Frisk had given up. They were tired of the pain, the humiliation, the mockery, and the loneliness. They'd given Sans what he'd wanted - their SOUL. They had stayed dead, and he had been free to absorb their power.

So why are they alive again?

You remember emptiness.

You remember being surrounded by dark and quiet.

You remember feeling nothing - no pain, no grief, no anger, no happiness…

It was bliss.

But then you felt something like a cold hand wrapping around your SOUL, and you were pulled from the peaceful silence. Pain surges back, along with your fear, as you're yanked out of the dark and open your eyes to a blinding brightness.

You stare at the little sparkle of light under your hands, lips parting in shock and confusion. Why are you back ? Why can you feel your SOUL beating weakly in your chest?

"..wh.." Your brow furrows, and you take a step back, crying out as you remember all of your injuries. A shattered hand, a broken leg, more cuts and bruises than you can count. "...n...n-n-no.."

"heya pal. not even gonna say hello?"

Against your will your entire body starts shaking, and you fall back to your seat, breathing shallow and rapid. No no no no no why are you back?! Why are you back?!

"am i gonna have to teach you manners again?"

Sans...it's Sans. He's still here. His eyes are on you. You can feel them.

"N-n... n-n-no !" You suddenly scream, slamming your fist down against the floor. It hurts. You don't care. "No! "

"geez, kid, pull yourself together-"

"NO!" You grab the nearest object (your stick) and throw it at him uselessly, ignoring his amused chuckle when it falls short a few feet, "NO! Wh-wh-wh-why ?!"

"well, i'd blame gravity and your poor throwing arm - isn't that one broken? probably shouldn't be straining that."

Punching the floor again in anger, you shake your head, continuing to scream. It's not fair. It's not fair ! You collapse onto your side, breathing heavily when you run out of energy to scream.

'Why?!' Your thoughts scream. Is he still not done hurting you? Haven't you gone through enough? You aren't playing anymore. You stay lying on the floor, shaking with fear and anger, and the threat of frustrated tears building pressure behind your eyes.
He doesn't seem to care about your tantrum, and picks you up anyways, carrying you out of the hall, "you look bone tired, kid...how about a sleepover?"

You shut your eyes, saying nothing. You don't want to go back to this. You don't want to be alive why can't he just let you stay dead?

Overwhelmed with exhausting emotions and tired from fighting back tears, you go limp in Sans's arms, easily passing out.

For a moment you wake up to the sensation of being burned. You stare up at a strange, short figure leaning over you with half-closed, sleepy eyes. They grin at you and say something, but you black out again.

"wanna go to Grillby's?"

Nodding, you bounce excitedly and clap your hands, smiling as Sans laughs and puts his arm around your shoulders and leads you off, "grand opening of the new place on the surface...seems fair we should be some of his first customers, right?"

'Is he excited?'

"kinda hard to tell with him. Grillby doesn't really say much."

'I bet he's excited. He'll get a lot of customers. His food is really good.'

"NOT GOOD FOR YOU THOUGH!"

You give a delighted, surprised shriek as Papyrus lifts you up from behind and places you on his shoulders, "Pap!"

"awh, c'mon bro, you can't just swoop in and snatch up the Ambassador. that's probably illegal."

"NONSENSE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS THE GREAT AMBASSADOR'S ROYAL BODYGUARD! IT'S MY BUSINESS TO SWOOP THEM UP!"

"snatch them up." Sans corrects with a grin, "we're headed to Grillby's new place. you comin'?"

"UGH! THOSE GREASY FOODS...THEY TAKE YEARS OF YOUR LIFE AWAY, BROTHER!"

"awh, c'mon. show a little support. you can just get some milk like usual, alright?"

Giving a relenting sigh, Papyrus gives in, "HMPH. FINE. I SUPPOSE IT WOULDN'T BE A VERY GRAND OPENING WITHOUT THE GRAND PAPYRUS!"

"thought it was 'the great Papyrus'." Sans teases with a grin as they start walking down the sidewalk to the brightly lit restaurant in the distance.

"MY TITLE IS FLEXIBLE TO APPROPRIATELY MATCH THE CONTEXT OF ANY SITUATION! LET US GO, HUMAN!"

"bet i can beat you there."

"WHAT?! A CHALLENGE?! NYEHEHEHEH! BROTHER YOU HAVE MET YOUR MATCH!"

You shriek and laugh, gripping Papyrus's head as he starts rushing down the street. You'll never get tired of these brothers' antics. Never ever ever…

Your eyes open. You find yourself with your head lying on a small pillow and the rest of you lying on a cold tiled floor. Lifting your head, you sit up and look around, startled.

You're in a small room. There's a counter with some sort of blueprint spread out over the surface, and drawers lining the wall beneath it. You try them. They're all locked.

Turning around, you see a large, rectangular shape hidden under a thick tarp. You decidedly leave that be, heading for the door you see at the end. It's locked. Your breath catches in your throat and you try to shake it open.

You're knocked back as Sans suddenly shoves it open, throwing you to the ground. You tense up in fear, curling up and shutting your lips tightly to hold back the panicked cries you want to give just at the sight of him. Where are you? What are you doing here?

Sans grins, "hey, roomie. welcome home."