No one's POV
The blood, the dust, the tears, the screams.
The genocide route.
It haunted her, even now.
In her dreams.
In her head.
Screaming, crying, the voices in her head.
They all
told her
to die.
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Sans x Depressed Frisk: REGRETS
FanfictionThe genocide runs. The dust and blood that covered her hands, her soul. It was taking away her determination, and filling her with REGRET.
