**Hello! Thanks so much for reading! This is my first story and I plan to add more, maybe turn it into a multi-chapter deal. Please give all the feedback! Tell me if it sucks or if you just love it. Lemme know what to fix. Thanks again and enjoy the story 3 **

*one more thing- this is set after multiple resets and genocide runs. Sans is the only one to remember anything across resets.

Sans had watched his brother, his friends, hell even himself die too many times. This time he would make sure the kid didn't make it past the gate. He was not going to let this… this monster anywhere near Snowdin or any of his friends. He stood outside the doors to the ruins, waiting. He knew what was coming and he was ready. His eye was glowing blue with anger, the small flame-like reaction flickering violently in the wind. He wasted no time. Once the doors slowly creaked open and he caught a glimpse of the kid he grabbed them with his blue magic, hoisting them into the air. The kid screamed and thrashed about, trying to break out of something intangible. "I've got a bone to pick with you, kid." Sans nearly growled and slammed the kid against the doors to the underground, stepping closer as he spoke. "You won't go anywhere near them ever again. Not Papyrus, not Undyne, none of them. You can RESET but I'll be here every time waiting. Just like you were. You dirty brother killer."

Sans was ready to crush the kid when something fell onto the snow. He looked up and saw the kid… crying? The kid was crying. This was new. Sans lowered them a little, a bit skeptical. He was so caught up in his rage he didn't even notice the kid crying out. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me I didn't do anything!" They yelled, looking down at Sans with true terror in their eyes. Sans met their gaze for a moment too long and the doors to the underground were flung open, the magic fading and both Sans and the kid falling back in the snow. Toriel stood in the door, a purple flame hovering above one clawed paw.

"Skeleton! What have you done to my child?!" She rushed over to the kid, the flame fading as she knelt next to them, wiping away their tears. This didn't make sense. The kid killed Toriel every time. Every time they shared a last joke with neither of them knowing. Every time the kid had emerged, knife bloody, ready to kill again. This time she was alive. She was hugging the kid as they clutched her fur and her dress, sobbing messily. Sans sat up and rubbed at his head. "heh. guess i was a bit of a numb-skull there. thought the kid was going on some killing spree." He sighed. He didn't trust this kid as far as he could throw them. And now Toriel didn't trust him. He looked back over at her and the kid and wondered if they were ok. If this really wasn't the same human kid that killed him and all his friends, he didn't want to hurt them. He got up and brushed himself off, walking over to Tori and the kid.

"they alright? i didn't mean to hurt them."

"You stay away from my child. I knew it was a bad idea to let them go out here. They thought all monsters were kind and could be spoken to instead of fighting. They meant no harm to you or anyone else. They're only a child."

Toriel turned back to the kid, holding them gently in her arms. They were still crying, pretty obviously in pain. Sans shook his head, must've gotten a bit rough with his magic. He honestly felt bad and wanted to apologize but knew Tori didn't want him there. He turned and started back towards the house, hoping Papyrus was home waiting for him.