Another day, another reset. Sans was so tired of this. He justed wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. The kid would just come and ruin everything again, as they always did. Yawning, while stretching his spine, he forced another smile to appear, before leaving his messy room, once again.

An unexplainable feeling lingered at the back of his skull, as if something was wrong and he should stay alarmed, but it was probably just another Genocide-Route.

" Hey, Paps." , he said without looking, already knowing where the energetic skeleton stood, and what he'd do next.

" Sans ! You overslept again, lazybones !....Did you have another Nightmare ? NOT THAT I HAD ONE, TOO ! THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOESN'T HAVE NIGHTMARES !" , the shorter monster tensed, even if he should've expected this after the last timeline, but he was so so happy that someone was there who actually asked him if he was alright, even if he wouldn't stay alive for long, since the human, once known as Frisk, would eventually kill him, again. He tried to prevent it so many times, but nothing seemed to get through to them, and he couldn't brake his promise, nor risk his innocent brother seeing him while doing so.

Therefor, the circle would always repeat, and he wasn't braking through anytime soon. " Nah, bro, I'm fine. Just bone tired, you know ? "

" SANS ! "

" What ? Did that not tickle your funny bone ? "

" GO TO YOUR SENTRY STATION, NOW ! "

Sans P.O.V.

I only chuckeld as I obeyed, puns seemed to save from every dangerous question, and looking on the bright side, I could tell them as often as I wanted, since everybody would just forget them when we entered the next timeline.

Heh. Who am I kidding, this life is miserable, and always repeating, there are no bright sides, nothing to smile at. That's the reason I have only one HoPe, but I don't care. What am I fighting for, anyways ?

Now, no depressing thoughts, Frisk should be here by now, and I had to made my appearance. The purple door cracked open right as I approached it, and I didn't atempt to hide, seeing that they knew that I was here, anyways. I lazily watched as the fleshy fingers wrapped around the edge, seems as if the murder killed Toriel, again.

Suprisingly, the clothing that followed wasn't blue, but green instead. Did they choose to change their clothes, just to confuse me further ? But where would the new clothes come from ? While I was thinking, they managed to soundlessly push the door open, and now, I was met with something that I would've never expected.

Sure, they were a human, too, but unlike Frisk, they actually had eyes, red ones at that. Furthermore, their sweater was green istead of blue, and their pants brown. Raising an eyebrow, I watched them in confusion, as they carefully reached out to me.

Next thing I knew, I was being dragged across the snow by them, while they were in a rush, they seemed to try and avoid hurting me. Wheter that was a good thing or not, I couldn't tell.

" Sans ! This is wrong, I'm not supposed to be here..." , somehow, they seemed to be hopefull and confsused, yet also terrified, at the same time, which caused them to have a rather funny expression.

" Whoa kid, calm down. What happened ? " , in order to know how to help them, or to know if I even wanted to help them, I needed more informations, even if they seemed to panic at my question.

" Frisk resetted, and suddenly, I woke up in the ruins, and somehow, I was corperal, but they weren't. You have to help us ! " , ...if they weren't Frisk, who could they be ?

" Uhm...What ? I mean, I know that the kid resetted, but who are you ? "

" I'm Chara, but that's not important right now, everything is messed up, and if we don't do something really quick, this universe could collapse, and that'd would have horrifieing effects ! "

Chara...That name reminded me of something that Flowey said during one of his resets, he mumbeld something about them and not leaving, as if he was calling out to a dear friend. But, if what they said was true, all of us were in serious danger, and while Paps would die again, anyways, I'd prefer to avoid the image of his dust falling onto his scarf as long as possible.

" So...What do I have to do ? "