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"alright, i won't call you that again," the skeleton said, rubbing the back of his head. That last reset hit him particularly hard.

"Who are you," asked Frisk. "Do you have a name?"

"yes." He took a breath and yelled, "john ce-"

*so much reset it's not even funny*

"Do you have a name?"

He stood up straight and lifted his head with an air of superiority. "there are some who call me," he raised his eyebrows, "tim?"

*Then suddenly, the skeleton suffered from a severe reset. The movie reference was no more*

The skeleton reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an apple. After staring at it closely, he leaned forward, his eyes flashing.

"i am kira," he whispered.

*reset. I would've figured him more as Ryuk if anything*

"the name's sans," he answered, jotting down a name in a black notebook. Ha! You don't even know my real name.

"i will soon enough," he muttered. "what's your name," he added in a conversational tone.

"I'm Frisk."

"well, frisk, i may be an old bag-o-bones-"

"Wait…"

"but it was sure-"

No!

"nice to meat you!"

I refuse to understand that painful pun!

"You're alright," said Frisk, giving an appreciative pat on the back. They weren't one for puns, but anything that could get revenge on the narrator was okay in their book.

"let's go ahead and keep walking ahead," said Sans. "my brother made this fence too large to stop anybody."

"Your what did what now," they asked as he led them through the now ridiculously wide spaces between each individual fence post. "Not sure how this could stop anyone." They weren't sure how it stopped them earlier.

"my hard-headed brother's a human-hunting fanatic." In the distance, Frisk could hear someone scream "NYEH" in irritation and exasperation. "but he sometimes has a bit of a soft side," Sans continued as the noises grew closer. "he- papyrus- he says that fences are good for protection, and then says that the horizontal parts of fences make it hard for friends to visit. he's a good guy," he added with a smile. "speaking of which, you might want to hide in a moment. he sounds like he's on his way."

"Why? I want to meet this good guy!"

"oh, he is a good guy, no doubt about that. but I have the suspicion that you want your soul to stay inside your body, and letting my brother find you like this will kinda bring about the opposite. quick," he said, pointing. "jump into that conveniently-shaped bear trap!"

*reset!*

"stand on that big, red x! and don't mind the bank vault suspended fifty feet above it!"

*reset*

"hide inside the stomach of that angry shark! no, you're too slow. lemme help you."

*reset*

"hide behind that lamp!"

"Uh, which one," Frisk asked. They looked where Sans had pointed only to see at least a dozen various lamps of differing shapes and sizes. A few were tall, a few were short, and one seemed to be holding a spear.

"behind the conveniently-shaped one," he answered, pushing Frisk to one which had the perfect shape of them in profile.

"Do I want to know where or why you got all of these lamps?"

"i don't know. do you?"

"just tell me when it's safe to come back out," they answered. They figured that if those lamps were anything like that sock drawer, ignorance was bliss.

The moment their form was fully concealed behind the amalgamation of ceramics and metals and lampshades, they spied a taller skeleton arriving in the area.

"SANS," he screamed, "YOU HAVEN'T CALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES!"

"sorry, bro. i'll do them to-marrow."

Sans turned and faced the trees to the right and made a pose as Papyrus stomped his foot in frustration at the pun. The pain the taller brother had to endure due to familial bond caused Frisk to both smile and wonder if they were just a touch sadistic.

"I SENT YOU A TEXT THIS MORNING TO REMIND YOU TO DO THAT TODAY!"

"a text?" Sans sighed before breaking into a very awkward dance. "you used to skull me on my cell-bone."

"DON'T BREAK IT ON DOWN, BROTHER!"

"aaw, paps! i'm so proud! and look, you're even smiling!"

"I'M GRINDING MY TEETH IN PAIN, NOT DELIGHT!" The subsequent "NYEH HYEH HYEH HYEH HYEH!" successfully undermined the comment.

"i'll go ahead and work on them right now" said Sans, screaming the last word as Paps picked him up and swung him in a circle.

"OH THANK YOU, BROTHER OF MINE! I KNOW WE'LL CATCH A WHO TODAY!"

"who?"

"A WHO-MAN! WE WILL CATCH A WHO-MAN! NYEH HYEH HYEH HYEH HYEH!" The gleeful giggles faded as Sans' brother quickly departed.

"can't live with 'im, can't live without 'im," chuckled Sans as Frisk stepped out from behind the lamp.

"So that's the one who can't figure out fences?"

"yeah. i wouldn't have it any other way. speaking of other way," He stopped and motioned down the path, "continue that way to get to our town, Snowdin. you should be fine. i'll see you later up ahead."

"But I thought you said I'll be in danger!"

"i'll figure something out, don't worry." He began to walk the opposite way.

"You said you'd meet me ahead," Frisk called out.

"Shortcuts," Sans replied. A sudden whirlwind of snow picked up, and when it settled down, the jacketed skeleton was out of sight. Frisk decided to continue onwards.