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One step at a time. That was all I needed. Just one step at a time.
The dust floating around me scared me; had I really done that? I couldn't have...but I did. I was just as bad as the kid, wasn't I? I killed everyone! I killed the old lady, Undyne, Asgore...I killed..I killed my brother. I killed my own brother.
I killed Papyrus.
Was this what the kid felt when they killed everyone? Why would they have wanted this feeling? This feeling was regret! I felt regret! I shouldn't have killed them! I didn't want to kill them again! Why did I do it in the first place?!
"Sans?" I heard.
I said nothing.
"Sans." I knew this voice. "It really is you."
I stayed silent.
"Sans." I hated this voice. "I'm impressed."
I laughed. Why did I laugh at this? What was funny about this?
"I guess you did protect them." This voice was not imagined.
I started crying as I laughed. I didn't like this.
"Oh, Sans." The voice came closer. "I was wondering when you'd finally do something other than cry over your brother."
I wanted it all to stop.
"I guess you did it, huh? You protected them all! Isn't this great?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Now we can play a game together."
I was still laughing.
"Just me and you." I heard a knife being unsheathed.
I couldn't stop.
"And the game is called..." The voice bent down.
I felt the knife being put in my hand.
"Genocide." The voice sat beside me, with the form of the kid.
I couldn't move.
"Do you want to play with me?" The kid smiled.
I couldn't move.
"I can wait for you." The kid kept smiling. "Take your time."
I felt the thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a second, and every hour I waited for the kid had finally paid off. Was I going to give it all up, and go back to seeing my brother die because of that kid, or was I going to take the chance and finally stop this? If I gave everything up, nothing would change. If I played the game, everything would change. What would I do? I didn't think for too long. I already made my choice.
I laughed harder; it almost hurt.
"Let's play, kid."
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From Murder to Dust
FanfictionIt wasn't as if he didn't care for them. He did. That's why he did it, after all. He couldn't watch them suffer, so he did something about it. Dust Sans story with Nightmare's gang.
