Side note ~ Decimal chapters are nonessential parts that are optional; if you don't want to read them, you don't have to. They just add more story to the plot. ^v^

(Ex. 1.5, 22.09, 83782.2983)

They also have no predetermined length, and may even be told in a different point of view.

Other decimal chapters will be in a specific order, but I wanted to put chapter one first because it was introductory. This is simply backstory.

With that said, enjoy!

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When I was young, I never would have thought that I'd be trapped in an endless loop with no way out. Well, now I was, and it was horrible. Even when I killed the kid, they just came back..over, and over, and over. All of this was just a game to them. A stupid, inexcusable game! They killed my brother, the old lady, and Asgore, and every living thing they could find, and it was so, so frustrating!

I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to calm down. Pretty soon, the kid would come to the hall again, and they'd kill me. Again. Then they'd reset, and they'd kill everybody again. Then they'd do it again, and again, for the rest of eternity, and I'd just be a pawn in a game so much larger than me. I wanted so much to just stop them, but there wasn't any way to stop them! They just kept coming back, reset after reset, with no end in sight, and even if there was a way, I couldn't do anything! What could I possibly do to stop a being that could come back from the dead at will? Sure, I came back every reset to this torture, but I knew that everybody would just die again! The kid just didn't care about life anymore! All they wanted was death, and they knew exactly how to get it. If they wanted to die, they ddid, and they came back; if they wanted to kill, they did it. The kid didn't care about any of us, so why should I have cared about them?

No. I couldn't say that. Even if they killed everybody for the rest of eternity, over and over, I couldn't lose myself. I couldn't lose myself to them. 

"Keep yourself under control, Sans..." I mumbled to myself. "Everything's just..fine."

I heard a step: it looked like they were here, again. I gave my overplayed judgment, just like every other time, quoting the words from memory. They just glared at me with their innocent face; I guess they liked fighting me, but I didn't know why they would care. It wasn't like they hadn't done it a million times before. Nothing ever changed, and I didn't think it ever would. The kid had an addiction to killing, which was simply insane to think about, forgetting the fact that everybody would just come back to be slaughtered again. We fought, again, and they won, again. When it was time for me to walk out of the way to die, a thought came to my mind. It was the most insane thought I had ever heard of, but inside me, I knew it would work. If I were to...no! That was madness!

"What are you doing, Sans? You're supposed to walk away!" The kid spoke.

"Heh." I was frightened by the thoughts that were flooding my mind. 

"Get out of the way. Or did you want to die twice?"

The kid slashed me again. They had never done that before. The thoughts that were flying through my skull were getting louder. I was scared of myself. The thoughts wouldn't stop.

"Persistent, aren't we, Sans?" The kid slashed me once again. "Yearning for a pacifist? You know that's not going to happen."

The thoughts won.

"You're not going to be killing anybody else." I stated.

"I doubt that, Sans. Not even you could protect them all." The kid let another slash go, finally knocking me to the ground.

"Heh. I will protect them from you."

"Good luck, Sans. You're going to need it if you're really going to protect them."

"Thanks, kid."

The kid stabbed me one last time before I vanished, turning to dust. 

My plan would work.

It had to.

~~~decimal end woot~~~

Sans bean transformed into Murder bean.

Thanks for reading my backstory writing!

Bye!