"Oh hey there! Are you the new nightguard? I wasn't sure you'd be able to find the place." A guy walked up to Sans. He sounded like the guy on the phone, but looked like the 'purple guy' Alphys was talking about.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure, I'm the 'new' nightguard." At this point, Sans had no reason to actually be able to comprehend anything that happens with the pizzeria and all it contains. He wouldn't even be surprised if the entire restaurant suddenly burst into flames.

"Great! Let me show you your office! I'm sure you'll feel at home here at Fazbear's." The guy led Sans down a long and dark hallway. They past several party rooms filed with eager children devouring pizza. Finally the purple guy/phone guy stopped walking. In front of him was a large room without a door. Vents decorated the walls, one on the left one on the right. A collection of kids' drawing were hung up on the wall to Sans' left, and one poster of the animatronics on the right wall. Other than that, not much was in the new office. Sans sat down behind the desk.

"Oh, sorry about that, I should've picked up my soda cup before you got here." Purple Phone Man picked up a large soda cup off the desk. Sans didn't notice it, and he probably would've assumed it was his own, and drink it. Now Sans was gonna be thirsty!

"So when are the kids gonna leave?" If Sans were to be watching over killer animatronics, there shouldn't be small children playing around. Why are there even kids around in the first place? Is it even legal to have murderous robots?

"Oh don't worry, those 'kids' aren't even real. We got some surface company to make us hologram children. It will make the animatronics less hostile. Not harmless, but in 'performance mode.' They wouldn't bite all the little kids, now would they?" Purple Phone Man laughed nervously. He then bolted out of the office, waiting for his words to register in Sans's mind. Sans did get it, but he was just too tired to be concerned. Or care at all.

The next thing he knew, Sans was in the same diner he was dj-ing in that one dream. There were no kids there, no animatronics, nothing. Take that back, there were a bunch of pumpkins lit up around the main room of the diner. Two of them seemed to be floating in midair. Not spooky at all. The diner owners probably hooked them to a wire or something. Why were there pumpkins anyways? Then Sans remembered that pumpkins are a tradition of humans as part of a holiday. Frisk told him about it once. Hollow-queen, if he remembers correctly. Was it Hollow-queen in this dream?

"Hello?" A dark, twisted voice said. It was definitely not any sound an animal would make, if there were any animals in the diner. Sans turned around and saw a clown-child-demon standing behind him, only a few inches shorter than the skeleton himself. The thing had enormous razor-sharp teeth and giant hands.

"Now would be a good time to wake up. Or you could stay here and suffer with us, I wont say no to that." One of the floating pumpkins was behind the clown-demon-child. It look like a pumpkin version of the derpy chicken from the pizzeria.

"Come on Jack-o-Chica, don't scare away our new victim!" The other floating pumpkin was next to the chicken. It was a pumpkin replica of the bunny.

"But I never get in on any of the fun!" Now the pumpkin animatronics were arguing.

"And you think I do? It's always Nightmarionne who terrorizes the new folks!" This was the most amazing thing Sans has ever heard in a dream.

"Did I hear my name? Jack-o-Bonnie, did someone new finally show up? Can I kill them?" A floating nightmare puppet that would mentally scar anyone who hasn't seen the entire universe be destroyed many, many times.

"Literally NO ONE likes you, go away." What was even happening?

"You just don't appreciate my inner beauty." Nightmarionne floated away. Sans was enjoying this fight.

"Hey Jack-o-Bonnie, have you ever considered becoming a Ploo-tube star? I hear pumpkins are 'in' this time of year. You could do some collabs with me!" Sans was unsure what Ploo-tube was.

"Wait, what's 'Ploo-tube?' Is it like Youtube?" Sans took a swig of a ketchup bottle he magically had.

"Are all monsters idiots? 'Cuz I don't think Youtube exists. wait, why aren't we tormenting you yet?" The chicken realized its own stupidity in that moment.

"Because SOMEONE wants to take this fresh soul for THEMSELVES."

"Okay, one, that like, offensive to everyone that has ever done anything, and two, I HATE YOU." The bunny exploded. Right there, because of pure the entire diner exploded in a blast of fire and horrible sound that would melt anyones ears. Sans was grateful that he was in a dream. Also that he didn't have ears.

-fabulous real world-

Sans was tied to a inconveniently shaped lamp that made his back very itchy. He tried to call for Papyrus to help him untie himself, but his mouth was squirrel-taped over so he couldn't make any understandable words.

"Did you finally wake up? How did the jack-o animatronics treat you?" It was Purple Phone Man, holding a roll of squirrel tape. Sans obviously couldn't possibly respond, so P.P.M. ripped the tape off.

"You kidnapped me. Why?" P.P.M. sat down on a comfortable looking chair.

"It was simple, really. I snuck up behind you. Or should I say above you. Then I knocked you out and dragged you here. Welcome to my house by the way.

"You're gonna have a bad time for this, let me assure you." Sans' eye flashed blue for an instant.

"Ha ha ha. You think you could fight me. All right, I'll let you go. But only if you win the fight. If I win, though, you die. Sound fair?" Sans had a way to get out of this undoubtedly unfair deal.

"Let's go." Purple Phone Man untaped Sans from the lamp.

"On the count of three we go. One, two, three." Sans took a short cut into his own house. What an easy way to win. To his surprise, the living room was filled with broken down animatronics. Will the nightmare ever end?

-random author note-

Sorry this chapter was really random. I made a really long chapter, so what do you expect? Hope you didn't cringe too bad, and if you made to the end, than congrats.