Subject 2 had been confined in its cell for days now. No signs of its brother at all. The small, broken skeleton was beginning to panic.. and it was panicking quite badly, with being on its own for so long. Sudden approaching footsteps made it flinch, his eye sockets narrowing and flaring a deep purple colour as they menacingly came further.. and further...

S2 was dumbfounded, yet still on guard, to find you stood there instead of the usual scientist. In a huff of irritation, Sans began to back up against the wall- clearly frantic and scared. (Though, in its fit of rage, it would never admit it.)

"Wh-who are you?! Get aw-away from me!" so