(I Was) Stronger Than You

“Even though I have done it hundreds of times…” Sans thinks as he feels a sharp pain in his ribs.

“She…” He clutches the wound, blood pouring out.

“Just…” He looks down, his hand is stained red.

“Keeps…” He looks up to see that, thing staring at him, a twisted grin on her face.

“Coming…” She takes a step forward.

“Back…” She continues towards Sans until she is once next to him.

“And this time, she won… “ Just as she passes by Sans he utters his final words to her even though they fall on deaf ears.

“Welp. I’m going to Grillby’s…” Sans says as he stumbles away holding his wound, his normal dark blue jacket, now torn and ensanguined from her blade. As he limps away, thinking of what he will have for lunch all that floods his mind are images of his friends brought to an end by that child, but the saddest one to come to mind is that of his brother and his fate at her hands…

“Papyrus, do you want anything?” He collapses in the entrance to the hall of judgment where he stoically defended the king from her hundreds of times, but hey, he knew it would happen eventually,

"I knew you would beat me, I felt...it….in...my...bones…." His final thoughts.

The world around him goes black and he swears he can see those who have fallen welcoming him with open arms and reaching out to him welcoming him. As he ascends something grabs his foot before he can reach out to them and pass on, he’s thrown down and begins falling endlessly into a void. He can’t see anything, he can’t tell what is up or what is down, all he can tell is that this isn’t over, if the kid was any indication, nothing is ever truly over.