"NO!!!!!!"
Once again, the events of the nightmare appeared vividly in Sans's mind, as though he were living through them.
The sight of Papyrus dying in that empty expanse of snow never stopped stabbing at Sans's mind.
"No, no, no, no, no-don't, don't make me see this again..."
Terrifying blue flames blazed up around Sans, sending the living room furniture floating into the air-
Sans curled into a ball, no longer able to tell dreams from reality.
His Gravity Magic began to spiral out of control. The television, coffee table, sofa, and even Sans himself began floating in the air.
And countless bones began appearing in midair, beyond his control.
"Papyrus...don't leave me again...Papyrus..."
The commotion Sans was making in the living room woke Papyrus. Holding his head, he came out to check on Sans.
"Big brother...were you calling me...?"
The moment he stepped out, Papyrus was startled by the sheer number of objects in the air.
Sans's blue flames clung to them, and the entire living room-even Sans himself-was engulfed in roaring magical fire.
Sans floated in the air, curled into a ball, seemingly murmuring Papyrus's name over and over.
"S-SANS!!?"
Papyrus rushed over to Sans, trying to calm him down.
"Sans, calm down...Sans! I'm here! Papyrus is right here!!!"
He circled the ball Sans had curled into and found where Sans had tucked his head.
"I'm right here!"
Papyrus immediately held Sans's head steady with both hands, making him take a good, close look at him.
"Sans!!!"
Hearing his brother's call, a glimmer of blue flashed in Sans's pitch-black pupils, and Papyrus came into view.
"I'm right here...Sans, look at me...whatever you saw in your dream, it wasn't real. I'm right here, safe and sound, aren't I?"
With Papyrus cradling his cheeks, the pupil in Sans's right eye