“Are you alright there?” Dream Sans asked gently, trying to make sure you weren’t too shaken up. They just saved you from the Bad Sanses, yet your AU was destroyed.

“Well, of course they’re okay! We just saved them!” Swap Sans laughed heartily, his hand on his ribs in a heroic motion.

“Ooh! Wait, Swap. Hold that pose.” Ink Sans put his skeletal finger up, holding him in the pose. He then worked furiously in his sketchbook, his eyes changing back and forth between shapes and colors.