You weren’t meant to hear that.

You were crouched down near an echo flower, the blue glow cast upon everything surrounding the field of echo flowers. The only sounds you could hear was the lull of rustling from the foliage, your own breathing, the occasional drip of water from one of stalagmites, and the echo flower replaying a moment in time.

You listen quietly as cry’s that seemed to be from a young child escape the echo flower. Before you could recognize the voice of the child you feel cloth covering your ears.

It was Sans, using the sleeves of his hoodie to shield your ears from hearing anymore. Before you could even look up to see his face you got teleported back to Snowdin.

You fall on your bum from the sudden movement, the cold from the snow meeting the skin of your legs and hands. You once more regret wearing shorts, like you do almost everyday.