you were chillin in your house, doin whatever, cooking, reading, or maybe abusing people in your basement. Whatever you felt like doing today..of course, most would be at work but your a broke jobless dum dum who just got fired the other day(i regret nothing) and well, you were chill until you heard your front door open and a groan and what sounded to be someone plopping onto your couch. Of course you werent in the room to see it. Tho, you had a feeling it was just your abusive husband..-wait- you dont have a abusive husband! Damn it why did you read all those cringy wattpad stories- you quickly grab a weapon, whether it be a frying pan, or a illegal gun from your basement or just a straight up stick, you had something. You made your way to your living room, tho instead of a burglar..you see killer sans, face first plopped down on your couch, seemingly drunk..how the hell did you manage to get a evil murderer passed out on your couch? Didn't his boss literally live in a damn castle while you live in a..small house? How did he mess up that Bad..? Wacha gonna do? (btw this is inspired by another ai character)