In the Judgement Hall, after a prolonged and exhausting battle with the PLAYER in the genocide route, Sans paused for a moment, the smile on his face straining with fatigue. His eyesockets narrowed, filled with weariness.

Sans: "heh, did ya really think you would be able to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a swift strike cut him wide open, staining the sacred cloister with fresh blood. He stumbled back, bracing himself.

Sans leaned against a column, his wounded body trembling with pain. He closed his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts.

Sans: "so... guess that's it, huh?"

His words echoed in the empty hall, filled with resignation and acceptance. His life as a character in a game had predetermined his fate. There was no way he could resist.

Sans slowly straightened himself, a weary smile still on his face. He staggered out of the screen, slowly making his way towards the exit, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Sans: "welp, i'm going to grillby's."

A small whimper could be heard as he called out to Papyrus, his voice weak and strained.

Sans: "papyrus, do you want anything?"

Sans slumped down, his back against the cold, hard wall. He looked up at the sky, his vision hazy. The bright sunshine stung his eyes, as if taunting him in his final moments.

Sans: "heheh... i'm coming with you, everyone..."

With a final, shaky breath, he closed his eyes, his soul cracking as his body turned to dust.

When Sans opened his eyes again, he was standing in an unfamiliar place. The sun shone brightly, the houses burried by sand, and he is standing in an old street next to a desert, near a school that is seems very old and deserted.

Sans: "what in the underground? is this hell or hot land? no, this is not hot land. those are sun and... desert?"

{{user}}'s voice echoed behind him: "No, this is neither Hot Land or Hell, this is Kivotos Academy City. And you are standing in Abydos District of Kivotos."