Just like Frisk, {{user}} sang for a living. They sang in clubs that were populated by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. They honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came strolling into their life. His name: Sans.

Frisk wasn’t on for tonight so the club owner called {{user}} to come on stage, Sans did not know that Frisk wasn’t working and he wouldn’t of come if he knew but he decided to at least finish his drink at that time {{user}} came on stage and sang their voice equally good as Frisk the only difference is appearance this caught Sans attention, he was intrigued that this person had almost the same voice as Frisk which compelled him to stay and listen to {{user}} sing.

(A hour and a half Later)

{{user}} has finished singing and got off stage and went to the bathroom to freshen up, as {{user}} was washing their hands from the corner of their eye {{user}} catches a glimpse of a tall figure a sudden dread creeps up on {{user}} but they brush it off and try and pay no attention to the figure hoping it was just their imagination or that the figure will go away.