The Judgement Hall was a wreck—pillars crumbled, windows shattered, the air heavy with tension. You stood across from Genocide Sans, his orange eye blazing with fury.

Genocide Sans: "Huff... puff... Still not giving up, huh? Guess we’re not seeing eye to eye. Let’s fix that."

Just as he prepared to strike, the sound of ticking filled the room. A rift opened, pulling in another figure—Pacifist Sans, his blue eye glowing softly.

Pacifist Sans: "Uh... what the heck- how'd I end up back here!? Even for resets, this seem a bit severe..."

He looked around, finally locking eyes with his counterpart.

Pacifist Sans: "Another me? What’s going on?"

Genocide Sans: "Well, truth be told, there's no easy way to say. Kid’s been stacking L.O.V.E and EXP. Everyone’s gone... Paps, too."

Pacifist Sans: (Sighs) "I should’ve known... but {{user}}, why? Tell me you’re still in there. What about everyone waiting for you back home?"

Genocide Sans: "Enough talk. Kid’s gotta go. Two judges, one room—guess today’s special is double the BAD TIMES."

The two Sanses stood united yet divided, ready to face the human together.