FIRETALE

an AU created by Licorice and co-created by Jade Hyena.

Input, ideas and just all round good person: Akumokagetsu

Please read his AU: "Do You Believe That Everyone Can Be A Good

Person?"

Sans found himself staring down at the broken body of the girl...how many times had he killed her? He had lost track after twenty-six...and yet the brat showed no signs of slowing down.

No matter how horribly he maimed and brutalized her, she didn't slow down, she didn't stop...she just kept coming!

She appeared to be taking longer to return this time, giving Sans time to catch his breath before the next inevitable confrontation with that red-eyed beast of a child. Though even as Sans leaned against a pillar, the room seemed to darken, shadows coalescing on the ceiling and then dripping down like some kind of sludge.

From it a broken skeletal face emerged and a pair of hands with holes in their center, one of the few monsters to escape the rampage of the demon child.

"Sans..." his father...the man lost to time, yet in spite of that, the Man Who Speaks in Hands continued to try to guide his youngest.

Sans was certain he was the only one who remembered that the former Royal Scientist even existed, though there was enough evidence scattered around the underground to raise suspicion, yet nobody ever seemed to take notice.

He was lost to time, not scrubbed from it.

"Sans...this isn't working...but I may have an idea..." at Sans curious look the scientist gestured, "A True Reset. If you send everything back...you will have a second chance. But all the pain and trauma of what has transpired has to go...somewhere." His eyes fell upon Frisk, upon their broken and bloody body impaled by bones; limp on the ground with a knife still clutched in one hand, dust covering their clothes.

"Are...you interested, my son?"

"...it will bring back papyrus..." he muttered, his hands twitching with so much pent-up power. "Do it, I don't care what it does. I just want him back." Sans said, looking down at the...it again.

"...alright..."

Perhaps Sans should have thought this out, perhaps he should have considered this a bit better, perhaps he should have let reason dictate action, instead of emotion.

But he didn't. He was too emotionally compromised, too angry too...

Desperate.

The short skeleton felt it yanking...tugging and all the pain just seemed to...

"SAAAAANS!" called Papyrus, "PICK UP YOUR SOCK!"

Sans was on the couch and he could hear Papyrus upstairs

He sat there for a moment, looking around the house. It felt off, almost alien to him. He reached up and rubbed his face, a shaky smile on his face. Papyrus was back, it was all ok. But he felt like parts of him were missing, just like each time before.

"STOP BEING SUCH A LAZYBONES!" Papyrus complained, stomping down the stairs and heading into the kitchen.

Never before had Sans felt so damned happy to be scolded for his laziness, never had he thought he'd be so happy to be in their small house, still stuck underground as the snow fell outside the window.

The small skeleton had to restrain his glee, knowing that if he disrupted the timeline by acting odd, it could be...bad.

"Ya, okay Paps" he smiled a genuine smile at his brother's retreating and grumbling back.

And so...the day continued.

Eventually, the pair left with Papyrus marching off to recalibrate his puzzles, and Sans staying near the door and waited, watching the door and waiting for it to open, leaning against a tree.

He knew that the anomaly would show up soon...very soon...give it an hour at most.

Except...

Except they didn't.

One hour dragged into two...then three.

Eventually, Papyrus showed up, lamenting the lack of human presence, but certain that tomorrow would hold a new opportunity..and so the pair returned to their home.

Sans was confused, not upset but...confused. Where was The Freak?

Nothing...just a quiet day in Snowdin, completely devoid of humans, or demons disguising themselves as humans.

The next day, he rapped on the door, and the lady behind it gave new knock knock jokes...and never asked him to care for a human that may come through the door. She seemed as jovial as ever, and he felt himself starting to get cautiously optimistic.

It almost seemed perfect.

Almost.

Grillby's was closed.

Sans stood outside of it, frowning. He was staring at the closed sign and felt something wrong inside his bones. "...He better be alive..." Sans muttered.

Peeking in the window he saw nothing, except the occasional emerald flare or burst of orange, but they were gone too fast.

That put his fears to rest, yet there was a sense of uneasiness that Sans couldn't shake a strange worry that gnawed at his bones.

It was a full week and a half before the light in Grillby's window lit up, and things seemed to go back to normal, yet Sans was on edge and uncertain. So, he headed to the bar to get some answers.

Grillby was...weirdly evasive as Sans entered in, he nodded to the skeleton, but...there was distrust hanging over the fire elemental, as he watched people come and go from the bar.

"Hey Grillbz," the skeleton smiled at his oldest friend, though it was...strained, as he sat at his usual place.

Grillby gave sans a suspicious one over, one that Sans didn't appreciate and confirmed to the short skeleton that something was going on, something that he couldn't see.

"Aw come on Grillbz, don't recognize your best customer?" he smirked, "Come on...you haven't closed so long to forget me, have you?"

Grillby frowned and crossed his arms.

"What do you want Sans? Ketchup and fries again?"

The tone of the fire elemental put Sans on edge immediately.

"...sure, and some answers would be nice too"

Unfortunately...Grillby chose to ignore that, and as the night wore on, Sans was getting no closer to why Grillby chose to close for such a period.

Yet he didn't seem hurt or scared...just nervous...anxious, and Fuku wasn't offering Sans any insight either, just bussing tables as normal until some time in the early evening, when she headed upstairs, probably to do homework.

Sans was getting annoyed, and he would find himself staring at Grillby. He was clinching his hands into fists and getting rather annoyed. He pushed his plate away and looked back towards the wall trying to calm down but didn't know why he was so mad.

Maybe because Grillby was supposed to be his friend, but he wasn't telling him something. Many people liked Sans, but Grillby was marked down as a true friend. One that Sans talked to, he knew that once or twice he had cracked about the timelines and Grillby was there for him. So to have his friend not show him the same respect upset him. He guessed this had something to do with Frisk...no...IT. He had to, he just felt it in his broken soul.

He frowned and pushed away from the bar, standing up. He didn't even spare a glance to his would be friend and shoved his hands into his jacket moving towards the door.

Grillby hesitated then called for Sans.

"Can...you help me?"

Sans turned feeling apprehension and relief...and a bit of annoyance as he regarded the nervous fire elemental.

A new emotion he had never seen on the normally stoic and professional barkeeper.

"I...I found something...I need your help."

Sans stopped and stood there for a moment before looking at him tensely. Should he say he knew, should he even agree to help. he had to make sure the little freak didn't do anything to his friend.

"Sure...You know I will. You could always come to me...you know..." Sans said, looking away at the last part. He was still a little salty about Grillby hiding it from him. He walked back towards the bar and kept his eye averted. Ok...he was a LOT salty about Grillby keeping it from him.

"I...just follow"

The bar was empty as they headed upstairs, and Grillby gestured to his friend; "I couldn't let others see this, it's...well..."

the apartment was nice enough, comfy...fireproof, and naturally rather small, due to necessity.

Moving down the hall to a door with a nameplate reading: "Fuku" on it, Grillby opened the door to reveal a bedroom, and in it Sans found his worst fears confirmed. It was...oh dear. It was the damned freak, resting in Fuku's lap, wrapped in blankets.

"Dad..." Fuku said softly, "She was having nightmares...crying"

Sans looked down at Frisk and couldn't help the frown that flashed across his face. "So this is where you showed up..." He hissed, not meaning to say it out loud. But he was talking to himself mostly.

He sighed and reached up rubbing his face, but his left eye never left Frisks body. He was conflicted once again, Frisk hadn't done anything...that he knew of. So he would just have to wait till she started killing again...like he always did. Killing her wouldn't do anything, as he knew...

"You've seen her before?" Fuku said in surprise, "Then...then you know how to take care of her?"

Sans winced and looked at Fuku blankly for a moment. He looked over at Grillby and stared for a moment.

"...I know her, and yeah...I know how to take care of her." He said the last part rather annoyed and shifted to walk back and forth by the door. He was running things over inside his head, he had to think. He rubbed his face again and sighed.

"...Damn it..." He muttered. He thought long and hard before looking back at Grillby. "Where did you find her?" Sans asked.

"Fuku found her in a puddle of mud, all cut up and her leg was broken. Poor thing..." whispered Grillby, "We brought her back...I'm going to keep her here."

"Poor thing hahahhaha" Sans started to laugh to himself and covered his hand over his face. His laugh sounded rather crazy and he pushed his head into the door frame trying to calm down.

"Yes...Poor Frisk...Poor Frisk indeed. Just broken legs huh? Hmmm, thats all you got from that?" Sans said to himself, sounding rather crazy. He looked back and Frisk, a frown on his face.

"You want to keep her...fine. But you should know, those nightmares will have ME in them." Sans growled moving back and forth again. He was so mad, how dare they feel bad for her. She had killed...paps...everyone. He kept walking back and forth trying to calm down. It wasn't their fault, they didn't remember. He was the only one that remembered...well him and IT.

He sent her another glare and looked away trying to stop his hands from shaking.

"...Don't let her by the kitchen, Don't give her anything that can hurt you. Don't...Just don't trust her...please don't trust her..." Sans begged, sounding broken then. He couldn't do this again...he couldn't watch them all die again.

He turned and headed towards the door clutching his chest, trying to calm down. He felt a panic attack coming, he had those now. Sometimes waking up at his post sweating and looking around for red eyes.

Fuku was scowling and she hugged the little human tightly while Grillby looked...disturbed.

"...Sans, follow me. Now"

For a fire elemental, Grillby's voice was absolutely arctic, Sans could almost feel ice forming on his bones, was he missing something? No...No he couldn't, he couldn't trust that murderous monstrous...

In the back room, Grillby revealed heavy iron manacles, the locks melted off, and a torn ragged potato sack.

"I found her in this" Grillby stated harshly, "Her body was...well...I couldn't show Fuku, and now I hear that my best friend has far more insight than I wanted him to. So Sans...buddy...you better start talking"

Sans looked up at Grillby in a rather blank way. He could see how angry he was, but he wasn't scared of Grillby. He was scared of him hating him, but he would forget hating him. He needed to focus, this was important...to Grillby at least.

Sans looked at the sack, and shackles trying not to look amused.

"Hmm...I know a lot of things Grillby...I even knew what you wanted to tell me before we walked into that room. I had a feeling the second I saw the shop closed that IT was involved. You don't remember anything...no one ever remembers. But if you did...you wouldn't be helping IT out I can tell you that." Sans retorted his voice just as icy. "

You can be mad at me...hell you can lose all respect for me for all I care. But that THING isn't a child...I have seen what it does...I...have seen..." Sans felt his hands shaking and reached up covering his left eye. He could almost smell the dust...almost feel it on his hands as he lifted Papyrus's scarf up out of the snow. He could almost hear the screams echoing through out the cave. He shifted away from Grillby and tried to come back to the now. He was breathing hard and leaned against the wall.

"...Its not what it seems...you don't understand what its done..." Sans whispered. He couldn't explain it to him, he wouldn't believe him. Its not like he hadn't tried before...had he? Had he told them all before? He couldn't remember, he had been through so many time lines. He swallowed and looked up at Grillby before looking away.

"You wouldn't believe me...you wouldn't understand...I don't know about how she ended up in those things. But the last time I saw her...I..." He couldn't tell his friend that. That the last time he had seen her she had been bleeding out at his feet, with his bones pointing through her small body. He couldn't tell his friend that he killed that child over and over again...not a child IT! It wasn't a child! It was a beast!

"...this was a mistake" Grillby decided, "You...i'm sorry my friend" Grillby relaxed, "I didn't know how this would upset you."

Grillby's eyes were unreadable, but yet understanding and kind...god it reminded him so much of Papyrus, so ready and eager to believe that anyone could be good, so trusting and...

And Warm.

Pure.

"I'll do my best to care for Frisk...and, again my friend...thank you for your warnings. You can go now"

"No...I already knew you had her." Sans said, looking up at him blankly. Such kindness in him...Sans didn't deserve him as a friend...he didn't deserve Papyrus either. He looked away and sighed softly. "I am glad that you told me though, at least you are warned...though it wont matter...it will start all over again...and I will...have to do what I need to do again." Sans said, the last part mostly to himself. He turned and started out the door, not wanting to talk about this any more. "When she starts going after everyone...find me. I will be around most likely. I am always around..." Sans muttered darkly. He felt his hands twitching, and he clenched them into fists.

Grillby could only just nod, uncertain what his friend had seen.

That night, Sans dreamed...he dreamed of violence, of blood and dust, he dreamed of their screams of pain, he dreamed of his brother's open arms before the beast had sliced him open, he dreamed of horror and torture and pain.

And blood...so much blood, splattered messily over gold.

The next day Grillby was in high spirits, though he looked a bit tired, but still no sign of Frisk among the monster population, nor any stories of monster's being dusted. Papyrus was put out that he had not had a human come by to test his puzzles, at least not yet.

But as Papyrus was off fiddling and calibrating his puzzles, Sans felt a...a presence. One he knew well..

"Sans" whispered Gaster

Sans back stiffened up and he looked around. He was tired, he couldn't hide that. He swallowed and waited for bad news. "...D-Dad...um..Gaster..." He corrected. He didn't know what he wanted him to call him. He looked around again and rubbed his skull sighing. He was so tired, and he knew close to losing it. He had avoided Grillby's, not wanting to look at his friend in the eye. He was sure Frisk screamed out in fear of him at night. He knew that Grillby would look at him a different way. He had eaten nothing but Ketchup and random things that he got at the hotdog stand. Some days he didn't eat at all, he was going to lose it.

"You are...bothered" Gaster responded softly, "How...can I help?"

Gaster had indeed set up this timeline, this reset...a 'true reset' he had called it, but Sans was starting to realize he may have made this decision with limited information and an abundance of emotion.

Everything was changing, in small subtle ways, yet enough small changes could throw this timeline dramatically off course. But then again,w as that so bad? A different outcome, a different throw of the dice.

But with that came unpredictability and uncertainty...

Grillby had the freak, and the beastly little devil wasn't acting...normal either. Something was off.

Sans rubbed his face and sighed. "I-I don't know D-Dad...I guess I have seen so much...that its messing with me. I am just...on edge, waiting for something else to happen. Thank you...for all of this, I'm not trying to be ungrateful I swear it." Sans said.

"Some...advice."

The man who spoke with hands signed, "What point is having...a reset, if you do not...live?"

What he meant was, what point was there in resetting if he didn't let anythinc change, if he simply lived as he had before?

"Brother?"

Gaster faded,

"Are you alright, Brother?" Papyrus inquired, "You haven't been to grillby's in a little while"

Sans sat there for a moment, taking in his dad's point. He begrudgingly agreed with him; he wasn't really living at the moment. Only going through the motions. He looked up at papyrus and gave him a shaky smile. "Hey bro, and...yeah I'm fine. Just...not been feeling my best lately. He said, shifting to stand up.

"That's terrible!" Papyrus lamented, "Perhaps The Great Papyrus should take you back home, give you some get-better spaghetti and we can watch Mettaton's movies!"

The thought of the spaghetti would have made his skin crawl...if he had any. " u-ugh...maybe later bro...i think I will swing by and see Grillby. I haven't seen him and all..."Sans said quickly.

"Alright! I'll go with you! I've heard that there is a human there and if there is, I want to capture them!"

Sans back instantly stiffened up and he looked at papyrus blankly. "Oh?" He asked In a soft voice. Why did papyrus know about Frisk?

"YES!" Papyrus crowed, "They're near Grillby's! Let's go brother!"

And with that the boisterous skeleton seized his elder brother by the arm and dragged him off towards the bar

Sans felt like he should be reluctant, but he let himself be pulled. He started to walk along, not wanting to be dragged in the snow.

it didn't take them all that long to arrive at Grillby's, and the good news was it still hadn't burned down.

Entering he found it rowdier than usual, with Fuku flitting between tables and handing out orders.

"mmmm...I don't see...AH!" Papyrus pointed triumphantly as The Anomoly rounded the corner.

She was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt with an apron on and two trays of food in her arms.

She walked to the first table and deposited down some burgers, fries and a few drinks, a bottle of ketchup and some napkins, then hurried along to the next table where Doggo was waiting.

He got his order of hot dogs, a drink and fries, and a slice of cake.

She then reached into her apron...and removed a knife.

And placed it on the plate with the fork.

"Good job kid"

Doggo rubbed her hair and she beamed before scampering off back to the kitchen.

Sans could only stare in disbelief. She was serving them?! Sans eyes flicked towards the bar, looking for Grillby, he was insane. No...they didn't remember...its not their fault. Sans felt sick and without knowing it took a step back towards the door.

"SAANS!" gasped Papyrus, "A TINY HUMAN...AND IT'S SO CUTE! I'M GOING TO CATCH IT!"

Papyrus was going to stay and try to 'catch' the anomaly.

"pap...dont..." Sans begged, his voice shaky. He was staring up at his brother, and could almost see the red line across his neck. He winced and reached a shaky hand up to cover his left eye.

"...im...not so hungry...any more." Sans muttered, turning towards the door and reaching for the handle. He couldn't stand this, he tried to do as dad said and move on. But it's hard to move on when everyone around you is dead...no. they are alive, but he kept seeing their last moments over and over.

the bar had grown quiet, as a very small hand touched his sleeve.

"...Sans"

her voice sounded...fragile, small...so different from the hall.

Sans stiffened up, no...they wouldn't have the balls. He turned his head and looked down at her, his eyes wide.

there she was...small, scared...

God she was so scared, looking up at the devil himself, her every nightmare incarnate.

Yet...yet she was asking him to stay...because Grillby was his friend.

Her left hand held his coat sleeve...her right a bottle of ketchup

He could only stare, stare right at the thing he had killed over and over. His eyes moved to the bottle, then back to her. He could feel a laugh in the back of his throat, a broken one but still. With out a thought he reached out and took the bottle, giving the kid his normal smile.

"...thanks kiddo...i didn't think Grillby would let kids pass out the hard stuff." He said, his voice teasing. But his eyes were locked on her every move.

"...D...Grillby said...y-youd like it"

She sounded even smaller, even more fragile...

She was scared of him...absolutely bone terrified.

"I...I want to be good..."

her words confused Papyrus who was smart enough to realize that these two were sharing a very different and important conversations, yet he wanted to be a part of it.

"Well The Great Papyrus thinks you're wonderful!"

Guilt flashed across her face, crushing, bleeding guilt

"What a cutting complement " sans said, his face showing annoyance. He twisted the top off of the ketchup and winked at the kid, letting his left eye stay opened.

"You want to be good now huh...well. I can't do anything either way, we both know I only interfere at the end. Who am I to judge till then." He said, he was enjoying her fear...what was wrong with him.

He shifted, pulling his arm away and headed towards the bar. His smile was back on his face and he chuckled. "Hey Grillby, looks like you are the HOT topic in town now." Sans joked

"Sans, that was awful even for you!" scolded Fuku while Grillby just rolled his eyes, and asked what his best friend wanted

Frisk was a bit worn out from that confrontation...yet stayed, bussing tables and bringing Sans more refills of ketchup while Fuku fielded questions about Frisk for Papyrus.

"no, she's not very talkative. She's selectively mute. We're not sure why though, Dad suggested she work down here to try and help her get over it. She's actually doing not that terrible," Fuku's voice was gushing with pride, the way Sans had when Papyrus had achieved something or vice versa.

"You're the first monster she didn't try to speak to with sign language, that's a great improvement! Dad and I are both very proud of her, she's a very good girl."

A look crossed his face, but he said nothing. The glowing white of his eyes were following Frisk around when she came into his vision. He knew Grillby and Fuku were watching him, he wasn't stupid. They knew more then they would tell, they knew about him now he was sure.

He ordered fries at one point, he needed to actually eat food. He was leaning on his hand and staring at his left bony hand blankly. If he stared long enough... He could see dust and blood. He winced and clenched his hand into a fist, making the memory vanish.

Frisk delivered the fries and a fresh bottle of ketchup...and a large glass of water.

"Mr. Grillby says you need to drink water too, or you'll get hanged up" she explained quietly.

Fuku laughed.

"She means 'hung over'."

Sans looked down at her and smirked.

"Thanks" he responded, he would humor them; he didn't mind. Sans grabbed the water and took a sip, his eyes still locked and burning on Frisk.

Frisk stared into his demonic blue eye, her own gentle blues looking back, before a hand touched her shoulder.

She screamed and jumped, hands to her chest.

the bar was quiet again.

Grillby knelt and gently cupped her cheek, her tears splashing against his flames.

"Okay firefly," he said in his soft bass rumble, "I think you've done enough. I'm very proud of you...you go upstairs with your sister...alright?"

Frisk wiped her tears from her eyes fwith the sleeve of her shirt and gave the fire elemental a nod.

Fuku took frisk and they quietly went upstairs.

The mood of the bar had been shattered

Sans took another sip of his water and leaned on his hand again. He guessed he was in trouble now, damn. He picked up a fry and stared at it blankly for a moment. "Sister? So you are adopting her?" Sans asked, he knew Grillby was listening.

The bar was already emptying, so Grillby didn't answer, not at first. Not until the bar was mostly empty and only Ppayrus and Sans were listening with intent

"...Frisk...Frisk knows some things" he poured a juice for Papyrus to drink,

"Things that kids shouldn't know..."

the way he spoke bellied a heat, an anger that Sans hadn't heard before

Sans smiled, and his eyes flicked over to Grillby. "I know this, we have already talked about this. I told you not to let her get close to the kitchen...and there she is. Passing out knifes. Like it's nothing at all.. " sans said, his face going blank then. He looked over at papyrus and winced looking away.

"...she has a brand Sans...a brand on her shoulder, the kind you put on animals"

Papyrus looked at his glass, listening intently.

"she has...markings and...god" he put his forehead in his hand.

"She tried to give me a blowjob sans, to repay me for giving her food and a bed. She tried to have sex with me. SHE'S EIGHT! HOW DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT THAT!?"

Papyrus' glass shattered between his fingers causing Sans to jump and Grillby to shoot a glance at the taller skeleton, who took several slow breaths to try and calm himself and began to extract pieces of glass from his bones.

"...Sorry Mister Grillby" Papyrus words lacked his normal boistorous glee, and instead were soft and...even quiet.

Grillby waved it off and glanced back to the smaller skeleton.

Sans was staring at Grillby shocked, and speechless. He sat for a moment, his mind racing before something clicked.

Reset...

"...no..." Sans whispered.

He looked away and his eyes started to flick around as his brain kicked back on.

"...a true reset...so a new timeline...then...she didn't fall and come out of the door...no..."

his hands moved onto the counter and he started marking invisible numbers and his mouth started to move with no words.

"...NO! REALLY!?" He screamed and pushed away from the counter. He started to pace and rub his face. "That's not how it works...why would it change so much." He said sounding afraid.

"Sans...what are you talking about?" Grillby demanded, frowning at his oldest friend, trying to make sense of his words.

Sans felt himself having a panic attack. He did that to her...he had set her on a path for her to be...r...ra...He couldn't even think it. "No...I did this...but I had to..." He was breathing so hard and he moved leaning against the wall and held his head. His mind was racing with possibility and time lines. He shifted and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "A true reset did this...how...how did it change so much...She was supposed to come out of the ruins." he whispered.

"Sans...?" Grillby moved towards his friend, a frown growing on his face "SANS!"

grillby grabbed the skeleton and shook him, eyes hard

"You did NOT do this...her father did" the fire elemental scolded, "This is NOT your fault!"

"IT IS! You don't understand! No one understands! NO ONE EVER REMEMBERS!" Sans yelled back, jerking his hands away. He was breathing hard and looked up at Grillby shaking.

"I did the reset...no...you don't understand...:" He stood up and rubbed his face, starting to laugh.

"But I had to didn't I...or everyone...w-wouldn't be here..." He whispered.

"...SANS!" Grillby shook him, hard, trying to be conscious of his friend's...fragility. Both physical and more recently; psychological.

"Did you...do it to her? Did you take her up to the surface and sell her and do...that to her? no, of course not! You are many things Sans Skeleton but a child molester? No. YOU DID NOT DO THIS SANS!"

"sans"

Papyrus voice cut through like a knife, and they saw the skeleton at the stairs, "...I'm going to read them a story...maybe you should come with...you know the story of The Fluffy Bunny better than me"

The instant Papyrus spoke Sans snapped back into place and he smiled at his brother.

"...S-Sure...I'll...be up in a minute bro, let me finish talking to my friend Grillby first." Sans said, almost like nothing happened. He waited for a second before his eyes flicked back up to Grillby and he stared at him, hard.

"I didn't touch her...but the things I did to her would make you see me differently...You might even hate me. But you don't remember. I think I have told you before...Hell I can't even remember we have done this so many times. Maybe one day if things actually keep going forward I will explain it to you again. Then you can hate me properly with context. But I will say this...and I will say it again. I did what I HAD to...or else I would be standing here alone." Sans ranted, his voice dark. He sat a moment and really realized that maybe Grillby didn't know him either. He had been lying to everyone for so long, that he really had no right to be mad at his friend for not telling him something.

Sans didn't tell him anything about himself. They all thought he was just a big happy smiling skeleton. Not a...beast that killed kids. Not a beast that got them...r-raped. He shifted away from his friend, not able to look at him now. would Grillby even want to be his friend when he found out. Would Papyrus ever forgive him if he found out. No one knew what he could do...only her. And her little body riddled with jagged bones and burning from his Gaster Blasters flashed into his mind. All the blood slowly creeping towards him on the floor. Only for it to start all over again...

End of Chapter 1