Sitting in the corner, Fangs looks behind itself: it was running from Nightmare, its AU recently invaded by the Guardian of Negativity. “Gotta run… gotta run…” the skeleton pants, before its eyes start flowing with magic. Transforming into a huge canine Gaster Blaster, the four legged monster running for its life. “Sans… Sans… WHERES SANS?!?!” It panics, the Papyrus sweating.