It as very uncomfortable situation, with multiple copies and originals all around.

Sans would admit not being the most social, his heath.. issues didn't help.

It didn't help, that part of his soul screamed that something horrible would happen if he touched anyone.

Which was strange, as he'd touched people in the past.

Probably not to think on it, just one of those weird feelings he got sometimes after his illness struck.

He sighed and tried to curl his entire body int the inside of his jacket, the stress of so many people around him were starting to get to him.

Papyrus didn't look to happy either, as he could tell Sans was pretending to feel better then he actually was. The royal judge should still be resting at home.

Why had they agreed to this?

"Can I have everyone's attention please!" Dream called from the front.

The crowds around them didn't seem to notice.

"Everyone!" Dream called, finally gathering everyone's attention.

Silence filled the meeting.

"We have a situation, Reaper apparently has gone missing. Due to resets it wasn't noticed right away, he went on Vacation and just vanished. It was suppose to be three months.. and now he's been missing for a hundred years," Ink said from beside the guardian of positivity.

Murmurs filled the room.

"Grim is searching as much as he can, but we don't know what type of condition he will be in if he is found," Dream continued "We have set up a network and some contact lists, so if anyone knows anything or hears anything the lines are open. I'll be passing you the contact lists as you leave."

"Was... was it the destroyer?" a voice asked quivering in fear, worried voice filled the air.

"No, it was not the error. This we confirmed," Ink replied, there was some relief at that.

Sans sighed and looked around the crowd, taking in the varied looks of certain Sans.

Horns.

More Horns.

Claws and Fangs.

Tails.

And oh look wings.

He swore the voices had no imagination.

'Voices' he thought blinking, what voices?

Then his eyelights ended on a being tat others avoided a bit, might be because of the glitches and blood. He had a scowl on his face, and his singular eyelight looked like he was ready to murder someone.

Probably Ink.

'Wow' Sans thought in awe 'Hes awesome'

Let it not be said that parts of Reaper did not bleed though.

Sans slipped away from his brother and through the crowds of Sans and Papyri, careful not to jostle or bump into any of them, as they talked among themselves and threw questions at the one son the stage.

"Hello there," Sans said to the other Sans, a singular eyelight shaded with determination turned to stare at him.

"What do you want?" the other asked, there voice had a random glitch every now and then that caused those around them to wince.

"Would you take it personal, if I said you were Deathly beautiful?" Sans said with a slow smile.

"I'd have to bury you ten feet under," the other said.

"Ten, not six?" he asked.

"Ten," the other said.