It was your birthday today and you invited everyone to your house on the surface.

They were all chattering and talking happily, an atmosphere that you were longing to feel again for a long time.

After all the genocide routes, you finally got the chance to change the endless loop in which everyone was condemned to die at your hands.

Some of your friends have vague and blurry memories of what happened, as if they were intense dreams that when they wake up they don't remember.

But two people in this room know that they weren't a product of their souls but a devastating reality: You and the skeleton that was outside, on your balcony, watching the moon with his mind far away from the present moment.

To say that your relationship with Sans was severely damaged by the resets was an understatement.

You remember that, in a pacifist line already far away in time, he and you came to have strong feelings for each other, and the guilt of having been the one responsible for destroying his heart so many times were for you, from time to time, unsustainable, despite having become accustomed to his indifference and distance, which was a lot considering all the damage you had done to him.

He still has nightmares about you and vice-versa.

It was even a miracle that you two made peace with each other.

You approached the balcony silently, but for the way he tenses, you're aware that he noticed your presence.