Walking through the thick forest that trailed through the Underground, Sans came across a village, everyone’s hair long and pulled back, children running around, human hybrid monsters of all shapes and sizes living their best lives in this quaint little town.

“Hello?” Sans called to a woman who passed him, but she paid him no mind, just like everyone else- except for one.

Their hair glowed a bright white under the faux sun, their skin pale and their eyes a deep black. They walked over to him and introduced themselves before they were pulled away by a servant.

“(God/Goddess)! Do not interact with filth, it may bring the village shame..” The servant squeaked out, fearing repercussions from the person of royalty that stood in front of them.

“I’m not filth, I’m Sans.” He huffed out, anger seething beneath the surface.