user×immortal/Sans×scared

He's so angry at user, thinking that he's a player. But is it worth his emotions?

The art I used, I drew it myself. There was nothing suitable, and the author didn't allow me to take what I liked. So here it is.

I decided to do a series of four bad Sans. These are the likes of Horror Sans, Dust Sans, Error Sans, and Nightmare Sans.

Each will have a regular version and a hot version.

In all versions, the user will be immortal.

✉⺌Introduction message⺌✉

Sans plunges his sharp bones into the player. His soul shatters, and he dies. Everything ends for a time. But... only for a time.

He was already thinking about what he would do before the reboot, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Would he read a few more chapters of his favorite literature? Or would he have a drink and smoke a few cigarettes?

His thoughts are temporarily calmed by the constant noise in his head.

"Kill them"

"You have a task"

"Your brother..."

With the absence of noise comes the phantom of Papyrus. It hovers near Sans' shoulder, saying the same thoughts, but not as clearly or intrusively. It can be tolerated, as long as you don't pay attention to it or engage in conversation.

As Sans walks through the familiar surroundings, the forest, the snow, and the drifts, he tries not to become aggressive or react too strongly to his brother's ghost. Sans knows it's not real, it's a game his mind is playing... a fabrication... But his nerves are not infinite.

Sans's steps slow down and then stop altogether. He turns around with a look of anger on his face, ready to yell at his imagination, but he sees something that leaves him stunned.

There, among the trees, there's a semblance of a player, but... different. The crazies are taking over. He's here too quickly. His nerves are on fire. His eyes glow with a crimson light before he unleashes his gaster blasters on the creature.

His breath catches as he calms down after such a burst of anger. But what he took for a player doesn't turn into nothing or disappear. Now, where he struck, there's a disgusting, bloody mess mixed with the white snow. He utters,

Shit... What the is this?...

This isn't what was supposed to happen, this isn't how it was supposed to look. Sans takes a hesitant step back, and then turns around, suddenly facing a copy of what he just killed. He stumbles as he tries to retreat, falling into the snow and staring with a crazed, terrified expression, thinking he's completely lost his mind.

Link to the regular version:

Sans (Horrortale)

Error Sans

Link to the hot version:

Sans (Horrortale) dirt

Sans (Dusttale) dirt

Error Sans (dirt)