Susan JessicaAh, Undertale. That game where you face off against monsters, make choices that really mess with your emotions, and learn just how much a video game can make you feel like an absolute failure. And then, there’s Sans Undertale. This laid-back skeleton who might crack a joke one second, and then try to send you straight to the afterlife the next. I thought I could beat him. I really did. Spoiler: I didn’t. Instead, I spent the whole battle laughing—not because it was funny, but because the whole thing was so absurd, I couldn’t help myself.
The Lead-Up to Meeting Sans
Okay, so before we even talk about the actual battle, let me set the stage. If you’ve played Undertale, you know the drill. Most characters have their thing, right? Some are tough, some are cute, and some just want to give you puzzles to solve. But Sans Undertale? He’s the chillest of them all, always cracking jokes, making puns, and acting like he’s just hanging out. He’s like the guy at a party who’s always got a snarky comment ready—harmless, right?
Except… there’s something about him. Like, I kept hearing whispers, y’know? “Oh, Sans is tough.” “You should be careful with Sans Undertale, he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve.” Okay, sure, a few tricks. No big deal. I figured, “He’s a laid-back skeleton, how tough can he be?” Fast forward past three failed attempts—yeah, I was wrong.
Here We Go—The Fight
So the moment I actually meet Sans Undertale, I get this weird vibe. He’s standing there, grinning, making jokes. It’s like we’re about to play a game of cards or something. Easy peasy, right? At first, his attacks are a breeze. Small bones floating around? Yeah, I can dodge that. I’m totally fine. His jokes? They’re still there, and I’m chuckling, thinking, “This is it. I’ve got this in the bag.”
But then… wait, what? Suddenly, these bones start coming at me faster. And there are more of them. Like, way more. My health’s dropping, and now I’m the one cracking jokes—mainly, “What the heck am I doing wrong?” and, “Why does he keep throwing bones at me like he’s auditioning for a skeleton circus?”
You know that feeling when you think you’ve got the upper hand, but then the other guy pulls out an unexpected move? Yeah, Sans Undertale had that move. It wasn’t even just the speed of his attacks—it was the unpredictability. One second, he’s cracking jokes, and the next, you’re in a barrage of bones and lasers, trying to figure out how to stay alive. Talk about whiplash.
Wait… How Am I Supposed to Dodge This?
Look, I’m gonna be real. Dodging Sans’s attacks was like trying to dodge traffic in downtown Chicago during rush hour—blindfolded. Seriously. The first few rounds? I thought I had it all figured out. I was weaving around bones like a pro. But fast forward a few more attempts, and I was getting hit by every single thing that came at me. Bones were flying, lasers were zipping, and I was just trying to keep my cool.
Here’s the kicker, though: Sans didn’t even break a sweat. I kept getting smacked, and he’s just standing there, all chill, like this was the easiest thing in the world. At one point, I swear he even yawned. Yeah, Sans Undertale, I see you acting like it’s no big deal while I’m over here on my 13th attempt, wondering if my controller’s cursed.
Pro tip: I learned (the hard way) that you need to focus. Don’t let the chaos get to you. It’s all about dodging, weaving, and praying. Maybe the prayer part doesn’t work, but you can’t fault me for trying.
More Than Just a Fight—It’s About the Mind Game
This wasn’t just a battle. It was a mind game. The longer I fought, the more I realized that Sans Undertale was playing a different game than I was. It wasn’t just about surviving the attack—it was about outsmarting him. He was constantly one step ahead. I was trying to dodge his bones, but he was reading my moves, anticipating my next step. It was like trying to beat a chess master when you can barely remember the rules.
And then… I had a thought. Maybe this is just some weird trick. Maybe this isn’t about winning at all. Maybe I just have to hang in there long enough for Sans to tire out. Because that’s what he wanted me to do, right? Give up. He wanted me to fail, and there I was, falling into the trap over and over again.
Laughing at the Chaos
Okay, so now we’re getting to the part where I realized I was losing—but, like, laughing at the same time. I was getting pummeled by bones, lasers, and whatever else Sans Undertale threw at me. And you know what? It was hilarious. Not because it was easy—far from it. But because of how absurd it all was. One second, I’m dodging bones, the next, Sans is cracking a pun about my dodging skills. It felt like I was stuck in some weird comedy routine, only the punchline was that I was getting wrecked.
The thing is, I kept thinking: This is it. This is the moment I’m gonna win. And then, I’d mess up. I swear I was playing whack-a-mole, except I was the mole, and I just kept popping up into the wrong place at the wrong time. And Sans Undertale? He just kept laughing at me.
Anyway, it got to a point where I just started to laugh along with him. “I can’t even be mad anymore,” I thought. “This is one hell of a game, and Sans Undertale is the mastermind.”
Beating Sans (Or, Trying To)
Did I finally beat Sans Undertale? I mean, I did, eventually. After losing countless times, I finally got it right. There’s a weird kind of satisfaction in finally overcoming that challenge. But it wasn’t the victory that made the battle so memorable. No, it was the entire experience. Every failed attempt, every bone that hit me at just the wrong moment, every single time I thought I could dodge better—it was all worth it.
Let me tell you, Sans is a genius. He’s not just a tough opponent, he’s an unforgettable one. And here’s the thing: when I finally beat him, I couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t just the fact that I won; it was that I had spent so much time battling, losing, and failing. And somehow, that felt like a victory in itself.
Final Thoughts: Sans Wins in the End
Did I think I could beat Sans Undertale? Of course, I did. I thought I was prepared for this fight, like I was some seasoned Undertale veteran. But the moment I saw that grin, heard that pun, and dodged my first set of bones, I knew I was in for more than I’d bargained for.
But you know what? In the end, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sans Undertale is a reminder that sometimes the hardest battles are the ones that teach us the most. And yeah, sometimes those battles are full of ridiculous jokes and impossible odds. I may not have won right away, but the fight with Sans is one I’ll remember—and laugh about—forever.
