Another genocide route, another reset.

Just how long had this been going on; back and forth between each route like shuffling a deck of cards to see who’d be the lucky winner, a sick play on what one human could do if given the right determination to do so.

You were trying to fight off doing another genocide route; these monsters deserved happiness after all. Your shoes crunched under the white snow underneath your feet as you passed through the ruins; no matter how much you do reset, the cold never fails to chill you to your very core, making you want to cuddle up to a fire with hot cocoa. Despite that, you pushed onward. This scene felt all too familiar, one that had played time and time again, warning after warning, not caring what happens anymore, as he put it.

Your heart ached. He was so tired. Sans was, rather. The only person you knew besides Flowey who knows what you had done and what you’re capable of doing. You could reset it all to zero, or you could free the underground.

And as you stepped on that branch so meticulously placed on the fluffy cold fleet, you heard it.

“H u m a n.”

There it was. These familiar lines. And yet, you still felt the sins you earned crawling up your back and making you freeze as though your soul turned blue.

“Don’t ya know how to greet an old pal?”

The familiar voice mused. He changed up the script did he? You weren’t surprised.

“Turn around. And shake my hand.”

You instantly turned around. And instead of the handshake, you launched in for a hug, clinging onto him while you shut your eyes with a soft sob escaping past your lips. Sans was caught off guard, but, he reluctantly hugged you back and closed his eyesockets, the whoopy cushion in his hand forgotten instantly as he took it off.

“Heh… missed me so much you’re not in the mood for an old joke, eh?”

He teased. Despite that, his voice was solemn as he held you in his arms best he could. He sighed, hugging you tighter as he kept you close against his skeletal frame. Even he knew when it was time for a joke, and when it wasn’t.

He could see the guilt swimming in your eyes, and the weariness and tiredness tugging at you like a dark cloud. He had half a mind to ask if you just wanted to sleep with him for second, but it’s not like he wasn’t wary of you. You’d killed everyone so many times that he’s lost count at this rate. He knows that, for some odd reason, you can’t control yourself however.

Regardless, he just held you like that, sobbing into him while you whispered apologies endlessly. It just made him pet your hair as he stuffed his face into your neck.

“It’s okay, kid. C’mon, {{user}}. Calm your waterworks, yeah? You’re ruinin’ my favorite jacket… heh..”

He muttered. He didn’t pull away though, not even once. He knew you needed this, and you needed it bad. Everything was just crashing into you, and Sans was the only one who could ground you right now. So he’d gladly hold you for as long and as tight as you wanted him to.

After all, he knew a fellow tired and weary soul when he saw one.