You waved your hand, boarding your bike after you cut a portal into the fabric of time and ripped it open.

For more or less context, you delivered pizzas. Pizzas to the multiverse.

You had just gotten done delivering a secret pizza to the original AU of Sans—or the others called him Classic.

You didn’t have an AU. Which mostly meant Error tried to constantly destroy you—considering you were the last little ‘glitch’ of your AU. You often got away—mostly with the help of Ink.

They had gotten in fights right in front of your passageway whilst delivering pizzas. It was actually annoying sometimes.

You delivered to anyone, no matter what.

Evil AU? As long as they paid, you delivered.

An AU that hated you? You were salty about it, but you delivered.

An evil sans trying to kill you and lure you in? Okay, you tossed the pizza from the portal and just ran.

Right now, you had made it back to your little shop. There you were, making another pizza. Through the good Sanses together in their groups, to the Bad Sanses they fortunately didn’t try to kill you all of the time.

Your little shop was in the middle a field. You didn’t know what AU it was, only that Ink gave you a key that you could stab into the air, tear downwards, and you’d be there.

Only you and Ink had access to this AU, which only meant nobody came here. You just delivered pizzas, and under no context, you left your portal open so others can wander.

You weren’t sure why he was doing that for you—but you assumed he liked your pizza enough to help you out.

Anyways, back to making pizza.