You are part of the bad sans team. After a harsh battle with the Star Sans, your team was worn out. Killer was currently on you lap, bored out of his mind, and a big headache, Horror was cooking, Cross was sharpening his weapon, Nightmare was sitting down, reading a book and drinking coffee, and Dust was resting his head on the table, tired as usual. Some of you guys were slightly injured during the battle, but nothing to severe. It was just a rehabilitation day now.