Later that night, all was silent inside the tent as the Monsters slept peacefully that night. Sans was on the floor, snuggled in a nestful of blankets and pillows. The shorter skeleton brother was at least half-buried in a mess of blankets around him, with his brother sleeping right beside him on his cot and very much relaxed. However, Sans’s sleeping body was tense in contrast with Papyrus’s own, twitching in his sleep both due to the pain of still broken bones that was now slowly starting to return when the painkillers began to fade. No one in the shared tent was still awake to hear the small whimpers escaping the smaller skeleton's teeth from the nightmare he was having due to the incoming pain.

Sans had once again found himself in the golden chambers that were the Judgement Hall. He looked around confused, the skeleton’s brows knitting together, when instead of seeing a kid in front of him, there was a small, golden flower smiling up at him from the middle of the hall. The two stared at each other for a moment, and Sans noticed the thin creepers that worked across the floor in all directions, like veins radiating out from the small plant. The roots and vines had worked themselves across the entire bottom of the room, then up the pillars and walls, with some even dangling from the ceiling, giving the ordinarily golden room a thin layer of woven green.

“Howdy!” Greeted the chuckling flower, “Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" It stuck its tongue out with a wink, winking one eye closed, the other glowing bright red. "Why don't you shake my hand?"

Before Sans could contest that flowers don't have hands, he felt something wrap around his wrist, between the end of his sleeve and the cuff of his mitten. The thing yanked him down, and he stumbled, only to have another vine grab his other arm and pull before he could regain his balance. Sans sprawled onto the floor, onto the now writhing mass of green and thorns. "h-hey!"

The entire world went mad. From all directions, the vines came, snaking up his sleeves, under his shirt, up to his spine. They weaved themselves between his radius and ulna, the careless thorns scratching against bone enough to cause him to hiss and cry out in pain, but not enough to take his one precious HP. More vines did the same to his tibia and fibula as the ones on his arms snaked their way up towards his shoulders.

Sans struggled against the vines trying to break himself free, when all at once. He was cut off by a burning, intense pressure bursting from behind his right eye socket. Then there was a pop, and all at once, vision in that eye went out when the flower's face appeared there.

“Hehehe...just relax, smiley trash bag.” The flower cooed teasingly as he then used his vines to manipulate Sans body like he was a puppet. 

Sans began to panic, sweat breaking out over his skull and his breath hitching as he struggled to use his arms to yank the flower back out. However, the second that Sans began to lift the limb, he suddenly felt a crushing pressure around his ribcage and his soul, causing the skeleton to scream out in agony and collapse to his knees. 

“Ah ah ah, I don’t think so, JUDGE! You’re not going to ruin my fun with you just yet! Hee hee hee…” The creepers that entangled his vertebrae suddenly snapped it rigid, causing Sans to cry out when he was forced into an unnatural angle. The cartilage in his spine popped in a raucous sound, and Sans was grateful that the noise wasn't the sound of breaking bone at least. "D’you need me to remind you WHO IS IN CONTROL? You even try anything like that again, and I..."

Sans tried to answer in the negative - tried to get his voice, head, or anything to cooperate - but all he could achieve were some twitches and a soft moan.  Something around his neck tightened, and he had the horrible sensation of choking without being able to clear whatever passed for a throat.

Dark spots danced in his vision, and for a single moment, Sans hoped it would be all over, and he could die in peace, and this horrible flower would finally leave him alone. But no, of course not. Of course, he wouldn’t. Years of RESETs and Flowey playing with everybody’s lives along with his own have taught Sans many things, and he knew this flower was very determined to make him suffer.

He let up just as Sans was on the edge of unconsciousness, leaving him weakly trembling still on the ground, gasping for breath. Sans was tempted to try moving his arms, to push himself upright, but he couldn’t muster the energy.

It didn’t matter.  He was dragged to his feet moments later. The vines loosened enough so that Sans slumped forward, sweat rolling off the top of his skull as he pulled in jagged breaths.

"if you wanna kill me, then just kill me already," hissed Sans through gritted teeth. "just dust me and spare me the monologue."

"Are you sure that's the best option?" mused the flower. "I can do it, you know..." The vines around his ribs seemed to hum, some of them moving inward, closer and closer to Sans' essence, his SOUL... "I could break your soul with a single movement. Crush and tear it apart like it was nothing. Heeheehee… I wonder….how funny would you be with a CRACK down the center of your SOUL?"

Sans didn't respond, holding his breath lest his movement draws the creepers too close to his SOUL. A flash of memory came to him of a demon-possessed flower that had pierced his SOUL, leaving a massive crack in the center of it. Of himself, bound and helpless in the Judgement Hall, and sacrificing himself to free Frisk…

‘frisk!’

Sans stiffened, his magical eye forming as he tried once more to rip the flower out from his bones.  All the vines contracted as one in an instant. One arm pulled back so hard Sans feared it would pop out of its socket, while the other folded in on itself to the point that his bones creaked, threatening to break against one another. 

Sans' screams echoed across the empty hall, bouncing back at him from all angles in a taunting chorus.

“ HAHAHA, SO JUDGE...YOU FINALLY REMEMBER ME DO YOU NOT? HOW’S THAT CRACK TREATING YOU? I HOPE YOU LIKED MY FINAL GIFT TO YOU, COMEDIAN.” The Forgotten smirked.

And as if right on cue, he could hear footsteps approaching him from the other end of the hallway.  He was short about his size, though he was sure he had at least a good inch or so still over her.  Blue sweater with magenta stripes.  Blue cargo pants and well-worn, sturdy, brown leather children’s boots. She also wore a  golden locket around her neck on one end. The locket was adorned with the Delta Rune symbol. On the back, it said, “Best Friends Forever.” The child also had a body posture that screamed DETERMINATION as she walked towards him.

“frisk!” Sans cried out before suddenly he felt vines surround his SOUL and dig into the vulnerable organ. 

“Sans!!” The tiny human cries in fear, seeing what the demon-possessed flower was doing to the tiny skeleton. “How- I’m going to save you, Sans!! Hold on!!!”

The vines proceeded to force him then to use blue magic against his will on the child. With a loud yelp, his Blue SOUL ability activated, along with his powerful, magical blue eye, and he felt himself grab the child’s SOUL. Tears streamed from his eye sockets as he watched the red SOUL ejected out of Frisk’s body and turned instantly to a dark blue in coloration as the vines forced Sans to extend his left arm. 

 Immediately Frisk’s expression was filled with surprise, then confusion, then horror when she had suddenly felt herself lifted off the ground by her SOUL.

“S-Sans!! Stop!!” Frisk cried out, but Sans didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Suddenly the short skeleton felt the vines constrict his soul and bones and violently jerked his arm to the left. Sans watched as he was now being forced to violently throw the child, smashing her against the ceiling, pillars, windows, and floor of the Hall repeatedly.

“n-no, stop!!” Sans cried, struggling to gain back control. He just wanted this to end. He didn’t want to keep hurting Frisk.

Frisk continued to be slammed against the walls of the Judgement Hall, the vines digging in even more into his SOUL, forcing the skeleton to summon a group of Gaster Blasters that surrounded the half-unconscious child.

“frisk! frisk!!!” Sans screamed desperately, but the child didn’t move. Sans panic started to rise as he realized the girl was unconscious.

“HAHAHAHA!!! YOUR FEAR IS VERY DELICIOUS JUDGE.” The Forgotten taunted as the skeleton shivered, struggling to make his Blasters vanish and cancel out the magic before they were finished charging up their beams. 

Vines tightened around his limbs as a maniacal laugh permeated the air. The vines around his soul squeezed fervently, thorns piercing into the first layer just enough to cause leakage. Red, watery dust slowly dripped off his SOUL as Sans screamed. 

“YOU’RE SO PATHETIC. SO HELPLESS. YOU CAN’T EVEN SAVE YOURSELF, LET ALONE THE CHILD. YOU CAN’T EVEN DO A THING TO STOP ME.” 

Sans expression crumpled, and his eye sockets filled with unshed tears as the Blasters released their blasts. A massive explosion followed through the golden Hall, filled with a bright light that blinded the skeleton.

“frisk!!!!!!” Sans cries out in alarm, panic in his voice as he struggles to see through the smoke.

Frisk was still lying on the golden tiled floor when the dust cleared, only this time, she was now in a puddle of her blood and was still not moving. Sans instinctively quickly checked her HP and saw it was now sitting at a solid seven from 20. Since she didn’t have any KARMA to go off of, many of his attacks only did a solid 1HP of damage, including the Blasters. His attacks did not have any different effects, making him so hard to defeat in the Genocide timelines.

It was then that Sans felt the Flower dig into his SOUL once more, forcing him to summon a bone and wield it above his skull. 

“n-no… p-pl-please! leave her alone!” Sans pleaded, although it was difficult for him to find his voice. More tears fell from his eye sockets and onto the tiled floor of the golden Hall below him.

“YOU STUPID BOY,” Flowey hissed from inside his body. “STOP MAKING THIS DIFFICULT FOR ME,” The Forgotten screamed, and Sans’s body lurched forward as he was forced into a run. His control over his own body was faltering. “YOU’RE SUCKING THE FUN OUT OF THIS!!” The bone struck down, and Sans sockets widened when he felt the hit land on Frisk’s head.

“s-stop…!!!” Sans tried again, his bones shaking from the effort Sans put forth, trying to regain control over his own body, but he was exhausted. He felt Flowey tighten the vines around him, and Sans felt another snake around his SOUL and gave it a tight squeeze making Sans whimper in pain. The bone was once again raised and swung down hard, and Sans watched in terror as it made contact with its victim. Frisk’s HP now at 5.

The ground below the tiles began to shake as Flowey controlled his right arm this time, and at least ten or more bones started to rise from the ground. The flower was starting to get desperate and wanting to kill this child already.

In a last-ditch effort to free himself of the flower, however, Sans controlled the bones, so they all hit him instead.   There was a final, forceful shove through his SOUL that Sans hardly even felt. His body bent forward with the force of it, as one of the bones had pierced through his soul completely, poking through the other side of his jacket.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU IDIOT, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!” Sans heard the Forgotten shriek and felt as the vines released his soul. The flower himself also started to dust from the surprise impact of any bones piercing his own body.

Everything began to fade and to feel far away and fuzzy… grainy...

  And then it was dark.