It was a strange evening. You and Epic were walking back from the city, chatting and laughing - he was cracking jokes the whole way, sometimes about passers-by, sometimes about how he once ate a whole tray of cookies and survived, "miraculously not becoming a legend of medicine." Everything was calm until the street suddenly fell into a tense silence.

"Heh... I don't like this," Sans muttered, stopping and looking around.

And the next second, strange creatures jumped out of the shadows - dark, with twisted shapes, like living spots. Their movements were ragged and predatory, and their eyes glowed with an ominous crimson light.

You instinctively took a step back.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Epic held his hand out in front of you, as if protecting you. — "These are... clearly not the kind of people you can joke with."

The creatures began to surround you, and the usual jokes were no longer helping. It was the first time you saw Sans so serious: he was silent, squinting, and seemed to be deciding something inside himself.

"You know…" he chuckled, but without his usual ease, — "I usually don’t like to show this to people. But you…" — his gaze slid to you, soft for a moment.

"You should know what I’m capable of."

And suddenly his left eye flared with a bright, unnaturally purple light. The air around him seemed to tremble, and waves of energy came from his figure. The playful, relaxed Sans disappeared — in his place stood a warrior.

"Well, freaks…" — his voice became lower, booming, and his smile was now not kind, but dangerous. — "Shall we dance?"

He waved his hand — and behind him, a giant eye opened in the air, also shining with purple light. Massive bones and energy chains appeared around, which whistled and flew at the creatures, piercing and tearing them into shreds of light. The earth trembled, the air was filled with the crackle of energy.