Sans could feel the blade slice into his chest, ripping magical blue flesh open and making blood ooze from the now fresh wound. The skeleton didn't even think twice about it. He had been through stuff like this; exactly like this, even. He had been killed countless times by the same person. Over and over. Nothing to serious now. He would die and reset back in Snowdin with everyone alive once more. It was nothing to worry about. The male saw Chara step back a few paces, face twitsed in a unreadable smile as Sans felt his legs tremble for a moment before he fell clumsily onto his hands and knees. The skeleton didn't even want to say his normal 'guess that's it' speech again, he was just too tired to care. So he let his body fall on the ground, and allowed himself to be hugged by dizzying blackness like so many times before.

Sans had never felt this cold before, even out of where he lived. He didn't feel the normal heaviness of his jacket upon his back, or the fluffiness of his slippers on his skeletal feet. He just felt cold. Trembling, Sans slowly moved his arm and placed it on ground under him, pushing himself upwards and shifting his body so that he was on his knees. After the first feeling of cold had left his body, the second thought that entered his brain - or, lack of - was that he wasn't back in his house. His room didn't have a concrete floor, hell, his house didn't have a concrete floor. The closest was the kitchen, which was a tile floor. Sans blinked his eyes a few times, confused. When the world reset, he had always shown up in his room. So it was obvious to say that it had not reset at all. So, that meant that he wasn't dead. Of course fear had begun to enter his mind at this point, as not once before in every single timeline he was ever in had this happened. This was the first time it had ever happened. Ever. Sans looked around the room, his pupils flicking back and forth as he took in the place before him. If he was ever going to figure out why he was here - and how he could get out - he needed to figure out where he was.

The room was pretty small, and Sans had certainly had never known or have been in this place before. It was pitch black, other than the occasional flicker far off in the gloominess. Sans could make out shapes of something that was probably furniture, and the ground was surprisingly clean for how old the place seemed to be. The skeleton looked around a few more times, before he clumsily stood on his bare skeletal feet and began to make his way towards the light. He knew for a certain this wasn't no afterlife; he was still in a ton of pain and he reached down to grab his chest out of instinct. He passed by a few things of furniture - a rather terrible looking bed and a tiny little table - as he made his way to the shining light. He was almost there by now, almost by the light. And-

He felt something slam against the side of his head.

He could both hear and feel a small crack form at the side of his skull from the impact. He hadn't expected it, which led him to stumble on his shaky legs and fall on the ground. He didn't make any other noise than a alarmed grunt, he moved his arm from his chest to his head, holding it as a small amount of blood trickled and oozed from the crack. As he kept his eyes closed to cope with the pain he had heard a small giggle come from before him, and even before he could open his eyes he felt a hand grab the arm that was holding his head and yanked it painfully down from the wound. He then heard a soft 'tut tut' emit from the voice, and then a "That's rather small. Maybe I should of hit harder."

Sans slowly then opened his eyes; And crouched above his body was Chara, examining a trickle of blood that was slipping down her thumb with a rather bored expression. She didn't notice Sans' surprised expression at first, but once she did she cracked a huge smile and said "Sans! Looks like you've finally come to see me." The look of confusion and alarm on his face quickly turned into anger, and without warning his eyesockets narrowed to stilts and he said "What are you doing here?" Chara only laughed at this comment, shaking her head in a 'I can't believe he just said that' motion. "What am I doing here? Why, I'm the one that brought you down here! And don't you think that me or Flowey would leave you here to die." She raised a brow, and turned to point at the figure of the tiny flower sitting comfortably in a pot on the table. Sans almost gagged.

"Howdy Sans! How are you doing today?" This made the skeleton raise his finger to flip off Flowey, but once he did he felt himself getting slapped in the face by Chara. Sans hissed at the other, but rubbed his cheek angrily with his eyes still narrowed, mouth twisted in a snarl. "Now, Sans, we don't want you to get a bit, well, aggressive with us. Especially not now. We still haven't explained anything at all!" Chara stood up, brushing dust from her sweater and pants before she walked over, picked up Flowey, and placed him on the ground in front of the still shocked Sans. Chara then walked behind the male, and easily kicked the other on is stomach and stepped on his back, standing there. Sans let out a tiny 'oof!' as he was pushed on his back, and after a while of him just laying there, still shocked and confused, he realized his situation and tried to get up and run in a flurry of blue magic and rattling bones. Fear had begun to replace the shock by now.

But as he pushed aside Chara he felt something wrap around his legs, sending him toppling over before Chara grabbed his neck and pulled him back up with surprising speed- and before he could process what was happening he saw a flash of a blade, and then heard his own shriek in pain as the knife was jabbed deep into his magic eye. Blood and inner fluids gushed from the eye, a mixture of tears, blood and bright blue juices mixing as it streamed down his face. Sans didn't even realize he was screaming until the knife was pulled painfully from the wound, and until he was shoved on the ground roughly with the human's hand. His own skeletal hands, trembling with fright, swiftly traveled up to his bleeding eye and held it, whining and blubbering in pain. The stuff around his legs loosened and slithered away as the skeleton curled up in a small ball. "Now that you've had your fun trying to get away, will you listen?" He heard Chara say, her voice a cheerful scolding. Like a mother scolding a child. Sans was about to shake his head, to refuse to listen because he wasn't going to give up this easily, but he was scared. Fear was coursing through his veins and he was quivering horribly. He felt so.. vulnerable without his jacket and now powers. So instead he gave the tiniest of nods, staying silent and Chara grinned and said "Good! Good! Now, Flowey, will you start?" Chara bent down, grabbing Sans and forcing him to look at Flowey with his one good eye - which was streaming down tears profusely -.

The flower grinned and nodded his own little flower head, before he began to start. "Now, Sans, all three of us know that you know about resets, right?" The skeleton looked at the ground. "Right! Now, that would be perfectly fine with us if you would just die and let us carry on. But-" Flowey paused, probably for dramatic effect. "There is just one teensy eensy little problem here. When you die, we reset. Me and Chara have no clue as to why this happens, but we have a permanent solution." Sans heard Chara giggle behind him. "And that is too keep you alive! Of course, we don't want you to prance around and find any last survivors, and we definitely don't want you to have the best of times. So, were going to keep you down here." Flowey sounded so disgustingly cheery. So... delighted. If Sans wasn't in so much pain at the moment he would of spat at the plant. "Make some readjustments to your mindset and body, make sure you can't move so you don't have any chance of escape, and just keep you alive down here! It certainly wont be nice for you. In fact, I'd say that you're gonna have a bad time!" Both Chara and Flowey laughed out loud, but Sans only sat there, thinking. He was processing what the other had said. Readjustments to his mindset and body? Of course, body meant physical. With Chara and Flowey involved, he was sure he wouldn't get out in one piece. But mindset? What were they going to do with his brain? Sans kept silent as they stopped chuckling, and soon enough he felt Chara grab his arm and pull him up to his feet. "Time to go, Sans! I need to make sure you can't ever leave." The skeleton only silently let the other pull him along, his free arm going to his pulsating and throbbing eye. He didn't even have his powers anymore - his magic eye had been damaged beyond prepare, probably -, so he would just go along with whatever the others were doing right now. Besides, how could they not make him move? He could most likely muscle through whatever he was going to deal with and then escape. Then he could pray to god that Alphys was still alive with the others, and he could find them and get help-

"Sans? I have a question for you."

It was Chara's voice that pulled him from his thoughts. Sans looked around to see that Chara had opened a door on one of the walls and pulling him inside a rather old but clean kitchen. It was huge, with large cabinets and huge stove. Jesus, it was big compared to the room before. Chara stopped him, told him to stay still, and walked over to the door and shut it, locking it. She was holding Flowey with her free hand. She placed Flowey on counter and looked over and Sans with a raised brow and a smirk on her face. "Are you hungry?"