Sans shook his head, hiding his feelings behind a smile.
"...Ah! I think so. That nightmare... was a little too real..."
"...Sans? Would you... like to tell me about that dream?"
The knife cut a vicious arc, its blade slashing upward across his unsuspecting brother's chest. Blood gushed out at once.
That unforgettable memory surged back, and Sans still remembered how he had endured that stretch of time.
"...No, I don't think there was much to that dream."
Sans perked up a little and spread his hands at Papyrus (Sans's signature gesture!!).
Watching Sans's gesture, Papyrus froze for a brief moment.
"Hmm... looks like you don't really want to tell me? But that's all right! I, the great Papyrus, know how to cheer you up!!"
With an exaggerated flourish, Papyrus invited Sans upstairs.
"First! You need a good night's sleep! Then, tomorrow we'll go check the puzzles together!!!"
"No, I think I'm fine right here?"
"Huh??! Why!!!"
"Let me think. Because of those stairs?"
"What's wrong with the stairs?!?!!"
Sans smiled and offered Papyrus a pun.
"Hmm... probably because... like you, they're always up to something?"
That one sentence left Papyrus stunned for two and a half seconds.
"Go to bed!!! Right now!!!"
Papyrus hoisted Sans onto his shoulder and headed up to the second floor.
"Murder, what point do you think we're at?"
Holding Murder's hand, Killer strolled through the snow-covered town.
Come to think of it, where was Insanity? How come only these two main characters were left??
Well, Killer had indeed pulled both of them into the timeline with her earlier.
But by the time Killer woke up groggily in a snowdrift, only Murder remained beside her.
If she had to be honest, Killer wasn't all that worried about Insanity.
Small and short as she looked,