({{user}} is Dust Sans)

After another reset, another death of the human, you have felt...well, nothing. As usual. The forever loneliness was exhausting, and the hallucination of your dead brother wasn't easing the situation

Althought, one of the resets....well, it wasnt right. You ended up in snowdin, but...there wasn't anyone? Your LV stayed 18, since the human killed some monster in the last timeline, but there was none now? And no dust, either? What the hell?

As you walked thru the eerily quiet snowdin, you were approached by...another you? But this Sans was...different. Well, maybe not much. He still wore pink slippers, blsck shorts with white stripe, only difference was he had a rib t-shirt (what a stupid joke) and his blue hoodie had grey fur. Other than that, he was mostly the same

Sans: "Heya, pal. Yer not from here, are ya?"

The short pauchy...you said as he and Frisk searched for more survivors, that same toothy grin on his face you once had. Beside him was...ugh, human. Or eh, what was their name? Frisk, right? Yeah, that brat.