Catastrophe
The small amount of happiness in your relationship was short lived. Somewhere, deep down in your soul, you knew it wasn’t going to last. All you hoped for was for you to be able to grasp onto the tiny ray of happiness for just a little longer.
As the days got longer, so did the breaks between you and Sans seeing each other. AS the weather got warmer, so did your heated debates with the skeleton. As the snow melted and wasted away, so did the hope of your relationship with Sans.
Winter changed into spring, but the cold still had it’s grasp on your heart. Whenever days got really bad, you would think back to the Valentine’s date, how happy it was, How it was your last chance of fixing everything. Whatever you did though, wasn’t enough.
With how tense you and Sans had gotten, you almost hate being in his presence now. It was much more preferred for you to be at work, or with Blake, even though they would sometimes bring up the sore subject of the skeleton.
You stopped hanging around with your monster friends in general, worried they’d have Sans with them. It was back to you being mostly alone again.
The door shut quietly behind you as you entered your apartment. You had just finished a shift, and now it was time to relax. Smiling at the accumulating pots of flowers, you slid into the kitchen, pulling out a box of mac and cheese to start making. Even with all the bad things happening, you still could enjoy the cheesy pasta.
While waiting for the water to boil, you glanced over to the flowers growing. In addition to the lilies, you had roses, black-eyed susans, tulips, even buttercups. Courtesy of Asgore. You still had the echo flowers Sans had given you, you cherished them deeply. They were something you could never give up. They were even moved to your room, the low fluorescent glow soothing to gaze at.
You shook yourself out of your thoughts, checking on the now boiling water. As you started stirring the noodles, you easily fell back into the train of thoughts. Until a buzz interrupted you. Your phone on the counter gathered your attention after. Abandoning the noodles for a few seconds, you picked up your phone to check it Your chest tightened when you saw Sans’ contact as the new message. It was probably nothing, you hoped. With some hesitation, you opened the message.
Sans
*i think we should have a chat
Oh no, it was the ‘we need to talk’ message. Your heart sunk as you typed out a reply.
You
-Alright, when?
You set your phone down on the counter, going back to the noodles. By the time he replied again, your dinner was done and served, you were sitting down and eating them.
Sans
*how bout this time tomorrow, your place?
*you dont work then, right?
You
-I’ll be home then I can do that
Sans
*cool
*see you then
You sighed, letting the phone clatter on the table. The day was long, and you were just plain tired. Too tired to deal with this at the moment. You decided you just wanted to sleep, and climbed into your bed soon after.
The whole day you tried to ignore the pressure in your chest. Everything was going to be fine. Nothing bad was going to happen. By the time Sans finally knocked on the door later in the day, you worried that you were going to implode from anxiety.
“hey,” he said once you opened the door.
“Hi,” you squeaked, stepping to the side and closing the door behind him after he stepped in, “w-want anything to drink?”
“‘m fine,” grunting, the skeleton flopped onto your couch, resting his slippered feet on the table. He turned his head to look at you expectantly. Eye-lights demanding you to join him. Nodding nervously, you moved to site next to him.
“S-so, what did you want to talk about?”
He gave you a look, “y’know, about this, our relationship.”
“R-right,” you stiffened, hands tightening in your lap.
“we haven’t really took the chance to learn about each other, y’know?”
“I...I guess?”
“you opened up on that date about your past, but that’s as far as you got. after that, you haven’t brought it up since.”
“I mean, I-I still said something about it. It’s better than nothing, you shrunk in on yourself. It felt like you were a child being scolded. “It’s just, hard to talk about.”
Sans scoffed, “hard to talk about, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” you avoided his piercing glare.
“and i bet watching the people you love die over and over again is something so much easier to talk about,” Sans spat out, malice dripping from his voice.
“I…I, uh…”
“you think you had it hard?” he was standing now, glaring down at you, “why don’t you go ahead and live my past and decide!”
“I think about that all the time!” you joined, staring the skeleton down, “I know I don’t have a horrible life, it was actually pretty decent! Yet here I am! Here I am anyways!”
Sans was silent, though he was still fuming, that was no different. He was just forming his reply.
“you can’t understand how this feels,” he said numbly, “knowing that one day, without any warning,” his tone growing harsh with every word, “that it could all reset,” his left eye was starting to glow blue and yellow, and his gaze was far off as if he wasn’t really there.
“”Reset’? Wh-what are you talking about, Sans?” you weren't sure if you wanted to comfort him or take a few steps away. That glow was never a good sign.
“They could just restart if they wanted to,” he chuckled grimly, clutching at his skull, “and what it’s them who comes back, and i have to suffer, over, and over again.”
“Sa-”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Sans screamed the moment you took a step toward him. You didn’t get very far after that. A warm feeling seeped from your stomach, with something stopping you. Looking down, you were met with a pure white bone jutting out of the ground. It burrowed into your stomach, your red blood tainting the glimmering surface.
Your eyelids felt heavy, everything felt heavy. The bone disintegrated underneath you, but you never hit the ground. Something had caught you and picked you up, but your vision was darkening too fast, and your mind clogging up too much to comprehend what was going on.
The last thing you really remembered was someone shouting and lots of blue.