Sapphire Judge (Undertale x BNHA Crossover)

Chapter One: Sapphire Eyes and Crescent Smiles

// Story Warning: This story is NOT an original idea! This story is INSPIRED by, but will NOT be a carbon copy of this fanfiction right here >> . This story, sadly, has not been updated in about 9 months. So, I am taking inspiration from it, and making my own spin-off based off of it. Once again, the original idea is not mine. If the creator is still around, feel free to go and give them kudos for their amazing work. My beginning chapter is going to be loosely based on their first chapter, but I am going to be mixing it up a lot. Further along in the story though, I promise that it will be vastly different, if it is not vastly different in this chapter already.//

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For Sans, or 'Sandra' for a formal name, the robots were an easy task, despite her laziness and basic nonchalant attitude toward most of the stuff around her. It was not as if she did not care about what was going on, she just didn't really mind most of it. All of it was common, or felt like it had happened once-upon-a-reset. At least once before, no matter how it had been executed.

She had been transported from her own universe, after the player had done something awry... and her friends, her family, were all left behind. Her soul still hurt. Her home, and everyone she knew was gone. EVERYTHING was gone.

To her, it felt as if that life she had lived, all the lives she had lived, had turned into a failure. Her friends were not coming back, the kid was not coming back, nor was Chara.

The only relief was that the PLAYER was not there. There were no PLAYERS. Everything was just... normal. Is this even what 'normal' would be? People running around with superpowers? Shockingly enough, she could still grab peoples 'Souls', it just manifested in a different way than souls in her original home had.

Her being a girl was also something that was very, very new. However, she also was not going to complain. For a human-ish female, Sans didn't look half bad. She was of a short, but still fair height. Her skin was as pale as bleached ashes, and nails rested permanently painted a jet black color. Her hair was soft, and white, with a light blue blush visible in it, if one looked hard enough for it. Her overall build was fit, though she could argue that parts of her will still plump. This however, just made her figure look more 'full' than chubby.

Her eyes whites were also a deep black, white iris's and a light gray pupil made up where her 'pinpricks' would have been. Sans had a small button-like nose, and almost-always tired expression scribbled all over her face. The light bags under her eyes were the main implication of this though.

She had now been in this world for 4 or so years. She missed everyone so much, and still constantly suffered from night terrors. The only thing she has on her anymore from her own world was Papyrus's scarf, Asgore's Staff, one of Toriel's favorite porcelain plates, a frozen-in-time spear of Undyne's, Alphys's Glasses, and several other peoples favorite objects.

Having stuff that her friends had actually loved was the only real thing keeping her sane. The only thing she would ever SOMEWHAT thank the entity for that had done this to her. That had taken her away from her home, and the continual resets.

She had been taken from the bane of her existence, and the pain of her life. However, in the process, she had lost the reasons she lived, and the only ones who ever made her feel valid in her universe. Victory, or what it might have been called, has been so utterly bittersweet and cruel to her. It needn't matter which way she had turned.

Either way, that did not change the life she chose. This new life of hers was somewhat a second chance. She could be as she was, and still do her best to save others. She could become a hero. She could protect new lives, and save those who do not have the ability to try over. For those who would perish forever, with no certainty of a second chance. A third, fourth... thousandth chance.