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Sans shot up in his bed, a strangled scream stuck in his throat and tears streaking his cheekbones. Gruesome bloody images flashed in his head and he let out a sob, burying his face in his hands, desparately wanting to kick them out of his head.

Tori...Undyne...Alphys...Pap...he failed them. Again. He failed to save them and was forced to watch them die all over again. And it was all because of that kid.

Anger washed over Sans and with a growl he punched the wall in frustration. Damn it! Damn that fucking kid!

Sans could clearly remember the satisfied smirk on his face. Yet it was so damn weird. The kid would look so self-satisfied and malevolent one minute, but upset, helpless and at times even crying the next. It was sick. Like the little monster was toying with him. Messing with his head like he was some kind of pawn.

"S-Sans!" Frisk begged, tears streaming down his face. "You have to believe me! It-It wasn't me, I swear!"

"Bullshit!" Sans exclaimed angrily; Frisk flinched. "Who the hell else would it be!? I saw you, Frisk! You killed Tori! You killed my brother! It was you!"

"Sans.." he was crying more. "Please.."

"Shut up! I've heard enough of yer crap! You're evil, ya don't deserve ta live!"

"S-Sa-hurk...!" Blood spurted from Frisk's mouth, cutting off his plea as Sans rammed one of his bones through the kid's chest.

"Just die you awful creature!"

Sans growled again to himself. That damn kid is never going to stop doing this, is he? He's just going to keep on fucking doing this! Well fine. Two can play at that game.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled from downstairs in the kitchen. "BROTHER! BREAKFAST IS READY! GET UP YOU LAZY BONES!"

"Coming Pap," Sans mumbled. The skeleton swung his legs over the bed, standing dizzily and pushing down the nausea from the last Genocide route. His eyes narrowed as he walked out of his room. He was done sugarcoating. Done being nice. He would make that kid suffer-make him feel so guilty he'll wish he never came here. That was one promise he could keep.

*Sans' POV*

"SANS!" My brother yelled as I lazily entered the living room of Tori's home. She invited me and Pap over for lunch not too long after we had eaten breakfast earlier in the morning. "YOU ARE LATE YET AGAIN! WHY MUST YOU BE SO LAZY, BROTHER!?"

I laughed softly as I strolled over past him. It was still so hard to believe that he was right in front of me, alive, healthy and well. I won't let anything happen to him again. "Sorry bro," I merely shrugged nonchalantly.

I passed the kid who was sitting on the couch, already looking uneasily at me. I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster, honestly enjoying how his expression soured further. Most would think I'm being mean to the kid, but who can possibly blame me after all that's happened? That little dirty brother killer deserves everything that's coming to him.

I went over and sat in the chair closest to Tori and continued staring at the little monster until he shifted uncomfortably and looked away. I smirked.

Undyne and Alphys decided to join us for lunch also. They were sitting on the second couch in the room closest to the brat.

"Thank you all so much for coming over for lunch today!" Tori exclaimed jovially with a grin, snapping me out of my thoughts. "It means a lot to me that we all as friends can hang out together!" she stated before turning to Frisk. "Frisk, could you please set the table for us?"

The little murderer seemed hesitant at first, but he nodded with a small smile and got up to go do what Tori requested. An idea struck my mind and I stood up. "I'll go help the little shi-I mean kid," I stated.

"You being helpful and doing something that involves work? That's a first." Pap stated, dumbfounded.

"Hehe. There's a first time for everything bro." I riposted and without giving him a chance to reply I teleported to the kitchen.

I saw the backstabber working on setting the plates on the table. He was pretty much done except for the forks, spoons and knives. I nearly snickered in amusement as he froze once he heard me in the room. I smirked as something came to my mind.

"Here kiddo," I uttered as I grabbed the silverware. "Let me help you."

I set the silverware on the table and he turned to me with a lopsided grin. "T-Thanks Sans." He said and gave me a small hug.

I laughed a little as I pushed him away and ruffled his hair. "No problem," I stated. Before he could turn back around, I grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him close to me, staring intensely at him. "You dirty little killer." I whispered and he paled, eyes widening.

I released my grip and went back into the living room to join my brother and the others.