"────i…“
Where could he even begin? In the end, Mettaton was right. This was the end of the world, and once more, Sans had been there to witness everything. He was here to watch everything crumble between his fingertips ─ To watch every last life he clung onto, disappear forever. It was frightening, knowing that in the end, this wasn’t his timeline to save ────
He just had to sit, and do nothing.
Should he die in this timeline, there was no knowing where he would end up. Perhaps his code would be permanently deleted ─ unable to detect the source from which it came from, and thus, he would not belong to any afterlife the Underfell timeline kept for its inhabitants.
But even if death meant something permanent here, he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. He would wait by his friend until the very last second, and then he would disappear back to his own timeline ──── Unable to save Mettaton; unable to save this world.
He had to disappear, knowing he’d lost him.
"───what’s stoppin’ you from following alphys?”
He suddenly asks, sights locked to sweaty palms.
“─why’re you choosing to fight?” Perhaps he didn’t understand.
One time, he’d fought against this child ─ but even then, it was out of a desperation to die.
Did Mettaton feel the same?
“─it’s a lost cause. you won’t be savin’ anybody ─ you won’t be able to last even a───”
Not even one hit. Sans draws quiet again.
“─are… you sure you don’t wanna come back with me?”
[ he wasn’t sure what happened after death, in his universe. there was a part of him that was hoping it was just... rest. finally, he, and the rest of those who had died in this universe, could let down their guards and just... shut their eyes. maybe they didn’t deserve it. for all that they’d done, he could understand if all they were meant for was some version of hell. but was that truly fair, if they’d been forced to live in hell their whole life? ]
[ he’s following sans’ eyes with a pair of his own, lifting the other’s hands with two of his, and kissing his fingertips, eyes sad and unreadable - yellow light seeming almost distant, as if it was shining from a distance, or from the end of a tunnel. ]
[ there’s ... for the first time in what seems like forever, there are things he wants to stay for. there are people he wants to stay for. he would want to see sans get better, or see red and how well he does, or... well. he used to want to stay for frisk. but that’s... no longer feasible. ]
[ shithole or no, it’s his home. ]
: ‘ i’m not even sure i know. why did you fight, when it came down to it? ‘
[ he sighs, shrugging both pairs of shoulders. ]
: ‘ when it comes down to it, sans... even in this universe, terrible or no, there are some people... i want to protect. ‘
[ at that, he gives sans a quiet laugh, gallows humor on his tongue. ]
: ‘ well, they did always tell me i was destined to be a one-hit wonder. ‘
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