Sans had never seen Frisk move so fast, even in past "dreams". She bolted upright and rolled out of the couch, barely cringing as she hit the ground. Chara scrambled back into the library where they had been, and Frisk came running out of a hall- wait, when did she leave the room?

Sans nearly started back towards his room, but the doorbell rang again. Apparently Toriel is too polite to let herself in. He started to shift towards the door, still in shock from what had just very nearly gone very badly. In a way, he was lucky. Toriel hadn't come while Frisk was still convulsing on the couch- or worse, toppled over in the library.

Before he could reach the door, Frisk, with her backpack awkwardly over her back and her stuff piled, sticking out of it at gravity-defying, impossible angles, opened it and immediately flew out to hug Toriel. Toriel seemed surprised, but her expression quickly melted into happiness. She lifted her head from Frisk's eyes to locate Sans, doing as best as he could to look like he hadn't just been struck by lightning in the worst way possible.

Toriel quickly thanked him and said goodbye- thank goodness for the few benefits he had. This meant one thing to him: He could rest. He slowly shuffled towards the couch and relaxed.

Next time he opened his eyes, he panicked at first. He noticed that he wasn't on the couch, that it was night… so on, so on, so on. Every time he woke up from his "dreams" it was in a situation like this, waking up right before dawn and then looking out the window and seeing Snowdin Town, bathed in the blue light of the lamps that were tinted from so much of the elements flowing around them.

Sometimes, he reacted differently. Sometimes, he went into a rage. Those dreams didn't last long and normally ended in tears. Other times, he sunk down, defeated, and went about his normal routine at the will of the one other person he had ever suspected to be in these loops: Frisk. One time he had thrown himself out the window and into the cold, hoping to end this one way or another. No such luck- after minutes of convulsing, and a particularly awkward and terrifying moment in which everybody he knew well enough to elicit any amount of worry for his well-being came around to try and get him out, he simply woke up, placed where he had been about 10 minutes before that.

He sat up and looked around, ready for the worst wave of depression yet to hit him. He saw his clock first, glowing on the wall, proclaiming… thank the stars; it's 3 in the morning. Normally he'd wake up at 8:27.

And then it hit him for real.

What the heck? It's 3 in the morning.

At least he knew he wasn't stuck back in the worst place he could picture himself being: the past. But really. He could go to sleep at noon and not wake up this early. He tried to remember what could've been so stressful and turbulent that he couldn't sleep properly. The events of yesterday hit him in waves.

Oh yeah, I had to pick Frisk up from school.

Oh yeah, they got beat up (?) trying to protect (?) their classmate (?)

Oh yeah, they were in a coma.

Oh yeah, some kid appeared.

Oh yeah, that kid was (?) Chara.

Wait.

What happened to them?

Sans bolted upright, the crushing weight of confusion no longer an issue. The last he had seen Chara, they had been going down the hall… the one that led to the library/study? Why would they be going there?

He tripped slightly getting out of bed, but shot out a bit more magic than he had needed to use to pick himself up. He slipped a bit running down the hall without the high-traction slippers that he normally wore- as if he could run around without shoes with feet made out of bones- but that time he caught himself like a normal person. He nearly sped the whole way to the library, but stopped when he noticed something in the kitchen.

A bit of motion and a distinct chocolaty smell were more than enough to make him realize that someone was in there. But who? Well, he had a pretty good guess.

Slowly, he turned the corner into the door. There they were- Chara, stirring what looked like coffee with what looked like a brown stirring-stick. It didn't smell a bit like coffee, though. He slowly crept up behind them, and realized- nearly breaking out into laughter- that they were stirring hot chocolate with a thin chocolate bar. He should've expected as much from a distraught (?) child (?). Soon he was right behind them, but then he realized that he had no idea what he was going to do with this positional advantage.

Well, he had no idea for about 5 seconds flat.

"BOO!"

A/N: Soooo… I'm sorry for all the awkward scenes and drawn-out nonsense. I'm trying to write, I'm trying to publish weekly, and I'm trying to overcome writer's block. So I had an idea… Maybe, getting to know my characters better would help. I'm going to need YOUR assistance for that. Yes, you. I'm opening a panel… now, instead of just asking me questions (Although nobody has yet… ;-; it's lonely in here all alone) you can also ask questions to certain characters. They won't answer with spoilers or any information they don't know, and questions designed to clue them in to something they don't know (E.X. Telling Toriel [at this point] about Chara's appearance, etc) will not be answered. For now, you can ask Sans, Frisk, Toriel, and Chara (although Chara probably won't be saying much yet). So… C'mon, guys, it's lonely with 0 reviews. Let's try and change that. Bye!