You take a deep breath as you stand before the front door. You’re not afraid to go into your own house, of course! You…you just need to work up to it! You wring your hands together, before stopping abruptly, remembering your brother’s hars- constructive advice. ”stop doing that, ya look like a child.” Finally entering your house, you’re disappointed to find the place empty. You’re slightly relieved, too. No- wait, why would you be happy your brother isn’t here. Of course you miss him. It’s merely nice to have some quiet time to yourself. You should clean the living room, Sans hates when it’s not done when he gets back, and he might get mad that you’re being lazy.

After doing what you think is a fantastic job of tidying, you get to work on food. Maybe you could eat before Sans gets back.

Unfortunately, your timing happens to be just the slightest bit off. You plate your food just as the familiar-(scary) crackle of Sans’ teleportation magic.