He sat in his room, alone, and, for once, he wasn't doing anything. Usually there was something, either the juggling of random garbage or some other shenanigan. Of course, this was different. Usually, there was the sound of Papyrus in the kitchen, making spaghetti. Now there was only silence.

Everyone was gone, destroyed. Sans was the single living creature anywhere. He had spent days, maybe even weeks, looking for anyone. The Ruins had been empty. He spent hours in Toriel's house. There was still a butterscotch pie sitting on the counter. The Temmies were silent too. If any of them was left, he couldn't find them.

Eventually, he had to go somewhere. Sans walked to Grillby's, but, once again, no one was inside. He sat alone at the bar as if he was going to order a drink. He sat there for hours, secretly hoping for a reset. For once in his entire life, he actually wanted a reset. He had seen terrible outcomes so many times that its pain had gone away, or, at least, that's what he had thought.

But this time was different. They hadn't come back, whoever 'they' was. They hadn't reset. They had just left this empty abyss with no one alive but him. Why he was spared he didn't know.

They hadn't completed the genocide run. Sans knew that. He'd seen that horrible ending. They had just stopped playing. That was the goal, right? For the player to stop playing and just leave everyone alone to live out their lives. No more resets, no more save points.

Sans just wished that they'd come back now. For once, a reset would be the only thing he wanted.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you liked :D