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“MAKE SURE HE CAN’T ESCAPE! AND REMEMBER, NO SURVIVORS!”

Sans cracked an eye socket, glancing around his house lazily. What was all that yelling?

“U-Undyne, sir.” a shaky voice started “The whole point of this mission is to take him ali-”

“SHUT UP AND FOLLOW MY ORDERS TIM!”

…

Wait

…

Make sure he can’t escape?

…

“WE CHARGE ON THREE!”

…

“Is it really a good idea to be yelling that? I mean, he can probably hear us with the walls how they a-”

OH SHI-

“THREEEEEE!!!”

Sans rolled off of the couch just before a glowing clue spear flew through his poor excuse for a wall.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion the spear flew through the air, twirling ever so slightly.

As he realized what was happening, it was too late to stop.

The spear shot straight through his couch and into the floor behind it, splitting the poor piece of furniture in two.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Sans clambered to his feet, rushing to his couch desperately, a tear bubbling in the corner his eye-socket.

“DEBRA!” Sans flung himself onto the floor in front of the ruined piece of furniture, hugging one half of it to himself.

“WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?” Sans cried, burying his face into her well-used fabric.

“I-It’ll be okay, Debra! W-we can fix you!” he said desperately as he shoved armfuls of lose stuffing into one of the halves, unable to cope with the face that she could never be used again. “W-we’ll just get…A NEEDLE! A-and thread! Lots of thread! We’ll sew you back together and everything will be fine! We can sleep together again! You can hold me…just like you u-used…”

Sans let his arms fall limp by his sides, pulling away from the couch half with tears streaming down his face.

The stuffing he had desperately tried to shove in popped out innocently.

Not knowing that it was escaping the very thing it gave life too.

Sans knew…he could feel it.

Debra was gone.

He sniffed loudly, pushing his face into what was left of the stuffing in the couch half.

“Why her!? What has she ever done to you!?” Sans asked bitterly.

A spear shot through the “wall” again, sending bits of it crashing to the ground.

Sans didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his one true love any longer as he was forced with the choice to either teleport out of his disintegrating house, or be crushed under it.

Sans shot one more longing glance to her corpse before blurring out of his existence and reappearing on a hill just outside of the city.

It gave him the perfect view of what he had once called his home turning into nothing but dust as it was ravaged by some kind of fish-monster.

Why was there a fish-monster in Sandy-land anyways? Shouldn’t it be dehydrating or something?

But he soon just dismissed the whole thing, remembering his couch, and all the beloved moments they spent together.

All he could do was stand there silently, solemnly paying his respects to his fallen lover.

“I’ll never forget you…Debra”

After a moment, he took off his jacket and turned it inside out before putting it back on.

Even though all logic said that his jacket was not reversible, and even if it was, most certainly wouldn’t be black, his jacket was now black.

“On this day, I wear black for you, Debra.” He said quietly.

And with that, he turned away from what was left of his house, and began to walk.

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“MAKE SURE HE CAN’T ESCAPE! AND REMEMBER, NO SURVIVORS!”

Sans cracked an eye socket, glancing around his house lazily. What was all that yelling?

“U-Undyne, sir.” a shaky voice started “The whole point of this mission is to take him ali-”

“SHUT UP AND FOLLOW MY ORDERS TIM!”

…

Wait

…

Make sure he can’t escape?

…

“WE CHARGE ON THREE!”

…

“Is it really a good idea to be yelling that? I mean, he can probably hear us with the walls how they a-”

OH SHI-

“THREEEEEE!!!”

Sans rolled off of the couch just before a glowing clue spear flew through his poor excuse for a wall.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion the spear flew through the air, twirling ever so slightly.

As he realized what was happening, it was too late to stop.

The spear shot straight through his couch and into the floor behind it, splitting the poor piece of furniture in two.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Sans clambered to his feet, rushing to his couch desperately, a tear bubbling in the corner his eye-socket.

“DEBRA!” Sans flung himself onto the floor in front of the ruined piece of furniture, hugging one half of it to himself.

“WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?” Sans cried, burying his face into her well-used fabric.

“I-It’ll be okay, Debra! W-we can fix you!” he said desperately as he shoved armfuls of lose stuffing into one of the halves, unable to cope with the face that she could never be used again. “W-we’ll just get…A NEEDLE! A-and thread! Lots of thread! We’ll sew you back together and everything will be fine! We can sleep together again! You can hold me…just like you u-used…”

Sans let his arms fall limp by his sides, pulling away from the couch half with tears streaming down his face.

The stuffing he had desperately tried to shove in popped out innocently.

Not knowing that it was escaping the very thing it gave life too.

Sans knew…he could feel it.

Debra was gone.

He sniffed loudly, pushing his face into what was left of the stuffing in the couch half.

“Why her!? What has she ever done to you!?” Sans asked bitterly.

A spear shot through the “wall” again, sending bits of it crashing to the ground.

Sans didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his one true love any longer as he was forced with the choice to either teleport out of his disintegrating house, or be crushed under it.

Sans shot one more longing glance to her corpse before blurring out of his existence and reappearing on a hill just outside of the city.

It gave him the perfect view of what he had once called his home turning into nothing but dust as it was ravaged by some kind of fish-monster.

Why was there a fish-monster in Sandy-land anyways? Shouldn’t it be dehydrating or something?

But he soon just dismissed the whole thing, remembering his couch, and all the beloved moments they spent together.

All he could do was stand there silently, solemnly paying his respects to his fallen lover.

“I’ll never forget you…Debra”

After a moment, he took off his jacket and turned it inside out before putting it back on.

Even though all logic said that his jacket was not reversible, and even if it was, most certainly wouldn’t be black, his jacket was now black.

“On this day, I wear black for you, Debra.” He said quietly.

And with that, he turned away from what was left of his house, and began to walk.