"Tyson stop this! Please!" You begged. Tyson only laughed.

"Oh right. Sans is still there and he trusts you! Let's see how you fair when the newest Sans fights you!" He said. Sans disappeared, but in his place was a brand new version. The Sans you knew.

You kept quiet, hoping he wouldn't hear you. Too late. He saw you and growled.

"You know how much I've had it with you!?" His voice boomed. You ducked behind the sofa.

"Do you!?" He yelled again, lifting the couch in magic. He flung it across the room as it broke into pieces, leaving you in the open with a very angry magical skeleton.

"Sans! Stop! It wasn't me! I swear!!" You say. Sans soon towered over your quivering form, sneering.

"Oh yea! It was Chara wasn't it! The goody-two-shoes!? Your child!" He spat. You cowered away.

"As if I'm going to believe that bull crap!" He snapped. A soul appeared in front of you, the one beautiful (f/c) now a prominent blue. He shot his hand upwards and you flew up with it. He clenched his fist and you felt like you were being strangled.

"Sans! S-s-stop! P-please!" You pleaded. He let you fall the six feet you had between your toes and the ground below.  It hurt a lot once you hit the ground.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't scramble your insides right now!" He barked at you. You panicked.

"I-I...I..." You said.

"Hmph! I thought so! Now DIE!" He said. He lifted you up again and started to shake you violently. You vomited, unable to sustain the intensity of the magic. Suddenly you dropped to the floor yet again. Sans had disappeared and Tyson was roaring with laughter.

"You fool! You thought I'd kill you!? Ha! How stupid! You need to stay alive for my plan after all!" He mocked. You growled, but then threw up again. You were dizzy.

You were surrounded by darkness again.