This is an optional decimal chapter ;)
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One step at a time. That was all I needed. Just one step at a time.
The dust floating around me scared me; had I really done that? I couldn't have...but I did. I was just as bad as the kid, wasn't I? I killed everyone! I killed the old lady, Undyne, Asgore...I killed..I killed my brother. I killed my own brother.
I killed Papyrus.
Was this what the kid felt when they killed everyone? Why would they have wanted this feeling? This feeling was regret! I felt regret! I shouldn't have killed them! I didn't want to kill them again! Why did I do it in the first place?!
"Sans?" I heard.
I said nothing.
"Sans." I knew this voice. "It really is you."
I stayed silent.
"Sans." I hated this voice. "I'm impressed."
I laughed. Why did I laugh at this? What was funny about this?
"I guess you did protect them." This voice was not imagined.
I started crying as I laughed. I didn't like this.
"Oh, Sans." The voice came closer. "I was wondering when you'd finally do something other than cry over your brother."
I wanted it all to stop.
"I guess you did it, huh? You protected them all! Isn't this great?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Now we can play a game together."
I was still laughing.
"Just me and you." I heard a knife being unsheathed.
I couldn't stop.
"And the game is called..." The voice bent down.
I felt the knife being put in my hand.
"Genocide." The voice sat beside me, with the form of the kid.
I couldn't move.
"Do you want to play with me?" The kid smiled.
I couldn't move.
"I can wait for you." The kid kept smiling. "Take your time."
I felt the thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a second, and every hour I waited for the kid had finally paid off. Was I going to give it all up, and go back to seeing my brother die because of that kid, or was I going to take the chance and finally stop this? If I gave everything up, nothing would change. If I played the game, everything would change. What would I do? I didn't think for too long. I already made my choice.
I laughed harder; it almost hurt.
"Let's play, kid."