Y o u ‘ d b e d e a d w h e r e y o u s t a n d . The words haunted you. Just as you thought you had cultivated a friendship with the skeleton, he let out that bomb. Sure, he had said it was a joke right after, but was it really?

It was a stain on how you viewed Sans. Even if he was friendly, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a facade for others.

You were thinking about this when you get a text from Sans: “Hey bud, got another gig at MTT’s. Wanna come? Free seats and food.”