03-06-2017, 10:24 PM
Epiloge: Sans Point of View
"Remarkable. Even after all our time together, you have found a measure of peace. Such resilience," Sans said, watching Lucille drifting off to sleep with her husband. In the Education center, in a room tucked away from both the Therapy Room and Patient Care Clinic, sitting in a chair behind a simple metal desk, with a monitor recording Lucille live, was Sans. A glass filled with his favorite cocktail, The White Russian, was near hand, and it was looking pretty meager. He sat there, watching with an unreadable expression on his face, before he chuckled to himself.
"I'm afraid I can't say the same about myself, unfortunately. I guess you can say its not a peace of cake to find that sweet relief, he he." It had been month since he meet the woman, in the arms of his beloved Blithe, and things have been calm for the most part. Tianlong (his Luxelong) was quite ecstatic when he told her that he was finished with ruminating over Lucille, and was ready to move on with his life. His darling almost bowled him over when he broke the news, though her children finished the job for her. 'Quite the devils, they are, but are not all children like that? Guess I'm just as lucky as the rest of the world in that regard,' Sans humorously though, a smile adorning his face for a brief moment, before it disappeared. 'Shame they have a Criminal Mastermind as a father figure.'
He didn't quite know what to do, now that he had finally achieved what he most sought after, so he decided carry on as he was, and keep a ear to the ground for any news about his 'correctional treatment'. He wanted to be the first to know if someone was on his trail of tears in the event he had to book it to greener pastures, afterall. To his slight surprise, there was hardly a murmur about his escapades with Lucille. Sure, Kellyn nearly blew a gasket when he say the state she was in after spending some quality time with her, but Lucille was able to placate him somehow. Vitor, when he got the new from his father a few days later, immedianlty left the conference to be there with his mother, leaving him to fly over to Sinnoh to do damage control on that situation. Afterwards, he went back to work at the lab, and discovered that not only Lucille decided to work at home permanently, but that she also distanced herself considerably from Nuclear related projects. He was quite pleased about that turn of fortune; less so that he was assigned to pick up the slack in that regard. 'You win and lose some, I suppose,' he thought, remember how virulently he sweared when the news was broke to him. He almost gave the poor messenger a heart attack from the display!
Vitor was quite apologetic about disturbing him on his vacation (He took a few weeks of vacation prior to enacting his plan, so that he would not be disturbed), but he was fairly nonplussed about it, understanding the situation to a far greater degree than he would ever realize. Sans had a bitter smile on his face as he remembered his friend's sheer fright, savoring the irony of the whole thing. "I wonder how he would react if he knew how responsible I was for putting her in such a state. The boy is an angel, but there is a bit of steel in him. He was able to stand up to CURIE and foil her plans, something I wish I could have done. Then again, if it were me, I would have pushed Lucille in the Lava," Sans monologue, before taking a pull from his glass.
As for his dealing with The Don, the went rather amicably. The Don and his henchmen were able to get a surprisingly large amount of loot in a short amount of time, and no one got caught, so the paid distraction on their part turned out to be highly profitable. When he called him later, the mob boss was guffawing at how much he lined his pocket from the outing. When Sans teasingly reminded him of how skittish he was about the job, The Don became rather abrasive, sullenly remarking that "Heya, quit busting my chops here! YOU trys handling the Ranga Chief breathing down ya neck all 'round da clock! Despite the profit made by him, Sans stilled paid him what he promised, and now he owed a favor to him. Given his reputation and how seldom he puts himself in debt to other, he knows Don won't invoke it for a long time. At least, not without VERY good reason. Sans does not like his time wasted on frivouslous thing, something he made abundantly clear to the rest of the Committee. Besides that, he has not bee active in the underground scene, focusing on his own affair in the wake of his judgement.
Then there was the fact that Lucille decided to keep mum about her treatment, and what befell her beloved Nucleon. He didn't expect that to happen, but it appears she finally took his words at heart. While his 'therapy session' unavoidably affected her whole family, he earnestly tried to keep them out of that mess as much as possible. They suffered enough from Lucille's atrocities and absence; why compound their sorrows even more. He didn't know whether to be glad or not about this, but he content with her decision as a whole.
As Sans sat there, pondering over the past, he noticed that he emptied his glass. Picking it up, he stared at it, before hurling it at the wall, where it shatter into thousands of pieces upon impact. Sans look at the fragments, before turning his attention back to the monitor. Seeing her, sleeping contently... it made him wonder. Who got of with the better end of their time together? Here he was, all alone and drinking himself into a stupor, spying on his archnemisis, pretending that all was fine in the world, when in fact quite the opposite happened. He was still as miserable and depressed as he was since the Nuclear Crisis ruined everything in his life, only instead of being filled with vitriol and rage, he was left with bitterness. After confronting Lucille with all her failing, forcing her to be accountable for her actions, and instilling in her the lessons she needed to learn, he didn't feel any better about it. He was still as empty as before, silently cursing himself as he tried to endure how pointless his life truly become. How utterly twisted and despicable he transformed into in the wake of his tragedy, how completely useless it left in the world.
Day by day, he was forced to wear a mask, pretending to be the wisecracking scientist with a temper, when inside all he was constantly breaking down, just wanting to give up entirely. He had to keep himself together, though. He still had is hatred of Lucille to sustain him, his righteous mission to accomplish, and a family to provide for. He had. Now that Lucille made he choice, his passonate hate of her has waned. With 'justice' finally metted out, his goals are now accomplished. As for his family, if anything happened to them, Vitor promised to take care of them, so they are in good hands. Everything has been taken care of, and he found himself wanting. What now, was there left for him?
NOTHING.
Turning his attension away from the monitor, he look down to his desk, and opened a drawer.
In it, was a fully loaded revolver.
Sans picked it, feeling its weight. "Never been found of guns; to quick to the point for his taste. Now, though..."
He thought of everything he had done up to this point, before he chuckling to himself, and said "I'm tired, so so tired. I've waited so long, and only gotten more exhausted with my life. Now, with everything tied up nicely, I can finally rest," He turned to look at the screen, gazing at Lucille, "Just like you, my fellow scientist. All things must end someday. As with your painful past."
He raised the gun to his head.
"So to with my painful existence."
Sans pulled the trigger.
*click*
"Remarkable. Even after all our time together, you have found a measure of peace. Such resilience," Sans said, watching Lucille drifting off to sleep with her husband. In the Education center, in a room tucked away from both the Therapy Room and Patient Care Clinic, sitting in a chair behind a simple metal desk, with a monitor recording Lucille live, was Sans. A glass filled with his favorite cocktail, The White Russian, was near hand, and it was looking pretty meager. He sat there, watching with an unreadable expression on his face, before he chuckled to himself.
"I'm afraid I can't say the same about myself, unfortunately. I guess you can say its not a peace of cake to find that sweet relief, he he." It had been month since he meet the woman, in the arms of his beloved Blithe, and things have been calm for the most part. Tianlong (his Luxelong) was quite ecstatic when he told her that he was finished with ruminating over Lucille, and was ready to move on with his life. His darling almost bowled him over when he broke the news, though her children finished the job for her. 'Quite the devils, they are, but are not all children like that? Guess I'm just as lucky as the rest of the world in that regard,' Sans humorously though, a smile adorning his face for a brief moment, before it disappeared. 'Shame they have a Criminal Mastermind as a father figure.'
He didn't quite know what to do, now that he had finally achieved what he most sought after, so he decided carry on as he was, and keep a ear to the ground for any news about his 'correctional treatment'. He wanted to be the first to know if someone was on his trail of tears in the event he had to book it to greener pastures, afterall. To his slight surprise, there was hardly a murmur about his escapades with Lucille. Sure, Kellyn nearly blew a gasket when he say the state she was in after spending some quality time with her, but Lucille was able to placate him somehow. Vitor, when he got the new from his father a few days later, immedianlty left the conference to be there with his mother, leaving him to fly over to Sinnoh to do damage control on that situation. Afterwards, he went back to work at the lab, and discovered that not only Lucille decided to work at home permanently, but that she also distanced herself considerably from Nuclear related projects. He was quite pleased about that turn of fortune; less so that he was assigned to pick up the slack in that regard. 'You win and lose some, I suppose,' he thought, remember how virulently he sweared when the news was broke to him. He almost gave the poor messenger a heart attack from the display!
Vitor was quite apologetic about disturbing him on his vacation (He took a few weeks of vacation prior to enacting his plan, so that he would not be disturbed), but he was fairly nonplussed about it, understanding the situation to a far greater degree than he would ever realize. Sans had a bitter smile on his face as he remembered his friend's sheer fright, savoring the irony of the whole thing. "I wonder how he would react if he knew how responsible I was for putting her in such a state. The boy is an angel, but there is a bit of steel in him. He was able to stand up to CURIE and foil her plans, something I wish I could have done. Then again, if it were me, I would have pushed Lucille in the Lava," Sans monologue, before taking a pull from his glass.
As for his dealing with The Don, the went rather amicably. The Don and his henchmen were able to get a surprisingly large amount of loot in a short amount of time, and no one got caught, so the paid distraction on their part turned out to be highly profitable. When he called him later, the mob boss was guffawing at how much he lined his pocket from the outing. When Sans teasingly reminded him of how skittish he was about the job, The Don became rather abrasive, sullenly remarking that "Heya, quit busting my chops here! YOU trys handling the Ranga Chief breathing down ya neck all 'round da clock! Despite the profit made by him, Sans stilled paid him what he promised, and now he owed a favor to him. Given his reputation and how seldom he puts himself in debt to other, he knows Don won't invoke it for a long time. At least, not without VERY good reason. Sans does not like his time wasted on frivouslous thing, something he made abundantly clear to the rest of the Committee. Besides that, he has not bee active in the underground scene, focusing on his own affair in the wake of his judgement.
Then there was the fact that Lucille decided to keep mum about her treatment, and what befell her beloved Nucleon. He didn't expect that to happen, but it appears she finally took his words at heart. While his 'therapy session' unavoidably affected her whole family, he earnestly tried to keep them out of that mess as much as possible. They suffered enough from Lucille's atrocities and absence; why compound their sorrows even more. He didn't know whether to be glad or not about this, but he content with her decision as a whole.
As Sans sat there, pondering over the past, he noticed that he emptied his glass. Picking it up, he stared at it, before hurling it at the wall, where it shatter into thousands of pieces upon impact. Sans look at the fragments, before turning his attention back to the monitor. Seeing her, sleeping contently... it made him wonder. Who got of with the better end of their time together? Here he was, all alone and drinking himself into a stupor, spying on his archnemisis, pretending that all was fine in the world, when in fact quite the opposite happened. He was still as miserable and depressed as he was since the Nuclear Crisis ruined everything in his life, only instead of being filled with vitriol and rage, he was left with bitterness. After confronting Lucille with all her failing, forcing her to be accountable for her actions, and instilling in her the lessons she needed to learn, he didn't feel any better about it. He was still as empty as before, silently cursing himself as he tried to endure how pointless his life truly become. How utterly twisted and despicable he transformed into in the wake of his tragedy, how completely useless it left in the world.
Day by day, he was forced to wear a mask, pretending to be the wisecracking scientist with a temper, when inside all he was constantly breaking down, just wanting to give up entirely. He had to keep himself together, though. He still had is hatred of Lucille to sustain him, his righteous mission to accomplish, and a family to provide for. He had. Now that Lucille made he choice, his passonate hate of her has waned. With 'justice' finally metted out, his goals are now accomplished. As for his family, if anything happened to them, Vitor promised to take care of them, so they are in good hands. Everything has been taken care of, and he found himself wanting. What now, was there left for him?
NOTHING.
Turning his attension away from the monitor, he look down to his desk, and opened a drawer.
In it, was a fully loaded revolver.
Sans picked it, feeling its weight. "Never been found of guns; to quick to the point for his taste. Now, though..."
He thought of everything he had done up to this point, before he chuckling to himself, and said "I'm tired, so so tired. I've waited so long, and only gotten more exhausted with my life. Now, with everything tied up nicely, I can finally rest," He turned to look at the screen, gazing at Lucille, "Just like you, my fellow scientist. All things must end someday. As with your painful past."
He raised the gun to his head.
"So to with my painful existence."
Sans pulled the trigger.
*click*
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
