Not a Hero, Not a Villain (Undertale x My Hero Academia)

Prologue

It was the smell of shit he awoke to. Not bacon, not the usual spaghetti, no, shit. Literal shit. When dogs snuck into your house for bones, you knew that smell, and this was certainly it.

To say Sans was jumping out of bed refreshed was a lie. He was cranky, his back hurt, and overall, felt like the shit he was smelling. His new body, whatever he woke up inside of, was uncomfortable as hell.

Yeah, Sans wasn't expecting to wake up in a human girls body, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, but honestly this was a better situation than what he left off at. Being murdered by Frisk constantly flashed across his mind, reminding him of what he just escaped from. So, being a human girl? He was hella down for that. Better than dying brutally.

It didn't feel much different from being a skeleton. Just as if he was himself, just wearing high heels from his increased height and wearing a wig. Adjusting didn't take too much time. At least, for his body.

Adjusting to his room, though, was.

Cars practically screamed down the street below as he pinched his new fleshy nose, stepping over a literal pile of cat shit as he made his way to the mirror. The new room he awoke inside of was a cramped one room apartment, with a broken window hanging by meer threads to the wall, broken and desolate. It was cramped, small, practically demolished from age and miscare. Papyrus would have had a flip or two if he saw it.

Sans watched a cat, skinny with it's ribcage showing, vomit profusely onto the vanity Sans found himself standing in front of. He gave a soft look of sadness at the creatures state before he dragged his eyes up to look at himself.

And man, was he not looking any better.

His face was skinny, to the bone (literally), skin stretched out with hollowed, almost pitiful eyes. The clothes he wore clung so loosely that his body was more akin to a stick than a humans. This person, whoever owned this body before him, hadn't eaten in days. His hair stuck out in white, unbrushed frills, with black eyes and white pupils staring back at him. Not naturally human. So he did retain his magic.

That's why he picked up the cat and dragged his own skinny ass to the corner of the room, where a lone kitchen sat. if it could be called a kitchen. One single seat sat before an old table, wobbly, and all the few cabinets had was chipped bowls and ramen noodles. Without much choice, he made them using the broken microwave and sat the cat down, feeding her some canned tuna by the door as he looked down at the stacks of papers littered across the small table.

Some of them were bills. Lots of bills. The numbers easily reached hundreds of thousands. Medical insurance. Gambling losses. For a girl that looked like him - er, his body - only with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a more healthier look. Sans ate the crunchy noodles, going for fourths when he realized just how hungry this body truly was. The cat ate just as much, as if they hadn't eaten in days.

The deeper he dug, though, the more Sans saw about this womans terrible life. She was a woman, in her twenties, whose future was destroyed by her Father when he gambled away their house. They lost everything when she was just a teen. When she became an adult, her future wasn't bright because of low grades, and she succumbed to the gambling her Father did after he passed away, leaving behind only debt for his daughter. That only led to more loss. And that loss led to depression. No friends, no family, she started to loss hope. Didn't feed herself. Couldn't even leave bed.

He leaned back in his chair, sucking up the last noodle from his lower lip, and summarized all of the information he had. Girl got a bad Dad. Girl become broke. Girl become woman. Woman graduate. Her life shit. She dies in bed. Then Sans takes over.

But... why was her life this bad? Where were the relief programs? The help from the Government? Apparently she could have been given a 'quirk' loan, something that would have removed all of her debt if she applied her quirk to a Government run facility, like the army, schooling, or some special service, but her 'quirk' wasn't one she could apply. As proven by a series of letters between her and the program itself.