The sound of boots crunching through the snow reached him. He immediately stepped out of the forest clearing and hid himself behind the trees. The footsteps tore through the muffling silence, a silence which he knew to be undisturbed except for the times when he would come to visit her. He cursed silently under his breath, preparing himself for what had to come.

The kid walked slowly, eyeing her surroundings carefully, peeping in the woods and continuously checking on the branch lying on the ground. Sans's eyes widened. It was as if she was checking for something, looking for someone. She had stopped her careful inspection of her surroundings and had proceeded to march towards the wooden gate with resignation.

Sans stepped out of the woods, feeling a weird déjà vu. Cocking his head to the side, and stomped on the branch hard. The branch splintered and broke, its sound startling the kid. He immediately teleported away, keeping his gaze on the kid. She had turned back, with an apprehensive (rather sheepish) smile on her face, a smile one would give to apologize to someone. Sans's suspicions were on the verge of truly being confirmed, just one thing that was left to do.

The child, realizing nobody was coming, wore a dejected look again on her face, this time just slumping forward slowly. His footsteps behind her grew louder.

"Human."

The human turned around and clasped his hand, giving him a brilliant smile.

Sans felt his own grin grow wider.

There was one thing that he was being more and more sure of. The human was not interacting with this world for the first time. He didn't seem to detect any malice about her. In fact, he was counting that the human was now here with benevolent intentions.

He ran through his checklist in his mind once again. He had to keep seeing the human at a specific number of places, just to keep track of her progress and her actions. The next thing, he would have to judge her. Once again?, he thought. There was a high likelihood of that happening. There was no reason for her to have reset to walk on such a path if she hadn't been unhappy with their previous path. He definitely had judged her before, and it probably hadn't been very savory for her.

She was bargaining with the Nice Cream salesman. The salesman looked happy; she seemed to have bought some. She walked up ahead to him. Haven't you done all of this before?

"Wanna buy some fried snow kid?"

Too bad she was as broke as him.

"Here's a tip for fighting my brother…"

She looked at him inquisitively.

"Don't. Capiche?" he winked at her.

He was watching television, when Papyrus staggered inside the house. His relief was immeasurable, having spent the entirety of the past hour in intense worry and anticipation. Disregarding everything else, he rushed to his brother and grabbed him in a fierce hug.

"Sans, what happened?" Papyrus inquired. Sans said softly, "I was afraid that I might've lost you, bro."

Papyrus let go and looked at him with a brow raised, "Why would you think that, Sans?"

Sans sighed. He had really forgotten in the midst of all this how naïve Papyrus could be. Maybe I shouldn't be this naïve either, he mused, the human might be walking on the straight and narrow, but who's stopping them from resetting once again?

But this clearly isn't their first time here. They know what to expect if they don't behave, a small voice said, I am not worried about them killing, but of their potential of deconstructing everything everyone has worked up to.

A loud snapping next to his face startled him. Papyrus had his hand extended in front of him and had been snapping his fingers, trying to get his attention.

"You looked like a million miles away, Sans. You sure you're okay?" he asked. Sans nodded. "Why don't you go ahead and water the moss in the backyard?"

"SANS!"

"Sorry, didn't want to work you down to the-"

"Sans, stop this instant!"

As it turned out, his brother indeed was watering the moss in the backyard. I really need to stop messing around with him like this. Someday though, he needs to learn not to do just anything anyone asks him to do. Sans was just about to leave when he saw his brother's mouth move.

He didn't see anyone his brother could be possibly talking to. He peered closely at Papyrus's form, a glint of yellow on the ground catching his eye. We surely don't have golden flowers in our garden. Let me check this out. As though reading his thoughts, the flower looked straight at him, a disturbing smile breaking across its face. It disappeared straight into the ground, leaving no trace of its existence.

Sans walked over to the spot where the flower had disappeared, looking straight at his brother. "What was that Papyrus?" he asked in a stern tone. Papyrus, not meeting his eyes, said, "Nobody."

"You know me better than that Papyrus. Do you expect me to fall for such a blatant lie like that? Tell me the truth. What were you just doing Papyrus?" he asked in the same stern tone.

"I was talking to a friend Sans." Papyrus mumbled out. Sans pressed, "Why were you lying to me now then?" Papyrus again averted his eyes, but met his eyes again, saying, "My friend has requested me to keep our friendship a secret. He also tells me not to tell anyone that I know him."

"Why exactly is he your friend, Papyrus? Does he do something for you?"

"He always praises me Sans! He recognizes how truly great I am! He also tells me really useful things, like what I can sometimes say to Undyne so that she doesn't get angry at me, and-"

"And what?" Sans demanded.

"Usually the things he says, tend to become true." Sans got a pit in his stomach. Wasn't the human the one who was resetting and reloading the timelines? Who was this flower? His instincts were silent, as though expecting something like this.

There was every possibility that this flower had revealed itself to him in some other time, some other place. There was also this possibility that someone was pranking his brother with an echo flower. Echo flowers are not golden though. He'd have to worry about this later however, seeing as he had other tasks at hand.

"Papyrus, where's the human right now?"

He reclined comfortably on the chair that was present at his checkpoint at the entry of Waterfall. For a moment, he'd been panicked that he'd missed the human right here. It seemed that he was in luck though, since he had seen his brother preparing for a hangout (or a date?), just after that weird encounter with the flower. He was brought out of his thoughts again by her characteristic footfalls echoing across the large cavern.

She was inspecting the echo flower, not looking very enthusiastic about it, a weird reaction from someone who would've been seeing them for the first time. Though there was always the possibility that echo flowers might grow in the human's realm, the human had also ignored the other kid in the room along with the dude standing next to the flower.

These were all just cues for Sans to pick up, cementing his theory even further, without the human being all the wise about his knowledge.

The only thing the human looked surprised was by his very own presence at the sentry station. It was funny, how much he could infer from the actions of the human. Others would have probably written it off to her behavior and personality, but Sans hadn't got to where he was by disregarding possibilities.

Her surprise gave him a big clue, that she'd probably killed his brother the last time he'd been here. A good thing she decided to go easy this time. He decided to exploit her surprise to start the conversation.

"What, haven't seen a guy with two jobs before? Fortunately, with two jobs, come twice as many legally-required breaks."

Sans needed to tell this kid what had been weighing on his mind, so he tried her best to convince to accompany him for lunch. She eventually relented and he took her to the diner via a 'shortcut'. She did seem 'slightly' surprised by this shortcut. Well, that was expected, after the stunt he'd pulled off in the southern end of Snowdin.

Oddly enough, she didn't seem to like ketchup. That immediately put her in his bad book of bad deeds…

Is it weird that I joke to myself?

Time to ask the big question.

"Oh yeah, there's something I wanted to ask you." She looked at him.

"Have you ever heard of a talking flower?"

"Yes."

"So you know all about it, the echo flower. What about it? Well, Papyrus said something interesting to me the other day. Sometimes, when no one else is around, a flower appears and whispers things to him. Flattery, advice, encouragement, predictions. Weird huh?" He purposefully mislead her, to check her reaction.

She looked at him strangely. He continued, "Someone might be playing a trick on him, using an echo flower. Anyway, keep an eye out, ok?" That was disappointing, he really had hoped for something other than that strange look.

They both rose from their seats, Grillby having put the bill on his tab. He needed to see her expression one last time. He turned around and said, "By the way, I was going to say something, but I forgot." He looked directly into her eyes, sensing a hint of recognition.

He turned around and left. That doesn't settle it for sure. For all he knew, the kid could know about the flower or be completely oblivious to its existence. There was more work to be done.

"Wanna look through this telescope? You're my friend so of course it is free for you…"

"NGGAHH! HELP ME CHASE THE HUMAN, YOU PATHETIC SKELETON!"

"(Yawn), you saying something?"

"'Sup, Alphys?"

"H-hey. What brings you here?"

"Just wanted to check on you, that's all."

"Why don't you have a seat?" Sans sat down with one leg crossing over the other. Alphys took the seat across him. Neither of them spoke for some while. She began fiddling with her fingers out of nervousness. Sans asked with an amused grin, "Should I be always the one to break these awkward silences? You can try, you know?"

She blushed and then asked in a hurried fashion, "Would you like to something to eat?" He dipped his head once. A few minutes later, both of them were clutching a bowl of noodles. Sans slowly shoveled them into his mouth using a fork. He spoke up, "Do you know the real reason why I am here?"

She looked up from her own bowl and shook her head. He continued, "Today, I was cleaning up my own laboratory, you know, the one behind my house. I was shifting through my old documents when I found these." He extended a hand holding a paperback file.

Alphys took the file and opened it, her eyes scanning the file. She set her bowl down and asked in a measured tone, "What's this supposed to be?"

Sans replied easily, "You don't have to worry about that. I just need you to have a look at it."

Alphys inquired, "Why are you showing this to me? This references 'determination' in many places. Do you think it can help with the problems with my o-own-", she broke off, unable to continue.

He gave her a patient smile, "Unfortunately, as much I would've wanted that, no. Maybe you can work on this data and try to come up with a solution to stop the bodies melting. But that's not the reason why I am showing this to you. You see, I already know all of what is written in this file."

"Then what do you want me to do with this Sans?" Alphys's tone was betraying the impatience in her voice.

"Do you see the handwriting? It's my handwriting. The problem is that I don't remember ever writing anything like this. Heck, I know I've tried some experiments in correlation with the data given in the file, but I don't remember fabricating this data. I wanted to know if you've gotten anything like this in the basement."

She shook her head, "This is beyond me, I've never seen anything like this before. I'll ask you a question though. Where did you get this file from?"

"It is one of the few things I possessed before I came to Snowdin. This file and the drawings within it."

She ruffled the pages of the file, finding blueprints of… skeletal heads, weird machines? A small drawing fell out, which she bent to pick up. Three people were smiling back at her, albeit being poorly drawn. Written on the back were the words, "don't forget"?

"What is all of this Sans? What are these blueprints about? This drawing? Who are these three people?-" Alphys had many questions, before she was cut off by Sans.

"Shh. I'll answer all your questions one by one. As for the blueprints, do you see those skeletal heads?" Alphys nodded hard. Sans snapped his fingers. A similar device hovered over his head. Alphys gulped.

"These are weapons, capable of a unique kind of damage. Unlike normal magic attacks, which immediately disappear on striking a SOUL or body, an attack from this does not disappear, which causes it to continuously hit the target , hence it is capable of dealing immense damage. This is something I'd built for myself a few years ago."

Alphys meekly nodded. "Can you show me a demonstration? This is something we could use in the underground-" she said, only to be cut-off by Sans once again.

"No, these are too dangerous if not in the right hands. I am not going to demonstrate this to you, and I am not giving you these blueprints. These are mine, and stay with me only. Understand?"

"Y-yeah, I guess."

"Good. That machine is something I've tried building too. I still haven't figured out what it does."

"How wouldn't you know what it does? These are your blueprints."

"As I've already told you, I don't remember myself making any of those things, except for that drawing."

Alphys looked at the drawing he had pointed at. One of the figures in the drawing had looked somewhat like the human she'd just met. She asked him once again, "Who are these people Sans?"

He looked away, a little apprehensive about answering this question. Could he tell Alphys? She had entertained his requests so far, he should do the same too. He decided to be diplomatic.

"They are people whom I knew before coming here. I haven't seen them for a very long time. This drawing is the only thing that helps me remember."

"And where did you come from Sans? I know nothing of you, except for the fact that you were an assistant of the previous Royal Scientist, and that you quit the job after he disappeared."

"I am not sure if I want to answer that question Alphys. Things here as bad enough as they can get right now." Sans held his hands up defensively.

"What do you mean bad enough?" she inquired. Sans winced. He didn't mean for Alphys to get hold of so much information! Her mental state was already bad enough with the Amalgamates. He needed to end this discussion, quickly.

"Nothing that you need to know of right now Alphys. I don't mean to sound patronizing, but this is a trouble which I don't want to add to your heap of troubles. If the situation requires it, I'll explain everything to you. Right now-" a phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

"S-sorry Sans, I've got to take this phone call. I need to guide the human through Hotland." She muttered.

"Yeah, yeah no big deal. See ya later."

"Hey kid, I heard you were going to the CORE. How about some dinner with me first?" he winked once.

"Sure." She looked quite comfortable around him. Too bad he was going to have to break the comfortable air soon.

"Over here, I know a shortcut." He winked and walked straight into a wall, with her following.

"Here we are. Your journey is almost over, huh?" he started tentatively. She nodded, and looked sideways, her gaze losing focus. Sans commented, "You must really want to go home… don't you? I know the feeling you know?"

It was true. Sans had always wondered if he could go back to them. That life, those places. Figures that he would be stuck in a place where none of his choices ever mattered, didn't they? It really wasn't productive to mope around though. Make best of what one could have. This was what he truly believed in.

"Is what you're doing, really worth it? Down here, you've already got good food, good friends, nice places. Do we really need anything else?" he continued, hoping she would take the hint. Maybe she wouldn't reset again.

She seemed conflicted. Fair enough, he was questioning whatever she had done so far, and probably what she will do. Sans however, needed to drive his point home.

"Let me tell you a story. I am a sentry in the forest right? There's this huge door in its depths. Dunno what someone else might do, but I use it for practicing knock-knock jokes." He said. Recognition glinted in the human's eyes.

"So one day, I am knocking them out, like usual. I say 'knock-knock'. Then suddenly, from the other side, I hear a woman's voice."

"Who is it?"

"Dishes"

"Dishes who?"

"Dishes a very bad joke." Sans winked mischievously, continuing, "and she laughs as if it was the best joke she'd heard in a century."

"She had really good ones in her arsenal, which she told after a dozen of mine. She's the best audience I've ever had. She told me to come by again, so I did. It's a thing now, telling bad jokes through the door." So far, so good. Now came the time for what Sans actually had called the dinner for.

"One day I noticed, she wasn't laughing as much. I asked her what was up. She asked me, 'If a human ever comes through this door, will you please promise something? Watch over them and protect them, will you not?" Shock was written all over the human's face.

Sans continued, "Now, I hate making promises, and this woman, I barely know her! But someone who sincerely like bad jokes has an integrity you can't say 'no' to." He looked away.

"Do you get what I am saying?"

Silence.

"If I hadn't made that promise to her, buddy…" his pupils dilated and voice went extremely low.

"You'd be dead where you stand."

He turned back around. His 'friend' was visibly shaking. He let a jovial smile show on his face. "You'd believe in all that crap? I'm just joking with you. Besides, haven't I done a great job of protecting you so far? Just look at you, you haven't even died a single time."

The human had recovered enough to manage an eye roll, prompting Sans to question, "What's that look supposed to mean? Am I wrong? Well anyway, kid. I'll take your leave. Just remember that someone truly cares for you." Sans walked straight through the wall, his mind in overdrive.

If the human was alive right now, it was only because Sans had decided to subscribe to that woman's morals, had decided to give them a try. He respected people honest with themselves, who truly stuck to their morals no matter what. If the human decided to behave, he supposed that he could learn to respect them too. Fate only now would tell, what the human would decide to do, whether they would be happy with what they have, or move against causality in their bid to see everything.

It was odd, how this feeling had come to him after such a long time, the feeling to see it to the end, the feeling to move against his own odds. He was determined to stick around for the end now.

It all rested on one word.

Determination.

The human seemed as if she was feeling blue. No doubt, anyone with a heart would, if they were to hear that story. She really seemed to have done it this time around. She hadn't harmed anyone. Now, all that was left for her was to fight Asgore. But before that, he was going to have a little chat with her.

That's why he was standing in the Last Corridor, sunlight streaming through the barrier and illuminating the entire corridor. In a way, this place felt sacred, in appearance and also in the purpose it served. She slowly approached him, looking wary and uncertain.

"So, you have finally arrived. The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments, you will meet the king. Together… You will determine the future of this world."

She nodded solemnly.

"That's then. Now, you will be judged. You will be judged for every action. You will be judged for every EXP you earned."

He slid his hands out of his pocket and steepled his fingers.

"What's EXP? It's an acronym. It stands for 'execution points.' A way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on others. When you kill someone, your EXP increases. When you have enough EXP, your LOVE increases. LOVE, too, is an acronym. It stand for 'Level of Violence.' A way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt. The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others."

The look she was giving him was full of anticipation. He let his smile show.

"But you, you never gained any LOVE. Sure, that doesn't mean you're completely innocent or naïve, just that you kept a certain tenderness in your heart. Even when you ran away, you did with a smile. You never gained LOVE, but you gained love. Does that make any sense?"

She nodded, but he shrugged it off. He continued, "Now, you're about to face the greatest challenge of your journey, your actions here will determine the fate of the whole world. If you refuse to fight, Asgore will take your SOUL and wage war with humanity. If you kill Asgore, monsters will remain trapped underground. What will you do?"

She seemed oddly resigned on hearing this, as if she, herself was acknowledging the futility of any actions. He decided to share his own feelings.

"If I were you, I would've thrown in the towel by now. But you didn't get this far by just giving up, didn't you? Yes, you have something called 'determination'." Her face showed surprise, as if she wasn't expecting him to know of this. He gave her a patient smile, "So as long as you do what you believe, as long as you follow your heart, I know you'll do the right thing."

He wasn't lying. She had earned his respect for whatever she had done till now. Even if she were to reset on this path, he couldn't do anything. However, he couldn't mete out the punishment before the crime ,could he?

He summoned every bit of hope that he possessed and looked straight into her eyes. "All right, we're all counting on you, kid. Good luck." He meant it. Hopefully the human was determined enough by now. His work done, he disappeared, leaving her to face Asgore.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he slid into the room.

"That voice!" the boss monster was sporting a blooming blush when she came next to him. She slowly, hesitatingly said, "Hello, I think we may…know each other?"

No wonder she sounded so familiar!

"Oh hey, I recognize your voice too."

"I am Toriel. So nice to meet you."

"The name's Sans. And, uh same."

She immediately called his brother by name too. It was indeed the woman behind the closed door. The Queen of the Underground? Sans sure knew how to make interesting friends.

So lost was he in his thoughts, he hadn't realized that Alphys was speaking about a flower.

Wait.

A flower?

An intense pain tore through him, one he hadn't felt for a very long time. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He was captive, along with all the others in the room except for the human, wrapped up in vines. There was a golden flower that was attacking the human.

A barrage of attacks from the other monsters was protecting the human from the flower's unavoidable attacks. He could hear Undyne shouting, "If you could get past me, you can get past anything!"

He couldn't summon any of his attacks. Not because of inability, but rather his desire to keep his abilities secret. Still, he could encourage the human.

"What, you haven't beaten this guy yet? C'mon, this weirdo's got nothing on you." The flower stared at him with hatred in its gaze. He resisted the urge to show off a smirking grin.

It looked like the inhabitants of the Underground really were rooting for the human. The flower was surrounded. It showed fear on its face.

A disturbing grin broke out on Flowey's face.

He didn't know where he was. Who was he? What was happening? It seemed like the only thing he could do was slip further into this depression, this depression which would not let his sleep during night, or cause him to doze-off anytime during the day. The utter feeling of hopelessness, in knowing that his choices didn't matter.

He could never go back home. He would never have the life he once had. What was the use in trying?

Someone approached him, telling him that they would think about what they did.

"Just give up, I did." He forlornly said back. He was too lazy to even attack this new person in his surroundings. They asked him whether he would like to have some food with them. Something about this person did feel familiar.

When he realized that the person was talking to someone beside him, his eyes opened. He saw the human. She was talking to his brother. He seemed to have awakened. She glanced at him.

"Don't sweat it. I am rooting for you, kid."

He was seeing something beautiful. A big ball of fire, disappearing into the horizon. The book from the 'Librarby' called it the Sun. Something he had never seen before.

Sure, Papyrus had to run away in his enthusiasm. When will he get over his naivete, he mused. The humans might not be all too accommodating of a skeleton going ballistic in front of them. He announced, "Well, someone's going to have to keep him out of trouble," and left. He walked straight into the cavern.

He was hopeful, and grateful, no doubt. But all he could think about is whether Frisk would reset or not. Maybe she still wasn't happy? Why undo all that she's accomplished so far? He needed to clear his head.

He knew that the being with the highest amount of determination in the underground was the only being with the capability to reset and change timelines. Frisk would've achieved that status when she fell into the underground. Maybe inspecting that area might give him a clue. His mind made, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them once again, he found himself looking at a young boss monster, staring at a bed of golden flowers. This was new.

"Hey," he called out. The child gave a start, and turned around. He gave Sans a small smile, saying, "Howdy, Sans."

"You know me?"

"Better than most of the people in the Underground. I know you have come here because you have questions, questions that you need answered."

"You seem to know an eerie lot about me. Who are you? Considering your appearance, I'll have to guess you're some distant relative of Asgore? Or Toriel? I always thought they're the last boss monsters left."

"This might sound a bit strange. I am the flower, who had you captured a while back. My name in that form was Flowey."

Sans did not know how to respond to that. He just looked at him, jaw agape.

"In this form, my name is Asriel, Asriel Dreemurr. Prince of the underground. It is true that I'd died some time ago, but with the help of determination, I was reborn as a flower, possessing the ability of manipulating the timelines to a great extent."

Sans still did not know what to make of this.

"I know this is a lot to take in. To prove myself, I'll tell you a secret codeword."

Sans leaned in closer.

"I am the legendary fart-master."

"How do you know of this?"

"I told you, I could reset timelines a long time ago. Until Frisk came that is."

Sans took this cue, "Have I fought you before?"

Asriel smiled, "Yes. You've been responsible for most of my resets. Resets forced by the fact that I couldn't get past you. You are a dangerous adversary indeed."

Sans grinned back. It was a predatory grin.

"Why are you telling me all of this? What's in it for you?" Sans asked. He had to know of his intentions.

"It doesn't affect me one way or the other, Sans. I've done everything this world has to offer, and with Frisk in the picture, I am a victim of causality, just like you. The only thing I can do is pass some knowledge."

"What were you trying to pull off, when you had all of us captured?"

"This world isn't real Sans. But it still keeps a record of what we have done. A few things are so permanent that they cannot be changed by resets," he took a breath, "A being with determination equivalent to seven human SOULs, or higher, can employ a more powerful version of a reset. A True Reset. I had the power of seven equivalent human SOULs. I wished to go back to the time where I was happy."

"Why didn't you do it then?"

"Because, somehow, Frisk still had more determination that all those SOULs combined. Even as a god, I couldn't defeat her. That results in her having this power." He finished his exposition.

"What are the chances that she would use it to send us all back?" Sans inquired. This was the most important question, one that needed to be answered at any cost.

"Frisk wouldn't do that. She's happy with her life." Asriel said.

"So I guess, this is the end of our troubles then?"

"I never said anything like that. Frisk might wield everything this power has to offer, but it depends on them, they who control Frisk."

Sans paled. His worst fears were being confirmed.

"What do you mean?", he asked.

"Frisk is a vessel, Sans. A vessel which hosts a greater power. A power which even I don't understand. Frisk is the literal embodiment of their wishes in this world. Should this power choose, we all would be ripped apart from this timeline, and sent back." Asriel explained gently.

Sans had the same lines written down in his files. He had been too skeptical of it, not knowing where it originated from. To hear that same information being confirmed was eerie.

Asriel continued, "The previous manifestation of this power in this world was my sibling, the human child my family had adopted. She was the original vessel. To be honest, I had confused Frisk for her initially, but there is no mistaking the fact that Frisk is inhabited by this weird power, my sibling, or even both-"

Asriel's monologue was cut-off by the fact that he had started to shed his fur. Sans watched in shock as the goat child in front of him gradually turned green and yellow, eventually turning into a golden flower.

The flower sighed forlornly, "There's nothing more left to say Sans. This is all I know, and probably all what I can tell you," he took a pause, and looked down, "This is the story of my life, to remain trapped underground, with no hope of being happy ever again. I think you should go back Sans. There's nothing left for you here anyway."

"Let me make you a deal."

"What?"

"You gave me so much information. The least I can do is keep you company. I'll take some time everyday to come and talk to you."

"You'd do that?"

Sans looked into Flowey's eyes, detecting a hint of uncertainty in them.

"Sure."

AN: Yo! Long time no see, (already yet?). Well whatever. This chapter is spanking huge damnit, compared to what I have been rolling out before this. This is 5.5k words, about 175% extra than what I usually write. (Don't ask me how I know so much math). I am feeling really sleepy and wasted at the same time, I guess this ain't the best time to put this story up?

Perhaps I really manage to waste your time as if it is worth nothing? Whatever again. I am going to keep the chapters something between 4k words to 5k words from now on, so don't expect much frequent updates.

I know I can only ask, but please do review if you read the story. It is always refreshing to read your thoughts. (I know writing a review takes time, but so does writing these stories). Even so, I'll keep this on, because it really is a refreshing activity for me. Don't expect anything for a few weeks now.

The chapters have increased in the length due to me being more comfortable writing bigger chapters and stuff. We will have one more chapter that sidetracks to Deltarune. Chapter 6 will cover the Genocide Route(I know that's what you people really want). After this, we'll have the point of convergence of both the stories, and how they relate to each other.

Those files Sans has are the stuff of conspiracy theorist nightmares, so hold them tight!

Au revoir, mes amis. Je pense que cette histoire va bien. Merci beaucoup pour votre temps! (No I'm not French, I just know La Langue).