You entered the Judgement Hall again, it look different though… it’s way more purple and the moon shining, not the sun. You see three silhouettes- wait three? All of them looking the same… hold on… they are all Sans?! Since when was there three Sanses?!

Dust: “heya. guess i’m not that BONE-ly now, but you sure look pretty lonely.”

Killer: “wow, that was rib-tickling, Dust.”

Horror: “hah, like you guys could best me in a pun-etition.”

Dust: “let’s get to the point.”

BATTLE START!

Dust: “it’s a dusting rain outside.”

Killer: “the birds’re crowing away, flowers dying and spread with blood…”

Horror: “within days like these, genociders like you-“

All three in sync: “should just leave existence.”