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trombonesI wish I could tell you how much everyone feels about you. ... Monsters are weird. Even though they barely know you, it feels like they all really love you.
Three years later, Asriel was still right.
When a human came along, it broke the cycle. It was different. It was hope. Of course, Frisk wasn't perfect. They made their own mistakes. Bad ones. Sans couldn't remember them, but he knew the signs. Whenever Frisk ever went back in time, though, it for a good reason. Not like him. They tried to do better. Fix things. Save people.
But where Sans had hope, he was also afraid. When would they get bored? Curious? Would they do it again? Did they do it already, and Sans just didn't remember? God knew he loved that kid. But maybe the paranoia of "maybe" would never really leave. The fear that Frisk would be like him.
... No. Sans rooted for them. He meant it. Frisk saved monsters in more ways than one. They gave him a hope he hadn't felt in forever, after having given up for so long. Not every time traveler was out to put them through some sick "what if" experiment. Not like him. And even then, maybe he... the anomaly, was just unhappy in ways Sans couldn't fix.
Sans had to keep up that faith. Frisk taught him that. He remembered a little of the timeline before Frisk found a way to the surface. Saying something over the phone. Having hope. Who knows how long it will take... but we will get out of here.
Yeah. Keep taking care of yourself, kid. There's a reason he gave you a chance.
Sans has seen the sun come up for three years now. It was still surreal. But good. Really good. It made him think... maybe time was really their own again. At the same time, he realized how huge and overwhelming the world was now. He realized there were no more do-overs when they made mistakes or got hurt. He realized... that maybe the people he loved deserved to know what happened.
That one, he struggled with a little more. They didn't HAVE to know, right? It was better they didn't. Even if all those "maybe"s came true, they didn't deserve to carry that with them like he did.
At the same time... they deserved to know what he did.
Or, more accurately, didn't.
He thinks about it for a few more days.
Three years later, Asriel was still right.
When a human came along, it broke the cycle. It was different. It was hope. Of course, Frisk wasn't perfect. They made their own mistakes. Bad ones. Sans couldn't remember them, but he knew the signs. Whenever Frisk ever went back in time, though, it for a good reason. Not like him. They tried to do better. Fix things. Save people.
But where Sans had hope, he was also afraid. When would they get bored? Curious? Would they do it again? Did they do it already, and Sans just didn't remember? God knew he loved that kid. But maybe the paranoia of "maybe" would never really leave. The fear that Frisk would be like him.
... No. Sans rooted for them. He meant it. Frisk saved monsters in more ways than one. They gave him a hope he hadn't felt in forever, after having given up for so long. Not every time traveler was out to put them through some sick "what if" experiment. Not like him. And even then, maybe he... the anomaly, was just unhappy in ways Sans couldn't fix.
Sans had to keep up that faith. Frisk taught him that. He remembered a little of the timeline before Frisk found a way to the surface. Saying something over the phone. Having hope. Who knows how long it will take... but we will get out of here.
Yeah. Keep taking care of yourself, kid. There's a reason he gave you a chance.
Sans has seen the sun come up for three years now. It was still surreal. But good. Really good. It made him think... maybe time was really their own again. At the same time, he realized how huge and overwhelming the world was now. He realized there were no more do-overs when they made mistakes or got hurt. He realized... that maybe the people he loved deserved to know what happened.
That one, he struggled with a little more. They didn't HAVE to know, right? It was better they didn't. Even if all those "maybe"s came true, they didn't deserve to carry that with them like he did.
At the same time... they deserved to know what he did.
Or, more accurately, didn't.
He thinks about it for a few more days.
