🔪 betrayal
“You killed her.” It was in the middle of the night. And it had been two years since his mother passed. Sans stood, still so small, in his father's room.
It wasn’t as if the Royal Scientist knew what sleep even was. But the sudden accusation did break his trance. He turned his chair from his work, to look at his son.
He couldn’t even bring himself to mention the lateness of the hour. How could he, with an opening like that? Sans shifted his feet a little, trying his best to steel himself. Tears already brimming in his sockets. “They taught us what LOVE was in school. You can only get it when you’ve killed someone. You killed mom.” “Your mother was... sick Sans...” “You killed her!” The child raised his voice. Anger seeping through the mature tone he tried so hard to uphold. “You lied! You said you were going to fix her and she’s dead!”
The room fell quiet, just for a moment. The child, shaking from his own deduction. The father, stone-faced and cold.
How could he react to this? What should he even say? The boy wasn’t wrong.
He did kill her.
“Your mother was... beyond saving Sans.” He said finally, opening a cabinet in his desk. A file, a single file existed in the room. Everything else had been hidden away. It wasn’t as if he was ever going to repeat that horrid experiment.
He hoped no one else would too.
Sans was handed the file. The file of his mother. The file of how the DT turned her into a monster.
“These are the facts Sans. This was the science. I did try to save her.” Valdemar said as he watched his still too young son gingerly open the manilla file. “But yes. I did kill her.” But Sans was still young. Too young still to understand. With all the strength he could muster, he slams the file onto the floor and runs back to his room.
