#So many skelehumans

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"I didn't even know so many flowers existed! Oh! Others will be coming into this, no worries!"

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[undertalesacrifices]

Sacrifices: ???

**Please note, I had created a poll so my readers could choose Sans’ fate. This is the aftermath.**

    "that was cruel, y'know. letting them think they had a choice." Sans said to Brynwyth inside her head. She averted her eyes. From whom? Who knows. There wasn't anyone actually there.

     "When did they ever have one?" Brynwyth asked to the air. "I'm certain many who voted just wanted to bring you back, despite the consequences. It makes me wonder... Besides, while killing you was the plan all along, ah... influencing the poll was last minute. I just really didn't want you to come back."

     "nice ta know im loved,"

     Brynwyth ignored him as she stared at the device in front of her. A scene from the game known as Undertale flashed through her mind. Black was all around. A child with black oozing holes for eyes stood before her. Brynwyth's hand hovered over a "Yes" and "No" option. She had come this far, but she didn't want to end it. Not just yet. She would RESET and try again. Something different, something new. Her hand touched "No" and she waited for the next bit of dialogue. She was uncertain what was about to happen next. The persona hadn't committed to a Genocide run before. The being in front of her laughed manically.

     "DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAD A CHOICE?"

     Brynwyth shook her head at the memory as the words echoed through her mind. Her poll had just ended and the results were in. She smiled faintly. RESET had lost.

     "no thanks ta you," Sans grumbled.

     "Oh hush," she chided. "You're supposed to be dead."

     "yer right. technically yer just talkin ta yerself." He raised a nonexistent eyebrow.

     "That's a sign of intelligence," Brynwyth retorted. She grew quiet. The persona was arguing with herself, which could be argued to be a sign of insanity. "Am I really doing this? I could pretend I didn't do anything..."

     "tell that ta yer guilty conscience," Sans snorted.

     "I just did." She raised her eyebrows, smiling. Well, she raised one eyebrow and a hypothetical one. Being half skeleton, certain physical body parts did not exist. Brynwyth pressed her mouth into a thin line as best she could. "Should I publish this?" She crossed her arms, debating. A lightbulb went off in her head. "I'll ask Karasu!" The skelehuman highlighted the page and copied it. She exited out of the app she was using and opened her messaging app. Pressing down into the chat box, the "paste" option appeared. Brynwyth tapped it and then hit send following with a "I could just keep this whole page my guilty pleasure. A tidbit just for myself." She waited for a reply. However, it was very late. Brynwyth found herself waking up at noon the following day. She turned her phone on and was greeted by Karasu's reply. The persona was almost disappointed by the response. She hadn't really wanted to say anything and was merely playing around with the idea. Brynwyth still didn't have to, but she would. "I guess I should start writing the next chapter..."

     "they aren't gonna be very pleased with ya." Sans reminded her. Brynwyth sighed and glanced at the figure in her head.

     "I know. But they are not the ones in control here. They are the spectators. I am the game master."