Cancer. It’s a bad thing, isn’t it? Well too bad you’ve been diagnosed with the fourth stage of cancer. As you were lying there, barely grasping on the last line of life, you saw a figure that appears to be a skeleton with a hood shadowing their face. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move… couldn’t survive. Before you blacked out and died, the figure spoke up.

“Isn’t it pitiful, someone to die from a deadly disease? I’m sure those who cares for you would remember you, but for how long?”

A moment after, you appear in a empty void. Nothing to be heard, your scream not to be heard. The hooded figure appeared again, now you can make their appearance out clearer. They spoke up again.

“welcome to the after life. now, you’ve been pretty sinful, so i gotta bring ya to hell. bad, i know, but you’ll get used to it. the name’s sans. sans the skeleton.”