time with approval.

Then, it faded into a bunch of shimmery mist, like it was never there.

"Goin' home? But won't daddy be lonely on vacation."

Sans rubbed his skull.

He still thinks…

Whatever. I'll go with it.

"Naw. He's got his co-workers."

"Oh, alright. At least now I can make your feeling boo-boo better! Nyeh!" The tiny skeleton sprinted back to the house and jumped inside, getting snow all over the carpet.

Sans sighed.

Oh well.

He was tired.

Sans went back to the couch, not even bothering to climb back up the stairs, and laid down just as he had when he first came back.

He never realized that the two people he though he hated were actually keeping him alive all this time.

Sans closed his eyes, crying silently.

He still hated Gaster. So why… why was he still crying?

After a moment, something was shoved onto his side.

" please leave me alone." Sans tried not to sound as aggressive as he usually did. The result felt… odd. Did he always sound like an asshole?

"I got you Ruff! He wants you to feel better!"

Huh?

Sans turned, his arm going up in the air.

It was his old stuffed dog.

He remembered Doggo helping him sew it back together, how he had stopped carrying it after that incident but still slept with it every night. Even to this day.

It was… kind of embarrassing.

Sans blinked and took the stuffed animal into his hands.

It's button eyes stared back at him lifelessly.

Papyrus giggled with glee.

"I'll make you food tomorrow to help you get better! Maybe… spaghetti? With meatballs! That will be your boo-boo food!"

Sans felt something… weird.

Warmth.

In his chest.

He started for a second, wondering if something was wrong.

It wasn't a feeling he was used to feeling…

It tried to bring a smile to his mouth. The corners twitched, and he struggled to keep them down.

"We should get you more doggy toys! You like doggies, right?"

Sans looked up.

This kid…

You know what?

He was starting fresh.

If Gaster was dead, his old self could be too.

And this little dog…

Was evident he was clinging to the past.

Sans looked at it one last time before holding the plus out to the smaller skeleton.

"Huh? You don't want him?" Papyrus tilted his head.

Sans couldn't keep the stupid warm, fuzzy smile off his mouth. Smiling felt guilty to him, somehow.

"Naw. I'm too old for 'em. I think he wants to sleep with you from now on."

"Nyeh heheh… alright! You can sleep with me from now on, Ruff!" Papyrus grabbed the little dog a little too roughly and swung it around happily.

Sans felt a twinge in his gut.

Playing with it like that, he'd break it in no time.

But…

Sans closed his eyes, pushing away the tears.

He wouldn't cry in front of Papyrus.

From now on, he'd be happy for him. Even if he wasn't. He had shown too much emotion prior to this point, too much anger and malice. He didn't want to force that energy on someone else and make another beast in the world.

Look who's shoes you're in now, Sans. Just like him.

Ironic Sans was starting to understand Gaster the night of his death.

Speaking of…

Sans's mouth turned to a frown.

How would he pay for food? Bills? School?

Welp.

He didn't like school anyways.

He was almost done with it anyways, so dropping out wouldn't hurt.

Sans sighed.

Life wasn't fun.

"…Sans?"

Sans looked up at his name, pushing away his annoyance.

No. None of that.

Papyrus blinked at him.

"…can… you read me a bed time story?"

Bed time story?

Are you serious?

Sans opened his mouth to issue a hearty "no", but…

Those eyes…

Sans felt that warm, fuzzy…thing… again.

He sighed tiredly.

"Fine, ya little brat. A fast one."

SQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

PAPYRUS IS LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE THING TO EXIST ON THIS PLANET.

HE CAN CURE ANYTHING.

EVEN CANCER.

I WANT ONE.

I want A Sans too. So snappy, but so edgy -v-

We are a-done!

You know what that means…

Stalk HT for an update on the sequel!

It will be out soon…

I also have something else special in the works :

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~fin~