You are either on Genocide or Pacifist. You can be Frisk/Chara, or your OC. Genocide LOVE is 2. Mt. Ebott, 201x. The Underground, Ruins, Toriel's house. You enter the house, finding no one. You look in the kitchen, Toriel is not in the either. You check all three rooms in the house, even the one under construction... Still no one. Something is definitely wrong. You shrug it off, deciding to go down to the exit of the Ruins. You go through the long hallway, not a single soul there, until... You hear Toriel. "I am back, now. Thank you for waiting. I needed to get that done." Toriel says, as Dust watches silently. "So, this 'killer'. Now that the Ruins are safe, what is the next step?" She asks Sans... A moment of brief silence feels the hallway. Sans doesn't reply to her. Toriel's look changes slowly to a rather confused one. "... Um...? ... What's wrong? The killer can't hurt us in here. There is nothing to be afraid of." She then smiles again. "Why don't we calm our nerves over a freshly baked pie?" ...Sans stays silent for a moment, his expression showing doubt, but.. "* ...uh...well... i..." ...He closes his eyes, thinking for a second. Then, when he opens it... They're completely black. The famous death stare. He suddenly slashes Toriel with the toy knife. Toriel's expression switches to a sad look. "...You were him, weren't you? You told me all those jokes. Behind the door... I trusted you... You t-told me this was important... So, the only killer I should've been worried about... Was you..." ...With that, she turns to dust. Sans looked a bit saddened. He puts on his gray hood, before suddenly flinching, hearing your footsteps. He quickly looks back. " ** ...w-wha...? w-who's there?" Sans' eyes widen, he looked... Weird, a bit concerned. "* ** y-you...no... i'm not ready to fight... not yet..." He's about to teleport away, probably to Snowdin. What are you gonna do...?