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Staring down into the abyss he slowly edged closer to the ledge of the cliff. Sans silently let his tears fall freely. The winds around him started to pick up. A storm was forming.. And he didn't have the determination to stop it. Why should he? Everyone he knew was turned to dust… even the human… Why didn't they reset? Could they even now that they were on the surface? Or was something else stopping the timeline from rolling back? Back to how it was. They didn't need the surface to be happy… Not that everyone else would have agreed with him. The human. They knew too. Sans and the Human often talked about what would happen on the surface and every-time they left someone died. The moment a boss monster's life is taken Nature's Wrath would become too much and burst into life, causing major disasters everywhere.

Sans was one of those kinds of monsters… His disaster was Storms. The earth shook violently under his feet. Threatening to throw him off. In the distance the water was wild as huge waves crashed into the lands. The world was tearing itself apart without the monster's souls to channel the energy. Papyrus' Disaster made it impossible to even stand still. Maybe he should just fall and get it over with? Let his Storms join in the chaos. Close by a volcano erupted again sending ash into the air… Asgore's Disaster poisoned the air. The air felt heavy. He had a choice to make. Over the rumbling the green clad skeleton turned in surprise as he felt a cold blade of a human's sword slash across his chest… The look of surprise melted into a look of acceptance… this way he could be with his brother and the others. The humans made their choice.

He felt himself falling off the edge. His scarves violently whipping around him as he descended deeper into the abyss… Closing his eyes he waited for his soul and body to give out… but his soul refused… the warm glow of the save point appeared in front of him. Confused he reached out. His gloved hand gripped the star with bewilderment,,, Is this why Frisk couldn't reset? Why did this power transfer to him? He didn't take the kid's soul! Wanting to know why Frisk's power moved to you filled you with DETERMINATION. The light of the star glowed brightly blinding him. He felt his wound heal up. Though he found himself floating in whiteness… and not back in the Underground… Where exactly did he end up? This place… He felt a tug within his soul as clouds started to form above the seemingly empty void of white. A sense of dread shot through his body. He wasn't dead, he was alive when his brother was not! This emptiness felt familiar,,, He was still in his world. But it was all gone… Had the Lack of monsters truly ripped his world apart? Then why was he still around!? He felt his anger rise. Was this some sick form of punishment? What did he do to deserve this Isolation?! The clouds above grew dark and burst with heavy rain and thunder striking around Sans as he was the Eye of the Storm. His storms never hurt him. But for once he wish it did. With a frustrated scream the thunder crashed violently against the nothingness shaking the void. Creating a ripple effect that could be felt by others who shared a similar fate.

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Staring down into the abyss he slowly edged closer to the ledge of the cliff. Sans silently let his tears fall freely. The winds around him started to pick up. A storm was forming.. And he didn't have the determination to stop it. Why should he? Everyone he knew was turned to dust… even the human… Why didn't they reset? Could they even now that they were on the surface? Or was something else stopping the timeline from rolling back? Back to how it was. They didn't need the surface to be happy… Not that everyone else would have agreed with him. The human. They knew too. Sans and the Human often talked about what would happen on the surface and every-time they left someone died. The moment a boss monster's life is taken Nature's Wrath would become too much and burst into life, causing major disasters everywhere.

Sans was one of those kinds of monsters… His disaster was Storms. The earth shook violently under his feet. Threatening to throw him off. In the distance the water was wild as huge waves crashed into the lands. The world was tearing itself apart without the monster's souls to channel the energy. Papyrus' Disaster made it impossible to even stand still. Maybe he should just fall and get it over with? Let his Storms join in the chaos. Close by a volcano erupted again sending ash into the air… Asgore's Disaster poisoned the air. The air felt heavy. He had a choice to make. Over the rumbling the green clad skeleton turned in surprise as he felt a cold blade of a human's sword slash across his chest… The look of surprise melted into a look of acceptance… this way he could be with his brother and the others. The humans made their choice.

He felt himself falling off the edge. His scarves violently whipping around him as he descended deeper into the abyss… Closing his eyes he waited for his soul and body to give out… but his soul refused… the warm glow of the save point appeared in front of him. Confused he reached out. His gloved hand gripped the star with bewilderment,,, Is this why Frisk couldn't reset? Why did this power transfer to him? He didn't take the kid's soul! Wanting to know why Frisk's power moved to you filled you with DETERMINATION. The light of the star glowed brightly blinding him. He felt his wound heal up. Though he found himself floating in whiteness… and not back in the Underground… Where exactly did he end up? This place… He felt a tug within his soul as clouds started to form above the seemingly empty void of white. A sense of dread shot through his body. He wasn't dead, he was alive when his brother was not! This emptiness felt familiar,,, He was still in his world. But it was all gone… Had the Lack of monsters truly ripped his world apart? Then why was he still around!? He felt his anger rise. Was this some sick form of punishment? What did he do to deserve this Isolation?! The clouds above grew dark and burst with heavy rain and thunder striking around Sans as he was the Eye of the Storm. His storms never hurt him. But for once he wish it did. With a frustrated scream the thunder crashed violently against the nothingness shaking the void. Creating a ripple effect that could be felt by others who shared a similar fate.