Your felt yourself go numb.

Your hands were shaking.

You could barely even breath.

Your eyes blurred in and out of focus as you read the accursed paper.

"Mr. Sans,

I don't know whether or not it's been brought to your attention or it's just slipped your mind, but you haven't been returning my letters so I can only hope you just aren't getting them. I haven't received any payment for Y/n's work for the past few months, and I'm not sure me or my child will be able to last another month. I have to ask for sake of peace in mind, is Y/n okay? Did she get hurt? Is she still alive? Those are the only reasons I can think of that we haven't receive payment, other than her abandoning us. And if that's the case... please tell her we're sorry.

Please reply,"

You saw your mother's signature at the bottom of the page, the familiar loops and turns filling you with sick memories.

When you had decided to search through Master Sans room, you had expected to find mysteries. Answers. Questions, even.

But, not this.

Not this.

You dropped the letter like it was fire. Like it would burn you if you held it any longer.

A mix of emotions scratched at your insides, tearing your organs into pieces. Grief. Anger. Fear. Betrayal.

Your heart broke for your family. For your sibling. You thought that if Master Sans understood one thing about you, it was that you loved your sibling as much as he loved his. Then why would he hurt them? Hurt you? Did he truly think so lowly of humanity that he'd push them to starvation and slavery? Did he truly think so lowly of you? You thought... You thought the two of you had reached an understanding. That maybe, you were getting somewhere with him. That maybe, you could...

Your body snapped, your hands flying to catch your shaking head. How could he?! How could he?! You gave him your life! You gave him your freedom, your servitude, your body! You gave him your loyalty, your love, your heart! You gave him your resolve, your ambitions, your soul! Anything he asked, you gave it to him! And for what? So you could let what's left of your family STARVE and ROT! WHY?!

Your soul froze over, as if all anger was washed away with ice in a second. What would he do when he found out you went into his room? Looked through his things? Found out his secrets? Found out his betrayal? Would he hurt you? Break you into submission once again? Or would he finally just end the deed, his obvious disdain for humanity turning to you.

Your breath went uneven. You knew you were out of your own mind, you were unable to think clearly. You slid to your knees. You thought over the past months, trying to find any reason why he would do this to you. To you, who gave him everything. But the only thing you could remember was the locks around your actions, the bolts drilled into your conviction, the chains around your will with every order, command, and dictation your Masters gave you, only reminding you of their...

B e t r a y a l . . . .

You hated this. You hated their lies and their secrets and their demands coated in sweet sugars and declarations of love. You couldn't hate them, you could never hate them. But you couldn't let things continue. You. Just. Couldn't.

But how? How could you escape this? How could you escape their locks, bolts, and chains? Their lies and sugars and secrets and love? They would lock you up even further if you tried to escape or ask them to leave, and they would kill you if you tried to go to the police or other humans. There was no escape...

No escape!?

N o E s C a P e - !

The words drove you insane, your hands going to your eyes and scratching at your scalp. You couldn't accept it, you wouldn't! There had to be another way! There had to be-!

...

You stopped.

There was.

You could make it gentle. You could be kind about it. How terrible could death be, anyway? If you let them all free, none of them would have anybody to grieve over, and none would grieve over them. You would make sure it wouldn't hurt to much.

You would give them a merciful death.

You stopped yourself. What were you thinking? Are you even capable of doing such a thing? How could you, who had always believed both humanity and monsterkind were good, murder another living being?

But how could death be any worse than your own personal torment? Was murder even close in maleficence to continuing and evergoing torture? You knew if they had their way, you'd be their slave for the end of your life.

And they always had their way.

You couldn't live like this. Not anymore. Not when you knew they were lying to you this whole time.

No more.

You stood up. You had to do this.

You were filled with...

D E T E R M I N A T I O N.

---

"MS. Y/N!" Blue bound towards you, stars in his eyes. "I HEARD YOU WERE CALLING FOR ME!"

You smiled, standing up straight and looking at him from behind the counter in the kitchen. "I was, Master Blue."

His face lit up with a cyan blue, his smile wider than anything you've seen in awhile. "REALLY?! HOW WONDERFUL! I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT FOR, MS. Y/N!"

You set down a lovely tray of decorated frosted and sugary cookies in an assortment of different shapes. "Well, actually I was hoping you'd want to join me for a late morning snack?"

"YOU WANT ME TO EAT COOKIES WITH YOU?!" The excitement in his features was unparalleled. "OF COURSE! I'D LOVE TO!"

He quickly sat down on a bar stool and clapped his hands together enthusiastically.

"I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU WERE FEELING DOWN, BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN SO DISTANT LATELY... BUT NOW I SEE THAT'S NOT THE CASE!"

"How curious." You simply said, placing the frosted cookies on a plate.

"BECAUSE YOU'D TELL ME IF ANYTHING WAS WRONG, RIGHT?" Blue inquired, slightly nervous.

Your eyes softened. "Of course, Master Blue. You'd be the first I'd let know."

Blue's smile widened. He lowered his head, bashfully, voicing a couple of incoherent noises as the blue on his face began to light up the room.

You set down the cookies in front of him with a smile, and he immediately picked up a star cookie. "T-THANKS! THESE LOOK SUPER DELICIOUS! ALL THANKS TO YOUR AMAZING COOKING, NO DOUBT!"

"Thank you, Master Blue."

Blue beamed, before opening his mouth to take a bite. But before he could sink his teeth in, he looked back to you curiously. "ARE YOU NOT GOING TO TRY ONE?"

"I'm not to hungry, right now."

"THEN WHY DID YOU WANT TO SHARE A SNACK?" He cocked his head.

"Because I wanted to spend time with you." You closed your eyes, thoughtfully.

This made Blue jump with a start, before he almost melted into his stool. "R-R-REALLY? AWWW, WOWIE! I-I LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU, TOO! WE SHOULD DO IT MORE OFTEN! DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY NEW PUZZLE AFTER THIS? IT'S A REALLY COOL ONE!"

"I do."

Blue beamed like it was his birthday, before he took a huge bite of his cookie. "MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME CHOOSE WHAT STICKERS TO PUT ON IT! I WAS THINKING SPACESHIP ONES, BUT LATELY I'VE REALLY BEEN INTO-!"

Blue stopped.

"What's wrong, Master Blue?" You asked.

Blue shook his head, "SORRY, I THINK I GOT SOME FROSTING STUCK IN MY TEETH." His glowing cyan tongue trailed over his teeth before he kept talking. "BUT ANYWAY, YOU CAN HELP DECORATE IT! WOULDN'T THAT BE FUN?!"

"The funnest." You smiled. You looked down, deep in thought, before you looked back up to Blue seriously. "Master Blue?"

"YES?" He asked, crumbs on his face and still chewing.

"Is there anything... important you'd like to do right now?"

"IMPORTANT?" Blue looked up, a finger to his jaw in thought. "LIKE WHAT?"

"Anything you'd want to do now just in any case you'd have to leave for a long time?"

Blue giggled, his face lit up in amusement. "WHAT A WEIRD QUESTION! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE, MS. Y/N!"

You glanced up at the unsuspecting monster, before your face molded into a welcoming smile. "That's good. That makes me happy."

Blue glowed with pure bliss, "M-ME TOO!"

You put a hand to your mouth in surprise, "Oh, I almost forgot! Would you like sprinkles on that?"

Blue stopped chewing to excitedly jump up, "DO I?! YES PLEASE! SPRINKLES ALWAYS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER!"

You turned around, before coming back with a lovely jar of blue sprinkles. Blue held out his plate with a smile, and you poured the jar over his plate.

"THE MORE YOU PUT ON, THE BETTER THEY'LL BE!"

"I couldn't agree more, Master."

Blue took his plate back and licked his teeth with hunger. With an unsuspecting motion, Blue slowly sunk his teeth into the soft and cushioned star-shaped cookie coated in blue sprinkles.

"I'm sorry."

Blue cocked his head to the side, "SORRY? WHAT FO- !!"

Blue fell to the floor, coughing hysterically. You calmly walked around the counter to face him.

"I didn't know how the poison would effect monsters... but it seems to be taking a longer and more painful time to kill you."

Blue began to vomit spurts of what you could only assume was bone marrow.

"Surprisingly," You monologued. "This isn't making me as sad as I thought it would..."

Blue gasped for air, coughing out remnants of his bile.

"I'm only sorry this is so hard for you..." You knelt down and tilted him up by his chin. His eyelights were dim and shaky with pain. "It'll be over soon, I promise."

And you were right. After one more fit of violent coughing, his body went limp. You turned him over, his eyelights completely out. Before long, his body deteriorated into dust. You had heard about how monsters' bodies turned to dust when they died, but you didn't believe it was true.

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. Blue was gone.

Your LV and EXP increased.

And there were five left.

---

"hey, y/n?" Orange scratched the back of his head, looking around. "have you seen blue? he said he wanted me to help him with his puzzle, but i can't find him anywhere..."

You tilted your head, pouring the dustpan's contents into the trash. "Not especially recently, no. Do you think he left somewhere?"

Orange looked to you for just a moment, before he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "maybe. i don't know, the bike's still out in the garage..."

"How curious... But I'm sure he'll show up eventually, he always does. Would you like me to make you some tea in the meantime?"

Orange's eyelights quickly scanned you for just a moment, searching your face for something. When you tilted your head to the side with confusion, he stopped. "yeah, sure..."

You nodded turning around and going to the cabinets to get a teacup.

"so when did you see him last?" Orange strolled around the counter, closer to you.

"He was in the kitchen looking for a snack last I saw him, Master."

"really?" Orange edged closer to you. "when was that?"

"Earlier, this morning." You pulled a teacup out.

"hmm. that wasn't too long ago. and where did he go after that?"

You turned around and opened your mouth to talk, when you dropped the teacup be seeing his closeness. "Oh!" You quickly bent down to clean up the mess. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-!"

"don't worry about it." He said absentmindedly, watching your actions.

You began picking up the glass pieces with your bare hands, causing Orange to furrow his brow. Eventually, he bent over and started taking the pieces. "don't pick it up with your bare hands, you'll cut yoursel- ow!"

You dropped the pieces to bring your hands to your mouth, "Oh my goodness, are you okay?"

Orange seemed a bit surprised by your urgency. "yeah, yeah, it's no big deal."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! If I hadn't-!"

"no, y/n really." Orange smiled. "i'm good. see? only a little cut." He showcased his minor cut, a bead of marrow forming on his phalange.

You furrowed your brow, "Master Orange, you're bleeding!"

"marrowing, actually."

"You know that's not the point!" You exhaled exaggeratedly.

Orange chuckled, his eyelights brightening. "heheh, didn't know you were so worried about me."

"Of course I worry about you...here." You got up and picked up a cloth from the counter. You rinsed it with water, before turning back around and dabbing it on his wound.

"aww, well if you promise to be more careful next time," Orange grinned. "i guess i'll let you off the hook."

You sighed, "I promise." You picked up the remaining pieces with the napkin and threw them away.

"there's a good girl!" He teased, standing back up.

You almost rolled your eyes, before asking, "Black tea with extra honey?"

"you know me well." He closed his eye(sockets?), before going back to sit down at the counter.

"I do." You smiled, before going to the pantry to make his tea.

Orange hummed as he watched you making the tea, before asking, "so what have you been upto today?"

Your eyes never left your work. "Nothing you would care to hear about."

"really? are you sure about that?" He tilted his head, eyeing you once more.

"Relatively." You said, pouring the honey in, looking back to Orange.

"well, i'll trust your judgement, then." His eyelights searched your face once more.

You picked up the teacup by the plate, and handed it to Orange. "Here you are, Master Orange."

Orange looked to the cup, then to you, his expression unmoving. He took the cup. "thanks."

"Of course."

Taking his slightly cut hand, he picked up the teacup and brought it to his teeth. But he didn't drink. "do you really want me to drink this?"

"Yes." You said.

Orange set down the cup. "did you honestly think i wouldn't notice?"

"No, I had a feeling you would."

Orange exhaled, "where's blue?"

You didn't say anything.

Orange stood up. "where's blue?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

Orange stopped. He seemed to be searching for an answer. "well, you did just try to kill me..."

"What do you mean try?"

Orange froze. "you-?"

"Laced the cup with wolfsbane." You nodded to the teacup.

Orange closed his eye(sockets?) and breathed in deeply. "how long?"

"With the cut on your hand? A few moments and you'll go numb."

Bones immediately shot up to your neck, but stopped when Orange fell to his knees. He cursed lowly, underneath his breath.

You stepped around the bones. "I guess it's lucky it kicked in so soon."

"heh, lucky?" Orange breathed heavy.

You sat him up, noticing the pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

"where's blue?"

"It won't after too long."

"where's. blue."

You looked down, before looking back up into his dimming eyelights. "Do you want me to lie or tell you the truth?"

Orange looked conflicted, before saying, "lie to me."

"He's picking out stickers for his new puzzle at the store. He told me he wanted to get rocketships because he thinks those ones are cool."

Orange relaxed. "...liar..."

Orange disintegrated into dust.

Your LV and EXP increased.

Two down, you just had four more.

---

"SLAVE!" You heard from upstairs. "I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE!"

"Coming, Master Black!" You called up to him.

You made your way up the stairs, and followed the loud voice into the second room of the second floor. Black's room.

Black was sitting in front of a vanity, admiring himself, when you entered his room.

"Yes, Master Black?" You asked.

"FETCH ME MY GLOVES AND SCARF! I NEED THEM. I'M GOING OUT."

"Of course." You left the room to go get his accessories.

You had often times felt like strangling Black, especially with the way he's treated you, but you never thought you'd actually end up planning his death. For him, you felt the need to be sadistic and prolong his death, but you knew you cared for him too much for that. You'd make it as least painful as you could. Plus, it would be easier for you if you ended it fast.

You knew you had to be rougher with Black and Red, though. Their LV was higher than the others, meaning their defense and attack would be too. Not to mention their strength and aggression was not something to mess with.

But if you could get Black, Red would be easy. And you knew how to get Black.

You returned to the dark room, the red gloves and scarf in your arms.

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!" He complained.

"My apologies, Master Black." You said, before coming to his side.

He held out his arm to take the gloves and scarf, but instead of giving them to him, you slid one of the gloves on for him. Black looked surprised to you at first, but just turned back to the mirror, allowing it.

You went to his other side, sliding on another glove. You stepped in between him and the vanity.

"DO YOU MIND?" He hissed, annoyed. "I'M TRYING TO-!"

You wrapped the scarf around his neck twice in a specific position, your hands lingering.

Black blinked, "YOU, UH, WRAPPED THAT AROUND IN A WEIRD ANGLE..." He said, distracted by your touch. "WHAT ARE YOU-?"

"You know, you really do look cool." You mused, honestly. "Master Red thinks so, too. He loves you alot."

Black turned away from you, "OF COURSE HE DOES! YOU'RE JUST REPEATING FACTS I ALREADY KNOW! WHAT IS YOUR POINT TO ALL OF THIS, SLAVE?"

"I only wish I could've helped you two figure out your relationship better."

"WHAT-?!"

But before he could say anything else, you yanked the two ends of the scarf, twisting his neck into a loud SNAP! His head and body went completely limp. And, like the other two, he deteriorated into dust.

You heard something drop. When you looked to the door, Red was standing at the doorway, his face overcome with shock and grief. A bottle of mustard rolled across the floor.

"b-bro." He just said, looking at his dust like he'd come back. But he didn't, and the dust simple blew away with the open door.

"Oh... Hello." You looked to the empty chair.

"papyrus..." Red staggered to the remains of his brother, running his fingers through his dust. "h-he's..."

"Dead."

"...heh...heheh...hehehahahaha!" Red's face contorted into a twisted and crooked grin. "ahahah! what?!"

"I'm sorry." You looked to him, noticing the red streaks down his eye(sockets?).

"ohstarsohstarsohstarsohstars! ahahahaha! it's really happened, hasn't it!!" He broke down, grasping at Black's dust. "ahahHAHAHAH!"

"I was hoping to tell you instead of you witnessing it."

"ahehehheh, what?" He looked at you, "...heh... heheh... tell me? that's... sick... even for me."

You picked up Black's scarf, and began tying it. "Would you like some help?"

"..."

You handed him the scarf, now tied as a noose.

"... you freak."

Your LV and EXP increased.

With only two more to go.

---

You took a heavy breath. You had been avoiding this, but you knew it had to come eventually.

Papyrus stood alone on the balcony.

If there was anybody you would've spared, it would have been him. Sure, he had his flaws like the rest of them, but he had been nothing but kind to you since you started working there. From the moment you came, his immediate reaction was to try and make you feel at home. Ever since then, he had asked you questions about yourself and followed you around like a lost puppy. He was truly an angel, one that would be the hardest to kill.

But you couldn't subject him through the torment of living by himself, plagued by the grief that his brother and all his 'kinda' relatives were dead.

The least you could do is make this easy on him. Make it painless. Quick. Humane. But you didn't think you could snap his neck like you did with Master Black, not without the help of his scarf and he was already wearing his. But time was running out, and it wouldn't be long until either he or Sans started asking where everyone was.

So you decided it would be best to you grab the knife on your way up.

You slowly ascended the stairs to the balcony, your knife behind your back. As you made your way to him, Master Papyrus noticed you and greeted you with a smile.

"MS. Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE?"

"I saw you from downstairs, and was wondering if you were doing okay, Master Papyrus."

"REALLY? THANKS!" Papyrus rubbed his chin in thought, "THOUGH, I DON'T KNOW WHY I WOULDN'T BE... AT LEAST IT'S GOOD TO KNOW YOU CARE!"

"Of course, Master." You tilted your head, "But I have to ask, what are you doing up here?"

"WELL, NOT TO INSULT YOUR JOB, BUT IT'S SUPER DUSTY INSIDE! IT'S REALLY WEIRD... I THINK YOU SHOULD TRY CLEANING UP AROUND EDGE'S ROOM, IT'S KINDA REALLY DUSTY OVER THERE!"

"You don't say?" You took step closer towards him.

"YEAH, I DID SAY!" Papyrus smiled, "HE MUST BE DOING SOME KIND OF WORKSHOP STUFF, OR MAYBE HE'S TORTURING ANOTHER MONSTER WITH RED? IT'S KINDA HARD TO TELL WITH THOSE TWO..."

"I'm sure it is." You took another step.

"SAY, WHAT DO YOU HAVE BEHIND YOUR BACK? YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING IT HIDDEN, AND IT'S MAKING ME REALLY CURIOUS! IS IT SOME KIND OF A SURPRISE?"

"Yes it is, I'm glad you noticed." You were in front of him now. "But you can only see it if you close your eyes."

"WHY?"

"Because it's a surprise."

"...YOU'RE ACTING VERY STRANGE RIGHT NOW, MS. Y/N, IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"

You nodded.

"ARE YOU SURE?"

You wavered. His innocence was getting to you. But you couldn't let it get to your head. You knew the consequences of letting him live, and you wouldn't hurt him like that.

"Papyrus, close your eyes."

Papyrus stopped at your order, "WOW, UHM, YOU'RE VERY SERIOUS, HUH?"

"I am."

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN ADDRESS ME OR ANYTHING!"

"Papyrus." You exhaled, shakily. "Please."

His expression softened. "YOU'RE... IN PAIN OVER SOMETHING?"

"I am."

"OH... WILL ME CLOSING MY EYES MAKE IT BETTER?"

"It will."

"OKAY.... ALRIGHT... IF IT'LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER... THE GREAT PAPYRUS ALWAYS HELPS HIS FRIENDS!" Papyrus closed his eyes with completely trust and triumph. It only made it worse.

"Thank you... and... I'm sorry..." You said sincerely.

With a slash from your knife, Papyrus' eye(sockets?) shot open. He was pushed back over the balcony, and with an unbalanced wave of his arms, he fell off. You considered that a gentle mercy, as you couldn't bear to watch your friend deteriorate into dust.

Your LV and EXP increased.

One more.

And you saved the best for last.

---

You walked down the hallway, your knife dragging along the wall. Dust peppered the floor, swaying with your own rhythmic walking. Good thing you didn't have to clean it up.

You made your way to the library, and with a loud shing you pulled your knife behind you.

You felt you wanted some sense of revenge. Revenge for your treatment. Revenge for your family. Revenge for being told nothing but lies. And there was Sans. At the center of it all, the bane of your life. He took everything from you, and you were about to give him the best mercy he can receive. The mercy of being spared a lifetime of loneliness and grief. Maybe you shouldn't kill him? Maybe you should make him live, knowing his brother is gone?

No, you may hate Sans, but you love him as well. Just as you couldn't put Papyrus through that with his brother, you can't put Sans through that alone.

You made it to the library. You opened the door every so slowly, a low creak screaming in the silence.

"Master Sans?" You asked.

Sans looked up from his book, his signature glasses taped to the sides of his skull.

"heh, hey kid, what's up?"

You took a step closer to him. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"welp, i'm doing pretty good." Sans said, holding up a joke book. "just reading the classics."

"I can see that." You took another step closer.

"yeah." He looked to the side. "is it just me, or is it really dusty in here?"

"Maybe it's that I haven't dusted yet." You replied, stepping next to him.

"or maybe it's just the knife behind your back."

"Or maybe it's just the others."

You felt your soul weighted with blue, before you fell to your knees.

"well, i knew i'd happen eventually." Sans stood up, shaking his head. "afterall, you are human."

"You're very specist." You replied.

"you're awfully calm for someone who's going to die."

"I have nothing to lose." You replied calmly, "If you spare me, I'll kill you. If you kill me, you'll live the rest of your life alone."

Sans eyed you, slightly disturbed. "...wow, your only goal is to make sure things go sucky for me. humanity's got a one track mind, huh?"

"This isn't a human thing, this is a you thing."

"i just thought?" Sans started to let his usual smile slide. "that you were different? that you wouldn't try to murder my family?"

"I didn't try."

Sans looked at you confused.

"I just did it."

Sans started to sweat, "who-?"

"All of them."

You felt gravity pulling you to the wall, and with a loud SLAM you hit the furniture behind you.

"papyrus-?"

"Was the hardest. I was gentle, though."

Sans looked away, unable to look you in the eyes. "...and you call us monsters."

"An eye for an eye."

Sans looked at you, "what do you-?"

Your eyes went ice cold, "You let my family starve. For months. And for what? A bias against humanity? A punishment against me? A few extra bucks for the week?"

Sans started to sweat, "it wasn't like that..."

"I'm sure whatever the reason was a good one." You said, venomously. "But it would never have been good enough."

"good enough for what?" He bit back, "good enough to not murder the ones i love? sorry, but i don't think that omitting a few payments equals cold-blooded murder."

"I gave you everything I had. I gave you my body, my heart, my soul. I did everything you requested from me, no matter how absurd or difficult. You enslaved me in every way, shape, and form. All I had was one request, don't let my family rot. You broke that promise, and I will not forgive that. I wanted freedom, and so now —one way or another— I will have it?"

"... and if i don't let you leave?"

"..."

"you said it's either i live by myself the rest of my life or you kill me, but what if i did neither?"

You began to panic. You hadn't expected him to keep you prisoner. "Why? You will receive no company from me and it would only be painful for the both of us."

"maybe i'm bitter that you decided to kill my whole family?" He shrugged.

"You devil!" You hissed.

"hey, i'll even let you read any more letters you get from your mom, if it'll make you feel better?"

"Let me GO!" You started to feel suffocated at the thought of a smaller prison than what you already had. "You won't be able to keep me forever! I'll make it out somehow!"

"good luck with that."

You felt yourself weighed down back to the ground. "NO! No! Don't keep me trapped! Not anymore! PLEASE! I'd rather die!" You felt streaks down your cheeks.

"should've thought of that before you decided to murder."

"STOP! NO!"

"goodnight, y/n."

You felt something blunt, presumably a bone, hit you in the back of the head.

Your vision went black and all you saw was dark, until a white figure appeared with a sickening smile.

It made you uncomfortable.

---

You woke up with a jolt. "AH!"

You breathed heavy, frantically looking at your surroundings.

THANK GOODNESS! You were in your non-monster-dusty (but regular dusty, because it was a crappy piece of furniture) bed, with your non-monster-dusty shorts and tank top.

What an AWFUL nightmare! One of the worst you've had in awhile! You? A murderer? Let alone to the people you care about? NEVER! Not even if you found out Master Sans had murdered your family HIMSELF! Heck, you probably would've just tried to run into the woods or something! Why was murder your first dream idea??

You looked over to your bedside. There was a knife.

NOPE! Nope nope nope nope nope nope! None of that! Not today! Nopety nope nope nope!

You picked up the knife, threw it in the trash next to you, grabbed a match, and set in on fire. This was a much better idea.

---

Sans jolted to an upright position, a glowing trail of blue where his right eye would be.

That was an awful dream. He had had worst, but none of you. Well, he's had dreams of you, but not nightmares.

The very thought of you going on a murder spree sent shivers down.

And why did he dream of... at the very end...

Sans shook his head and laid back down.

He'd have to up your security measures just in case, tomorrow.