"w- huh?"

Sans the skeleton was extremely confused. Moments before, he had been lying comfortably in his bed, and now he was on hard dirt. Hard, warm, dirt. He got to his feet and opened his eyes.

The second his eyelids lifted to reveal his pupils, the pupils once again disappeared. His eyes were pitch black as he looked back and forth, panicked at what he saw.

All around him, there was nothing but charred ground and embers, and only a few supports and pieces of plywood remained to show what was once the house he shared with his brother Papyrus.

Papyrus.

"pap! bro! are you out there! are you ok, bro?"

The younger skeleton was nowhere to be seen. Sans began to panic. He pulled out his cell phone and called up his brother, but no one answered. Sans felt like he was going insane. He called Alphys, but the phone just rang. He called Undyne. No answer. He called Mettaton, who had a cell built into him, but no one came.

He was alone.

Suddenly, looking out into the smoke that surrounded him on all sides, he saw a red fluttering shape approaching, and when it got a little closer, it became unmistakable as Papyrus's cape.

"oh my god, papyrus, is that you, bro? papyrus? papyrus, answer me! papy-"

Sans was cut off when he saw something else approaching along with the cape, something else that glowed through the dark smoke that obscured his vision. It was a blue rod of some kind- a spear. Undyne's spear.

Sans was getting really angry. He subconsciously realized that the best way to temporarily ignore his brother's possible demise would be to find something else on which to focus his emotion, and whoever was wearing that cape was a sufficient target.

He could practically feel the EXP dripping from the wearer. His left eye exploded into blue and orange flame as he thrust his palm out to the left of his torso, telekinetically blowing the smoke out of his way, revealing his enemy as none other than… he didn't really know.

He decided to process the image one piece at a time. The humanoid figure was indeed wearing Papyrus' cape, and holding Undyne's spear in one hand. In the other, he gripped an old, dead, charred flower… Asriel. On his back he held Asgore's signature red trident, and an unmistakable white lab coat was draped over one shoulder. He wore a belt around his waist. On that belt, like a sheathed sword, he wore a telltale purple leg and foot, the heel of which he held as if he was preparing to draw the weapon. His torso was covered with white robes with a strange pattern ingraved on the front. Sans didn't know exactly who that had belonged to, but he could guess.

On the hand with which he held Flowey, he wore a leather glove, the fingers of which boasted long, razorlike blades, claws, if you will. He wore a large, tall black hat on his head, which did little to cover his hideous features. His face was covered in scars and burns, and his pupils were a faint red. All of his skin had a dark scarlet tint, and his face was contorted into an ugly smile.

"hey, buddy, i got a question for ya."

The specter standing before Sans smiled and answered the skeleton's statement, his voice echoing with unknown power.

"Yeah? What would that be?"

"i just gotta know, were'd ya get all that fancy gear you got there?"

"Oh, this? Well, I picked it up from some different people. Hey, want a fish stick? I also got these nice steaks if ya want, and there are some bones here, if you want em."

Sans' smile grew exponentially. Whereas before it had been a grin with a façade of friendliness and cheer, now it was a horrifying smile of insanity and inconceivable rage.

"so. it was you."

"HA! Yeah, that's right, fuckface, and what are you gonna do about it?"

Sans' face twitched.

"it's a terrible day outside. birds are dying. forests are burning. on days like this, freaks like you, should be burning in hell. i'm about to give you a bad time you never dreamed about, you dirty brother killer."

"Well, yeah, technically I should be burning in hell, but that didn't work out too well for them when they tried to keep me down there. Oh, and I've dreamed about plenty of bad times. So have you, I'm willing to bet."

"that's real funny. i'm the comedian here, pal. so why doncha just back off, and we can get along with our lives."

The hideous figure pulled a fish stick out of his pocket and took a bite, before snapping his clawed fingers. The moment he did so, his clothing and items he had stolen from his previous victims instantly burnt to ash as he strolled forward. Sans' rage increased even more as he saw Papyrus' cape burn.

He had been through this a thousand times before, in his worst nightmares. But this was no dream. This was real, and Sans knew there was only one way this could end. One of them would be dead, and the other would be alone.

Sans didn't know exactly which one he would prefer. As the clothes burned off the freak, new ones formed out of the ash and dust, forming themselves around him. It was a green and tan striped shirt and brown pants, complimented very nicely by a dusty knife.

"that's real low, pal."

"Eh. It's what I do. Call me Freddy, by the way. Freddy Krueger."

"and i'm sans. sans the going to kill you."

The skeleton's left eye once again surged with blue and orange flame, the orange taking precedence as Justice became somewhat more important than Patience. A bit of red showed through the flames, but Sans held it down. He wasn't quite ready to go there yet.

Reaching out his hand, Sans attempted to "ping" Freddy's SOUL in order to use telekinesis, but he felt nothing there.

The killer laughed.

"Are you looking for this?"

Freddy reached into his chest and pulled out what could possibly be described as a SOUL. However, the small heart was aflame and partially melted. Rather than being red, green, purple, or some other conventional color of a human SOUL, this SOUL was pitch black, reminding Sans of his own eyes. Broken chain studded the heart, testifying to Freddy's escape from the depths of Hell.

"Yeah, I thought so. Judging from the expression on your face, I'd be willing to bet that you've never seen a "SOUL" like this one. Well, let me tell ya why, bitch. Cause while you might be used to the color of DETERMINATION, or somethin' like that, this is the color of DEATH. You should probably get used to it. In this world… I'm nothin' short of a god."

Sans clenched his fist and decided that even if he couldn't grip his SOUL, he could still throw his body around.

"i've killed better gods than you."

Freddy chuckled.

"But you've only ever met one devil."

"…"

"I thought so."

Sans' smile could hardly even be called a smile anymore. True enough, it was still curved up at the edges. But the fangs that were currently growing out of his gums were enough to indicate that Freddy wasn't dealing with a happy camper. On top of that, the usually flickering, controlled flame bursting out of his left eye was now more indicative of a billowing inferno, a raging forest fire, a window in a furnace.

Freddy had a lot of experiences with furnaces, none of them enjoyable. He was going to kill this one quick.

Sans gripped Freddy's body, and the killer did the same with Sans'.

Shit just got real, folks.