#solygbm

A/N: dividers by @uzmacchiato

And just think about Sans' character for a second, CAUSE- what do you mean that the first time he ever saw Frisk his first instinct was to stalk her? To follow her around and keep stalking her until he finally met her, then quite literally tell her that he saw her, he liked her, and wanted to make her his.

This entire situation shows what type of environment he grew up in, to think that this is okay and that this is how love is supposed to be shown. Not out of genuine care or interest in the other person, but for his own interest.

He gets mad whenever Frisk actually rejects the idea. For example, when Sans tells her what he had done to show Frisk that he's interested in her, and she rejects it, giving what is honestly a realistic reaction to finding out a creep has been stalking her.

His mind immediately blows up his ego, and his first reaction is violence. Once again, it's another example of Sans' toxicity when it comes to coping with his emotions, his mindset in general, and not getting what he wanted after already planning everything out in his head.

He imagines the beautiful life he could have with Frisk, kissing her, marrying her, and everything else. The second that idea shatters in his mind, like when Frisk tells him that she already has a partner and is soon to be married, his thoughts immediately spiral and boil over into anger because his plan, his structure, has been broken. Something interrupted the future he had already built up in his head.

Once again, he's prone to violence. The first thing he thinks about whenever he feels anger, or any emotion he doesn't know how to handle, is dealing with whatever is causing those feelings by slowly destroying it.

In this case, that's Frisk, because she's the one making him feel this way after shattering his ego and the future he had imagined. This also leads him into a tantrum where he literally breaks a table in half because things aren't going his way.

Another thing to keep in mind is that, even if he doesn't openly accept it, he only stays quiet for a second. His mind immediately interrupts him, and the toxicity he grew up in resurfaces and latches onto him again.

Even while sitting alone in a room, not even seconds later, he convinces himself that she needs him, that she will need him, and that she will come back begging.

Because in his mind, he just needs to make everything worse for her so she'll eventually realize that she 'needs' him. That mentality is so over-the-top that it really shows what kind of environment he grew up in and what taught him that this is how relationships and situations are supposed to work.

Im still staring at my screen just seeing that THESE are the things that help him to calm down. Starting a petition to get everyone in this comic a personal therapist and for some the electric chair-

(please know this contains spoilers for both the comic and the fic and I don't support Frans, I only read the comic because 1, nostalgia and 2, the concept could be really good if it wasn't Frans)

And her parents either give her a blank face ignoring it, not long before she teaches them certain words and doesnt leave them alone with it, until they have some form of knowledge of what it means.

"Мама, твой наряд супер slay"

Kaitlyn would try to insert these slangs in daily use when she can and after some point her mom would actually understand some form of meaning of the word, and while not taking it seriously and seeing it as stupid. she once had let the word blankly slip out of her mouth.

*Kaitlyn spinning in the new dress she got* "So? what do you think mama?"

"Sans? Is everything alright there?" Wingdings' voice vibrated through the small phone held in Sans' hand, the speaker crackling and pixelating his voice. The device itself was already acting up, probably from the dirt smeared along its sides.

"Yeah, s' all good, bro. Just got a little.. rowdy," he replied in his usual calm, sarcastic tone as he spotted a fancy looking glass sitting on a small circular table, filled with some sort of alcoholic beverage. Deciding to entertain himself, he was too damn tired to care what was actually in it, so why not give it a shot? (It couldn't be as bad as that Irish whisky-)

"BLEUGH!"

He spat the drink out almost immediately.

"The fuck is this shit?!"

Coughing harshly, he slammed the glass onto the table, shattering it from the force. Muttering curses under his breath, he headed for the door, stepping over the pools of blood scattered across the room, even though there wasn't much point anymore. His shoes had already gone from black to red.

Something wet slid down the side of his skull.

A thick drop fell onto the phone screen.

Then another.

The fresh blood coating the top of his head slowly dripped down, splattering across the device and seeping into the speaker, Wingdings' voice completly drowned out before with a small sparkle from the device, shut down.

Sans let out an exaggerated, exhausted sigh before tossing the phone into one of the many pools of blood. It drifted slightly with the sheer amount covering the floor.

With another tired groan, he stomped down on it, but the force carried him forward. His foot slipped, sending him crashing face first onto the ground, completely drenching himself in blood from head to toe.

The door creaked open.

Sans' eyes immediately snapped toward it, revealing the already familiar silhouette leaning in the doorway. One hand rested on their hip while the other held the door open, almost heroically, if he didn't already know exactly who it was.

"Well damn," Kaitlyn said aloud, glancing around at the massacre the room had become. Their gaze soon landed on Sans, and a snicker escaped before they even tried to hide it. A smug grin quickly spread across their face.

Sans' expression darkened. His pupils vanished entirely, leaving only empty black sockets staring back at them.

Kaitlyn casually waved a reassuring hand, though it did little to stop the occasional snicker escaping between their words.

"Don't wooorryyy~! It matches your magic."

Thinking about the "Mafiafell bros physically wouldn't be able to function without the other" thing crossed my mind again because it's true. Wingdings is the brain, Sans is the strength, and Papyrus is the strategy.

Wingdings couldn't function without Sans and Papyrus because, after the many fights and wounds he received throughout his childhood, summoning blasters or using generally powerful attacks became difficult for him. With strategy alone, he's incapable of winning, and after a while he'd run out of ideas on how to overcome the given conflict.

Sans couldn't function without Wingdings or Papyrus, once again because he wouldn't know how to calculate things on a long term scale. In a fight, he's pure strength and rarely thinks about tactics, mostly because, with how strong he became, fighting weaker monsters or humans never required him to think strategically. He could just kill them easily and would simply go full berserk on his enemies without having to think of tactics.

Papyrus is basically the same, except he can't rely fully on tactics without some strength behind them and someone capable of long term thinking. He's still clumsy and stubborn, as professional as he may seem. He hasn't experienced the world as harshly as the other two.

The only difference is that he wasn't taught to fight as dirty and hadn't seen the same things as Sans and Wingdings from such a young age. Because of that, he's still new to certain things and situations, which makes him more inexperienced, and that stubbornness would end up affecting his decisions during future conflicts.

Kaitlyn has a face that she has to force to soften so people don't think she's wishing their death while just casually staring at them. She's had many times in friendships where she had to reassure her friends "I'm not mad, it's just my face."