Commission For @mod2amaryllis !! Had Lots Of Fun Doing This One. Thank You For Working With Me!

commission for @mod2amaryllis !! had lots of fun doing this one. thank you for working with me!

Hdisbsjsbs sweety… i love him so much 😭

AHHHH I love Aka’s and yours HMF Sans he’s a BIG BOY omgg. I was wondering if we could see the latest drabble you wrote about him from his perspective? I’d love to see what he was thinking when that guy touched MC.

Aka always has such banger ideas. She's very sweet to let me write for this au so much skdjfsf

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how dare you.

... When Sans was angry, usually, tunnel vision set in.

He would feel like he wasn't in control of his own body. He'd be numb, but in a good way, disconnected from the world. Sometimes he heard the screams of the people he attacked, sometimes everything was just a faint ringing sound. Time slipped away from him in those moments... it merged into one deep, deep lake that swallowed him whole. Though he was somewhat there, seeing everything from under the water's rippling surface, his ability to think was switched off. He didn't care about the damage he caused, and he liked that. He liked the silence.

... He would 'wake up' later with foggy memory, blood on his claws, blood in his mouth. And he wouldn't be himself again for hours.

...

... This was not like one of those times.

His eyelight burned, so constricted he felt the magic inside it writhing and spitting. There was fire in his bones. He was standing, seething, the guy in front of him at the table was clutching his nose, blood seeping out from between his fingers. Sans knew the taste of fear all too well, and the room was suddenly thick with the scent- fear was seeping off of you, too, and normally that would diffuse him.

But it didn't. All he could feel in that moment was dark, murderous rage.

... Words boiled inside him. Words that would never leave his mouth. she's so good. so sweet. her presence in this room is the only thing stopping me from cutting all of you from throat to navel. and you treat her like meat.

(He had really felt like he was doing well. Sitting there, good and quiet, your proximity made him feel more sane. He had felt like he was getting a grip on his patience.

... Then the fucker touched you. And said patience snapped, like a thin elastic under the summer sun.)

Feeling the human's nose crunch against the table had been satisfying, definitely. Especially since he was fully in his own body. But that wasn't enough, the rage wasn't dissipating. Sans wasn't satiated. You were already afraid of him, weren't you? What was one more thing to fear, on top of that?

i'll fucking kill you.

He grabbed the guy by the collar, turning and dragging him across the room. He threw him up against the counter, he grabbed a bottle and brought it down over his head so hard it shattered, everything he could do to him was flashing through his mind. Break a chair over him. Slam his head against the bar until it cracks like an egg. Hold him down and kick his legs the wrong way. Cut off his hands, cut off the hand that touched her. Eat the hand. For once, Sans was perfectly, absolutely aware of what he was doing. He felt every spark of magic in his system, and all of it wanted to kill that fucking rat. All of it was telling him to destroy.

she shouldn't have to see it.

...

He paused.

... For a split second, the thought was clear as a bell. His desire to look at your face pierced through his horrible burning anger, like a single star in the night sky.

... He looked over his shoulder at you. Tiny, soft, pressed into a corner. You flinched.

Another thought, clear and quick. Blue against the hot black and red.

don't let her see death. she doesn't need to see it.

...

He turned back to the human, pinned against the bar counter, battered and bleeding. Stars, Sans wanted to kill him so badly. A strained breath escaped him- he wanted to kill him more than he'd wanted to kill anyone ever before, he could envision the life leaving the man's eyes and the vision scratched an itch in his Soul.

...

But those thoughts were right. He gritted his teeth... he couldn't let you see something so gruesome.

The fire inside him began to die. He threw the idiot out the door, into the street, before he could change his mind. The walk back to his seat felt like a thousand miles.

...

... Sans sank into his seat. By that point, the fire was completely gone. He could feel your eyes on him.

...

... Suddenly, he almost... wanted to cry. A horrible bitter taste in his throat.

look at what you showed her.

a perfect display of what an ugly, violent thug you are.

well done. hope you're proud of yourself.

i'd say 'she'll never love you now'... but it's not like there was a chance of that before.

The bitter taste worsened. The repercussions started to weigh on him- he hated that he'd subjected you to that. He hated that he had no control over himself. He hated the look you were giving him, so he kept his eyelight trained on the table.

...

... He needed a cigarette.

sans undertale

the sanses featured in my VERY SLOW ongoing fic, BroCode :∆

I love it so much ! Made me want to read the fic :) !

A soft scene from chapter 3 of Flipping Fate, the (reader insert) fic I'm co-writing with @collegecomics18!

(alt version used in the fic under the cut)