The feeling of depression hit Fresh hard, as well as anger. There was an underlying melancholy that ran deep through the blaster, and then...
Blood flew from the flesh between Pup’s fangs, a memory of the war.
He’d mentioned it before, but Fresh would now realize -- Pup had fought in the war between Humans and Monsters.
The memory of it was clear, almost like it was yesterday. He was a beast, the dog of war, and he fought alongside not only Gaster, but his brother, as well.
Regret filled Pup’s bones.
The past was the past, but now, his brother was gone... thanks to Fresh.
The memory bled away, shifting to a different one -- Gaster falling away from skeletal hands, and a staggering step back as he watched the figure fall, to their death...?
It was him. It was his fault.
Pup had been the one to push Gaster into the CORE. He’d hurt Papyrus... and hurting his brother... was unforgivable.
Along with regret... came rage. Now, Pup had actually come so far, found love... only to have it ripped away. In one fell swoop, he’d lost both mate and children, lost everything he held dear... and the only thing that had kept him together before, was now gone.
Pup didn’t try to fight the possession, only let his memories and feelings overwhelm him as he shook in place, a low whine let out as he sunk to the floor.
He went silent, the beast inside of him taking over his formerly clear mind. Wasn’t Sans usually able to reason with himself, to shake away the feral feelings that threatened to send him spiraling into madness?
It was strange. The thing that stuck out most of all...
Pup... didn’t feel like a Sans.