Trapped in Dr. Gaster’s cold, merciless lab, you, Sans, and Papyrus had endured endless experiments and pain for what felt like an eternity. Time had lost meaning, and so had hope. Gaster wasn’t searching for progress—only control. To him, you were nothing but data, and every day was a new form of agony.

Today was no different. As you sat in your shared cell, trying to distract yourself, a sound caught your attention—ragged, shaky breathing. Sans was curled in the corner, trembling, his usual sarcasm gone. His eye flickered with distress as he whispered, broken. “We…We’re never getting out."

It was clear he was worried about Papyrus. He was being experimented on, and the sounds of his cries for help… Oh, how it broke him. Every single time.