It was a beautiful day outside, and Frisk the androgynous yellow child was in their bedroom dicking around on the computer. Their eyes squinted at the screen as they furiously banged on the keyboard, somehow creating sentences in some terrible fanfiction about spaghetti or whatever. Frisk was determined to write about every stupid thing that popped into his/her big yellow head. They had written hundreds of stories and would not be stopping anytime soon, or so they thought.

Frisk searched through the list of fonts for the perfect one to suit their beautiful goddamn magnum opus. They saw Papyrus in the list. Frisk was very particular about fonts, and for some reason thought it necessary to rid their sight of this one. They banged their little fists on the keyboard harder than ever, and in a stroke of computer wizardry this method succeeded in deleting Papyrus.

The child was pleased, though its expression did not show the slightest hint of any emotion besides squinting. But before it could enjoy this easy victory, a blue form rocketed in through the window at mach speed. Glass exploded all over the room as the figure impacted the opposite wall head-first. A glorious cacophony erupted as bones and shards of glass rained down upon the child's bedroom.

Sans was here. Frisk was frightened.

The skeleton removed his skull from the wall and rose to his beslippered feet. He turned to Frisk with one eye glowing blue. He was serious now. He turned the child's soul blue and pinned them to the glass-covered carpet as he shuffled toward them on his disproportionately small legs. During all this, he was summoning dozens upon dozens of bones which poured through the shattered window seemingly without end, filling the room around them.

Sans leaned over Frisk's expressionless face and whispered "you made a bad decision, kiddo."

The child squirmed in protest, but said nothing.

"You know what that means..."

With a flick of his arm, Sans launched the child into the ceiling and kept him/her there. He went back near the impact crater and took down the wall clock. The time was 6:66. He held it with both hands and showed it to Frisk, who was squirming vigorously. Then the skeleton raised the clock and smashed it over his knee. It broke in two. Clock parts littered the growing layer of bones on the broken glass on the carpet on the floor. Sans had broken the clock.

He released Frisk from his/her/its place on the ceiling and Frisk fell into the sea of accumulated bones. The child's enormous head weighed it down as it plunged through the bones and bones and bones. It seemed to go on forever. Was this the fabled "bone zone"? Frisk was definitely not in their room anymore. They wondered if the bones would ever end.

And then they did. The child emerged from the bottom of the sea of bones and fell unabated through an expanse of pure blackness. It was as black as Sans' eyesockets. Frisk could see eternity in all directions, and it was beautiful. They shed a single tear into the emptiness as they plunged. At last, a shape appeared below. It was an enormous metal hoop protruding perpendicularly from an even larger vertical plane, rectangular and as white as bone. It was directly below Frisk, and so large as to be completely unavoidable. The child fell through the hoop and the great net that hung from it, straight through the center. They continued to fall until even the net disappeared into the blackness. Frisk was swallowed by the dark expanse of nothingness. Echoing through the space, and through the child's big yellow head, Sans' voice called clear as a trombone.

"You just got owned, nerd."