Fail.
Reload: Attempt six
I died. I was too reckless with my HP.
Fail.
Reload: Attempt seven
Fail.
Reload: Attempt eight
Fail.
Attempt nine
Fail.
Ten
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
FAIL!!!
"I can't do it anymore!!" I scream out. The others were inside doing the same thing for like the 15th time already.
Frisk stands beside unsure of what to do. "Then do you want me to stop reloading?"
"No! Yes. . . I don't know."
Y/n's POV
I hear Sans scream out something. I feel terrible for him. If only I didn't leave the diner none of this would have happened. I was placed on the couch and Flowey appears beside me.
I want to tell Sans something but I don't see him anywhere inside. I bring my arm out and tap Flowey with my finger to get his attention. My arm trembled, it hurt to move.
He turns around. "Huh what is it?"
"P-please I-I n-need to t-talk t-to Sans." I force out. My voice cracks horrible.
Flowey looked at me worried but agreed. He disappears into the ground.
A very defeated looking Sans was dragged through the front door. "Please I can't watch this again."
"She wants to talk to you, you idiot!"
Sans is pulled right beside me. He looks away from me completely broken.
I'm not exactly sure why he is like this. He wasn't this depressed a few moments ago. When I heard him cry I felt like I had to help him. My hand cups the side of his jaw and I direct him to look at me. He faces me but doesn't look at me.
"S-sans. . . Can you promise me something." I whisper. He doesn't respond.
"Please. F-for y-your sake. Let me g-go. Promise you'll let me go."
He finally looks at me. His white pupils dim. He shakes his head.
"Please." I beg.
He shakes his head even more while tears fall from his eyes. He buries his face under my neck while his hand tightly holds mine.
"Sans." I whisper even softer.
He stops shaking and takes a few deep breaths. He sits back up his eye sockets are empty.

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