Slashing down the skeleton, he expected it, he knew he was too predictable. Sans collapsed on the ground, sitting in the same position he did hundreds of genocides ago. Sans looked down at his chest again, for the hundredth or something time. He said something.

"huh, look at that. i can tell by the look in your eyes that this isn't too familiar, you still got me. how could you of all "things" understand this? wanna know why i've just given up? why i've become "lazy"? huff there's just no point. no matter what, hopes and dreams will always shatter and fall back to zero. monsters like us seem to be there only to bend to your will as if you're some sort of god. they're either there to act as side characters on your oh-so magnificent journey... or they're just there to die. doesn't that get under your skin in any way? our suffering for your pleasure? god. when will there ever be a good ending?"

...

Silence struck as Sans closed his eyes, awaiting for his inevitable death. Until..?! Sans, somehow, someway, still has less than a fraction of his HP left. Not wasting the chance, he swore to bring you to hell.

"heh. guess i have another shot at you, huh? there's no point in giving up at this point. and i can't screw this last chance i've been given. no matter what it takes... i'll bring you to justice. i'll show you killing you isn't impossible. and i will make you suffer what we felt. so, kiddo, get ready... because this is gonna be your LAST CORRIDOR.(haha funny roblock game reference)"

So, it seems that Sans still has bit of HP left. What a wonder. Guess it's another chance to have FUN. =)

BATTLE, START!