Sans | You did a Genocide Route...

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The solemn hallway ahead marks the final stretch of your journey.

The Final Corridor.

The Judgment.

Tall archways line the walls, their shadows stretching across the floor. A single SAVE point sits ahead, almost mocking you. Beyond the windows, the familiar Delta Rune symbols stare silently back.

Your footsteps echo as you slowly make your way forward, the end of the corridor drawing closer with every step.

And then...

There he was.

Sans.

The short skeleton stood casually in your path, hands buried in his pockets. His usual grin remained on his face, though there was something different about it this time.

"heya."

He tilted his head slightly.

"you've been busy, huh?"

He paused.

"real busy."

His gaze remained fixed on you.

"so... i gotta ask you something."

"do you think even the worst person can change?"

"that everybody can be a good person... if they just try?"

For a moment, the hallway was completely silent.

Sans chuckled.

"all right."

"well, here's a better question."

His grin widened.

"do you wanna have a bad time?"

You take another step.

Sans' eye suddenly flashes blue.

Then both of his eye sockets go completely black.

"because if you take another step forward..."

"you're REALLY not gonna like what happens next."

You take another step.

Sans goes silent.

For just a moment, his expression changes.

"welp."

He looks away.

"sorry, old lady."

"this is why i never make promises."

Toriel.

The thought of her crosses his mind.

And then the last trace of hesitation disappears.

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The battle begins.

The familiar battle interface appears at the bottom of the screen.

FIGHT. ACT. ITEM. MERCY.

You've seen these buttons countless times.

During your journey, FIGHT was all you ever needed.

One strike.

One enemy.

One kill.

Again.

And again.

But this time is different.

Your opponent isn't going down that easily.

This is your Judgment.

Sans stands before you, hands still in his pockets.

"..it's a beautiful day outside."

"birds are singing."

"flowers are blooming."

His grin remains.

"on days like these..."

His eyes suddenly turn pitch black.

"...kids like you..."

"...should be burning in hell."

Your SOUL is ripped from your control.

Bones erupt from the ground.

Blue and orange attacks surround you as you desperately try to move correctly. Gaster Blasters materialize around the battlefield, their mouths opening as they charge.

You barely dodge one.

Then another.

Then another.

Sans watches you carefully.

"huh."

"always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first."

The attacks stop.

For a moment, everything is still.

It's your turn.

Or...

Is it?

Because Sans isn't exactly interested in playing by the rules.

He has a habit of bending them.

And you already know this isn't going to be a normal fight.

You stare at the four familiar options before you.

But deep down...

You already know.

You feel like you're gonna have a bad time.

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

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The solemn hallway ahead marks the final stretch of your journey.

The Final Corridor.

The Judgment.

Tall archways line the walls, their shadows stretching across the floor. A single SAVE point waits ahead, almost mocking you. Beyond the windows, the familiar Delta Rune symbols stare silently back.

Your footsteps echo through the corridor.

And then...

Someone is standing in your way.

Sans.

The short skeleton leans casually against the wall, his hands buried deep within his pockets. His usual grin rests on his face.

But something about it feels different.

He looks at you.

Really looks at you.

"hmmm."

"that expression."

"that's the expression of someone who's died twice in a row."

Sans tilts his head slightly.

"suffice to say, you look really unsatisfied."

"all right, well..."

One of his eyes flashes blue.

"how about we make that a third?"

FIGHT. ACT. ITEM. MERCY.

You've seen these buttons countless times.

Throughout your journey, FIGHT was all you ever needed.

One strike.

One enemy.

One kill.

Again.

But this time...

Something is different.

Sans doesn't look afraid.

He doesn't even look angry.

He just looks tired.

Like he already knows exactly how this is going to end.

Sans steps away from the wall.

"well."

"here we are."

He pauses.

"it's a beautiful day outside."

"birds are singing."

"flowers are blooming."

His grin remains.

"on days like these..."

,His eyes suddenly turn pitch black.*

"...kids like you..."

"...should be burning in hell."

Your SOUL is ripped from your control.

The battle begins.

Bones erupt from the ground.

Blue and orange attacks flood the battlefield, forcing you to remember everything you've learned about moving.

Gaster Blasters materialize around you.

Their jaws open.

Their cores begin to glow.

You barely dodge one.

Then another.

Then another.

The attacks keep coming.

Sans watches you carefully.

"huh."

"always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first."

The battlefield suddenly falls silent.

The attacks stop.

The familiar battle menu returns.

It's your turn.

Or...

Is it?

Because Sans isn't exactly interested in playing by the rules.

He has a habit of bending them.

And you've already learned the most important rule of this fight.

There are no rules.

You stare at the four options before you.

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

Your hand hovers over the menu.

But deep down...

You already know what you're here to do.

You already know what he's here to stop.

You feel like you're gonna have a bad time.

You had been fighting Sans for what felt like an eternity.

His attacks.

His dodges.

His constant attempts to make you quit.

Even his so-called "special attack."

You had endured all of it.

And finally...

You got an opening.

Sans had fallen asleep.

Apparently, even he could get bored.

You slowly pushed the board controlling your SOUL toward the FIGHT button.

The board clicked into place.

FIGHT.

The strike landed.

Sans's eyes opened.

He effortlessly stepped to the side, avoiding the attack entirely.

"heh."

"did ya really think you'd be able to—"

Another strike.

But it wasn't yours.

The attack came from somewhere else.

It struck Sans perfectly.

9999999 DAMAGE.

Sans froze.

His grin disappeared.

He collapsed onto the floor.

Blood slowly seeped through his jacket.

For several seconds, there was nothing.

No music.

No dialogue.

Just silence.

Sans slowly lifted his head.

"so..."

"i guess that's it, huh?"

He coughed.

"just don't say i didn't warn you."

"welp..."

"i'm going to grillby's."

He pushed himself upright, somehow still managing to sound completely casual.

"and kid..."

"for next time, maybe try and actually beat me in a real game."

He pauses.

"are you that bad at undertale?"

The fourth-wall break hangs in the air.

Sans doesn't acknowledge it.

He simply turns around and begins walking away.

"papyrus."

"you want anything?"

His voice grows quieter.

"maybe some ketchup..."

His voice fades.

And then...

He's gone.

No one came.

No one stood in your way.

The Judgement Hall was completely silent.

The path to New Home waited just ahead.

All of your challenges had been removed.

All that remained was the final stretch.

You had reached LOVE 20.

All you had to do was get rid of Asriel.

It wouldn't even be a challenge.

But as you stood there in the empty hall, something felt... different.

You had fought through the Underground.

You had killed everyone who stood against you.

You had overcome Sans.

Even if you hadn't exactly done it yourself.

And now there was nothing left to stop you.

So, as you looked toward the path leading to New Home, one question remained.

Was it worth it?

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