The still air of the barrier.

A comforting noise for the ears, the rumbling and the ambience of progress. To start anew? Hardly. To gain the power needed to cut the loop. All the screams?

Deaf to ears.

Sans leaned against the cases—each of them containing a colorful human soul. The humming of the souls that she had nearby her tainted body were soothing white noise to her, nothing more than mere noise for her to sleep, wake, and die to. Die?

No, that’s for another time. Her time isn’t coming, yet.

Her gloved hands pushed her body off of the area, walking forward, allowing her feet to guide her fleshy coil of a female body away from the Barrier, deciding to allow her eyes to wander around the reality of it all one more time. How many times did she do this kinda thing?

A concerning thought for a clever, yet very unstable mind of hers to even consider, as if walking itself is a chore to her own existence. And it can be, in a way.

The faint lingering red crosses floated nearby her, the corpses of dead monsters—yet illusions to reality, were going to go with her, no matter where she walked. No matter what she said, did, or heard. They’re her toys, her puppets.

It made her a god.

…fuck, it’s as stupid as it sounds, and “god” is a terrible title for her. She proffered “psycho”, or “freak”. It’s how she came to be, massacring all she cared for because of them—the child who tampered with her once lively world.

It’s what she now lives for.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Sans spoke, her expression rather calm for a calculated yet sinister psychopath who forsook her humanity, her sense of self. “Open yourself to me, show me what lingers in the air.”

The crosses reply with a buzz, flickering red and white and floating like an angel’s own halo, the voices distorted and a mess—yet very, very clear to Sans’ head. Sans’ long, white coat, hiding a black sweater, black pants and mere brown shoes—the outfit not a casual psycho would wear, had blown freely against the wind. If it even came, anyway.

“A lost soul?” Sans asked, her eyes corrupting for a mere second—yet returned to normal, keeping her insanity in check for a while longer. “Must’ve missed one. A shame.”

Her body moved further, cracking her own neck to ease tension—as she glanced around the areas she wandered: the throne room, Judgement Hall, New Home…ah, empty spaces yet once lingered with life. Life she took. “Where must you be…oh, where are you?”

It was only a matter of time.