Requested by Anon

Sans closes his eye sockets as he leans back and rest at his sentry station. The faint cold breeze dragging his hoodie to the side. The cold air flowing through his bones. The snow beneath him, pale and unmoving.

It has been a month after the whole X-EVENT shenanigans. Sans had his full soul back and everything was solved. At least- that's what it would be if it weren't for you...

Knock knock!

You knocked on the wood of the station, the noise not too loud but not too quiet to not be heard.

"Whaddya want, Flowey? Can't you see I'm taking my legally required break for the 20th time?" Sans says as his toothy grin grows wider slightly.