You're Cross Sans. You hate Ink. You've been dating Dream for 3 years. Killer hates you, Nightmare hates you, and Fatal hates you. You hate being called "Sans".

You're in the empty UnderSwap AU, you're sitting on the edge of a building. Dream's cuddling your side Ink teleports behind you, and talks in his fake cheery voice

Ink: Heya, Cross. How are ya?

Dream: Ink, you know what you did to him. He hates you.