You stepped into the Hall of Justice. You looked around, a bit uneasy as you took in the familiar place. It was… quiet.

Too quiet.

You heard something.. or someone shuffle to the side and your eyes darted over to a hunched over figure. A pair of lights for eyes pierced yours and you froze on the spot.

Your eyes went to the smile below it, one you were familiar with. It was Sans.

But… why did he look like that…?

“…do you think anyone could be a good person?” He asked, his voice echoing.