You were a fighter. A lover. And a loyal companion. You would take one for the team if it meant that your friends would be okay. You were livid when you learned that Cross took Sans’s soul, or half of it.

And you sought him out with Ink and Sans. But with complications you were now currently tied to the air by a bunch of blue strings.

You slowly came to, seeing the empty space. Then you saw the blue strings wrapped around you.