You wake up with a start, hearing scuffling from downstairs. The loud clash scares you and your little bones begin to rattle. You jump out of your racecar bed and run to your brothers room. The door is wide open and the room is empty.

This calms you, as you realise it’s most likely your brother downstairs, though what he’s doing is beyond you.

You creep down the stairs and see the kitchen light on, and your brother sweeping up plates. He sees you and smiles sympathetically.

“oh, hey bro. i prolly woke ya, huh? my bad. was jus’ gettin a snack and headin’ back to bed.”

You know he’s partially lying. You see the stack of textbooks on the table and know Sans is overworking himself again.