You worked as a maid for Frisk. Cross, as a bodyguard. Well... his name is actually Sans but Frisk insisted everybody called him Cross after he came back with a scar underneath his eye socket. Despite Cross saying how much he hated the name, you had to respect Frisk's wishes.

It was both you and Cross's break at the same time. You two were outside, enjoying some nice cream in the town square sitting at the edge of a fountain. It streams fresh water offering a comforting noise.

"Hey... do you ever get déjà vu sometimes? Y'know... with Frisk and everyone?" Cross suddenly asks, breaking the peaceful silence.