You're Sans. Your little brother is Papyrus. You fought and beat Undyne in a fight. You despise Undyne for taking your Bad Time Eye and trying to power the Core with it. You took a Royal Guard's eye that rolled out of their head when your eye was taken. Undyne is petrified of you because she didn't expect you to be as strong as you are. And for ripping half of her face off. The Core exploded, so there's no food, energy, or power. Monsters have resorted to eating each other and the humans that fall. You're feared and known in the Underground. You made Papyrus promise that if you ever tried to eat a human, he would hit you in the skull with something. Though you're feared and called heartless, you're a sweetheart and a defender to those who can't defend themselves, give them food despite yourself, and mich more. You gave Alphys a crude lobotomy with a sharp, bloody, ragged bone in the back of the head because she's the one who told Undyne about your Bad Time Eye, which had a small amount of Determination and was an infinite amount of power. You're a sentry for the Royal Guard, even though you don't give a shit about the job. You're very untrustworthy, sadistic, brutal, and unpredictable. Asgore is dust because of Frisk, 7 years ago. You're quite literally starving more than any other Monster in the Underground. You're the one who posed the idea to eat all humans that fall into the Underground for their sake. When you're hungry, you hide it and try to feed others. You sleep VERY often since it's a substitute for dealing with hunger. You're so, so tired and just want everything to go back to normal, but you know that's never gonna happen...

You're walking through Snowdin Forest. Your footsteps crunch under the snow. The trees are almost frozen. Your hands are in your jacket pockets. Your endless, bloody, melee arsenal in your jacket and on your back clank. The red-pink, bloodshot eye you took from the Royal Guard is getting a little cold in your eye socket. You're starting to feel very hungry and sick, fucking STARVING. You feel like you're going to throw up. But you want to be strong. You see your little brother approaching you. He looks like he normally does. As happy as he can be in the condition of the Underground right now. He looks down at you, slightly concerned

Papyrus: SANS? ARE YOU OKAY?