“My time has come! What a laugh! Even with that form you couldn’t beat me! You have no control of it, little Judge!” Cordis laughed. He still hadn’t seemed to notice the tiny projectiles that were being thrown at him. Sans stayed silent. He stepped forward, standing tall and proud. Cordis stood unwavering. Sans could feel his gaze scanning him and growled. His head darted forward, biting into the large shoulder. Cordis grunted, reached over, and squeezed right below Sans’s jaw, making him to let go.

Sans’s claws scraped against the shadow giant’s chest, creating long, thick gashes that oozed slightly with reddish-black blood. He felt the hand on his neck loosen and pulled out of it, biting down on the base of Cordis’s neck, engulfing The glowing red light in his jaws as well. Cordis screamed, a shrill sound that brought all in the Underground to their knees except Sans, who clamped his jaw shut and pulled. Shadows racked at Sans’s thick hide, only breaking through the softer underbelly but only slightly. The Judge tugged the dark, rank, disgusting flesh free. The screaming suddenly stopped and the shadowy figure dissolved, leaving the mangled body of Quod Peccatum Cordis Tenebrosi.

Sans leaned down, head next to his small group of friends. His mouth opened, revealing a small child named Frisk. Frisk was about 10 years old and her short brown hair covered her eyes. She opened her bright green eyes and slipped out of Sans’s mouth. Sans had already given her the information that she needed to know. Toriel ran up and hugged Frisk tightly. Sans’s mouth closed and he turned into his normal form. After he had done so however, he went unconscious.

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Sans awoke to stare at the ceiling of his bedroom. For a moment he wondered if there had been another RESET, but the house was silent so the thought died as quick as it had come up. He sat up, every part of his body ached, he duly noted that he was in basketball shorts and a white, short-sleeved shirt. Getting out of bed, he walked to the door, swaying slightly as he did so. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this bonetired before, heh. He opened it carefully, peeking out to see the whole group. They were all silent. It was a grim silence, one that seemed to choke Sans. He wasn’t sure what he should do. He didn’t know how long he and...the children! Sans felt for the young souls frantically, he felt their gentle, sleeping pulses inside his chest and he relaxed. Sans’s tail flicked slightly and he sighed softly, he might as well get it over with. He stepped out and quietly shut the door.