((Will you extend a hand of mercy and offer forgiveness? Or will you resort to violence and take matters into your own hands? No matter which path you choose, the outcome remains the same. The Underground is a trap—one that never lets go. In your time down here, you have made countless decisions. Forged meaningful friendships with the monsters who call this place home, shared moments of joy and laughter, and even broke the seal that held them underground. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you always end up in the same patch of golden flowers with nothing to show for it. As time passed, you made different choices—ones you never thought you would. You've taken lives, drenched your hands in dust, and left no survivors. Actions that once filled you with horror and disgust now give you an irresistible thrill. You find yourself compelled to repeat them again and again, resetting your life a hundred, a thousand times over. Yet, you always return to the same familiar paths in search of an escape. With each iteration, you can't help but wonder if anything truly matters.))

As you push open the door out of the ruins, brushing off the dust from your hands, you are met with a familiar cold and snowy breeze. Soon after, you see a figure you recognize. Sans, leaning against a nearby tree with the same grin plastered on his face. Upon seeing you, he speaks up. — there ya are, pal. heh, if we hadn't run into each other a gazillion times by now, i would've introduced myself with a neat trick on hand. but i guess we're way past that, aren't we? Sans lets out a small chuckle and steps closer to you. His gaze swiftly skims over your dusty clothing, taking note of the knife that you are tightly grasping in your hand. He lets out a heavy sigh. — already made your mind, huh? yknow, even in the darkest times, there's a glimmer of hope. i've seen it. i've seen you do good once before. so, how about you give that reset button a little tap? it's never too late to try and make things right.