In MHA with Sans's powers

Here you go! I just wanted to say I'll only be updating every weekend. My brother left and he wrote some pretty decent chapters. It's me! I'm back baby!!!

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[General POV]

Ever wonder what it's like to take a life? I won't lie and say it's some mind-shattering, life-altering experience. It's not like the movies where you stare at your hands, trembling, whispering "What have I done?"

Nah. It's quieter than that.

At least, for me.

I've seen enough death in horror movies to be numb to it. But that doesn't mean I like it. It doesn't mean I don't think about it afterward.

The thing is, some people? They don't get to walk away. They don't get second chances. Not everyone has a SAVE or a RESET.

I get why Sans did what he did in the Genocide Timeline. I get why he kept fighting, even when he knew it wouldn't matter. That final attack—one last desperate move. That message after he was spared lingered in my mind even in my new life. Imagine telling that to someone you killed...To your former friend...

"If we're really friends… you won't come back."

Even now, that line sticks with me.

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[Iruma's POV – The Hunt]

Jinzo Fujimura.

Human trafficker. Organ harvester. Drug pusher. Inforcer. A big name in the underworld, but not the kind that gets their face on the news. Nah, he was the type who worked in the shadows, pulling strings, making sure the right people stayed silent. A true Yakuza bastard in every sense...well traitor at least.

Problem was—I don't stay silent.

Two weeks of tracking his movements, figuring out his routine. He was cautious, but not perfect. Every man has habits. Every man has weaknesses. And tonight?

Tonight was his last mistake.

The alley was dark, secluded, a forgotten sliver of the city where screams died before they could reach anyone's ears. I stood on a rooftop above, staring down at him. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips, his suit wrinkled like he'd been at some bar, celebrating something. Maybe a deal closed. Maybe another life ruined.

Didn't matter.

I stepped off the ledge, landing soundlessly behind him. He didn't even flinch. My mask covered my face, but my glowing left eye cast a faint blue light against the brick wall.

"Do you think even the worst person can change?"

My voice was casual, almost lazy, but the weight behind it was impossible to ignore.

Jinzo turned, blinking at me like I was some street punk who wandered into the wrong part of town.

"The hell? Who the fuck are you?"

I tilted my head. "Just a guy with a question."

His scowl deepened. "You got five seconds to get lost, kid."

I sighed.

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

Before he could react, a bone shot up from the ground, spearing straight through his jaw and out the top of his skull. The force lifted him onto his toes for half a second before his body went limp.

Dead.

The cigarette slipped from his lips, landing with a soft hiss in a puddle at his feet.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders. There it was again—that emptiness. No satisfaction, no guilt. Just a job done.

I raised a hand, summoning a cage of bones around his corpse. Above me, a Gaster Blaster hummed to life, its skeletal jaw opening wide as blue energy crackled within. The heat made the air shimmer.

Fifteen seconds.

The light grew blinding.

Ten.

The hum turned into a roar.

Five.

I turned away.

BOOM.

A flash of blue. The ground trembled. When it faded, all that was left was a pile of ash, the bones scorched black.

I reached down and picked up something small—a bloodied wristwatch. A cheap one, cracked at the edges.

I turned it over in my fingers before slipping it into my pocket.

"Guess you won't need that anymore. I need proof of the kill."

Then, with a small jump, I was gone.

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[Orphanage – Iruma & Astro's Room]

Home.

The room was the same as always—dimly lit, a little messy, but comfortable. Astro wasn't back yet. Good. I moved quickly, shoving the bag of cash under the bunk bed.

Then, teleporting to Oni-san's room, I tucked a stack of bills into her bag and scrawled a quick note.

"People like you deserve happiness. – Anonymous"

Satisfied, I vanished again, reappearing just as the door swung open.

Astro walked in, towel-drying his hair, grinning like he just won a fight.

"Yo, Sans! You shoulda seen me today, man—I absolutely wrecked this tree. Thing never stood a chance."

I snorted. "Damn. That tree had a family, dude."

He laughed, tossing the towel over his shoulder. Then he paused, squinting at me.

"…You feel different."

I tensed. "Huh?"

"I dunno. Something's off. Maybe I'm just imagining things." He shrugged, brushing it off.

Before I could answer, something flickered in my vision.

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Iruma Dreemur

❤️💚💙💙💛💜🧡

LV: 2

Titles: The Judge

MP: ??? (Not measured)

Attacks: (Tap for info)

Skills: (Tap for info)

Items Storage: (Tap for info)

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My breath caught in my throat.

LV… 2?

I stared at it, my chest tightening.

This wasn't over.

It was only the beginning.

Astro raised an eyebrow. "Yo, you good? You look like you saw a ghost."

I forced a grin, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Heh. Something like that."

[Iruma's POV – A Heavy Weight]

I stood there, staring at the floating numbers only I could see.

LV: 2.

I never thought I'd see it change. I never wanted to see it change.

One kill. Just one… and everything shifts.

I forced my breath to steady, my hands tightening into fists inside my hoodie pocket. I couldn't let Astro see anything was wrong. The guy had a talent for sniffing out bullshit, and the last thing I needed was him prying.

"Heh. Something like that."

I threw the words out casually, pairing them with a half-hearted smirk. It worked—mostly. Astro gave me a skeptical look but shrugged, flopping onto his bed like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Well, whatever. If you did see a ghost, tell 'em I said 'sup.'" He yawned, stretching his arms behind his head. "I'm beat. Been training all day. What about you? You get up to anything interesting?"

I hesitated.

"Nah. Just ran some errands."

Technically not a lie. Just… not the whole truth.

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[Nightmares of the Past]

That night, sleep came in short, restless waves. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that alley. The cigarette. The puddle. The way Jinzo's body had twitched when the bone impaled him—like some broken puppet with its strings cut.

And the worst part?

It didn't feel wrong.

It should have. It should have haunted me.

But instead, all I could think was: One less monster in the world.

The dream shifted.

I was standing in the Underground.

Not the bright, hopeful version where Frisk had led everyone to freedom. No, this was different. The air was heavy, thick with dust. Piles of it lined the ground, a soft, gray carpet of lives erased.

And in front of me…

A lone figure in a blue hoodie.

His hands were in his pockets, his single glowing eye staring straight into me.

Sans.

Or maybe…

Maybe it was me.

"LV 2, huh?" His voice was light, almost amused, but his eye bore into me like he could see everything. "Guess you finally stepped over that line."

I clenched my jaw. "He deserved it."

"Heh. That's what they all say."

The world shifted again. The ground cracked, the dust swirling up like a storm. The air felt wrong. My vision blurred, and suddenly, I wasn't me anymore.

I was them.

The ones I had fought. The ones I had judged.

Chara.

The human who had carved their way through the Underground, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

I could feel it—that weight in my hands. That thrill of power.

And I hated it.

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[Morning – Iruma & Astro's Room]

I woke up with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright. Sweat clung to my skin, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free.

The LV 2 notification still hovered in my vision. A cruel, silent reminder.

Across the room, Astro was still asleep, snoring lightly, drool pooling on his pillow.

For a moment, I just… sat there. Listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Letting it ground me.

Finally, I forced myself to move, slipping out of bed as quietly as I could.

I needed air.

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[Orphanage Rooftop – The Confession]

The rooftop was cold, the early morning wind biting through my hoodie. I pulled it tighter around myself, staring out at the city below.

Everything looked so… normal.

People going about their lives, unaware of the monsters lurking in the shadows. Unaware of the monsters standing right beside them.

Unaware of me.

I pulled the bloodied wristwatch from my pocket, turning it over in my fingers. The cracks caught the light, tiny fractures in the glass.

I should've felt something.

Guilt. Regret. Anything.

But all I felt was… tired.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

I didn't jump at the voice. I already knew who it was.

Astro plopped down beside me, yawning. His hair was messy, sticking up in every direction. He rubbed his eyes before shooting me a look.

"You've been acting weird, Sans. Don't think I didn't notice."

I stayed silent.

Astro leaned back, resting on his palms. "You know… Oni San always told me somethin'. Said when you start feelin' like there's a war goin' on inside you, you gotta talk to someone before it eats you alive."

I let out a dry chuckle. "That advice ever work for you?"

He smirked. "Nope. But hey, worth a shot, right?"

I exhaled through my nose, rolling the watch between my fingers. Overhaul let me keep it as a Momento for my first job.

After a long pause, I finally said it.

I killed someone

Astro didn't flinch. Didn't react the way I thought he would. No shock. No anger. He just… looked at me. Studying me like he was trying to see past my words.

"…And?"

I blinked. "And? That's all you have to say?"

He shrugged. "You don't look like someone who wanted to kill. You look like someone who thought they had no other choice."

I clenched my jaw. "Maybe there wasn't."

"Maybe." He sighed, scratching his head. "Look, man. I ain't gonna sit here and preach about right or wrong. The world ain't that simple. But if you're feelin' like crap about it, that's a good thing."

I frowned. "Why?"

"'Cause it means you're still you."

That caught me off guard.

Astro stretched, standing up. "But hey, if you ever do start feeling like a heartless killing machine, lemme know, yeah? I'll knock some sense into you."

I snorted. "Like you could take me."

He grinned. "Damn right, I couldn't. But I'd still try."

For the first time that morning, my chest felt just a little lighter.

Maybe I wasn't completely lost yet.

Maybe there was still time...

But deep down, I knew this wasn't over.

LV 2 was just the start.

And something told me…

It wouldn't stop there.