"Ya think I don't see you..." Sans adjusted the hood of his jacket while he spoke to nothingness. He stood near the crater he had created in rage days ago. He peered along the treeline, feeling...something.

"If ya think I'm an easy target just look around...I did this." He sighed after getting no response. "I'm feeling a bit threatened...maybe I should just do that again."

Sans was anything but a liar, he gathered magic in the air around him as if to prove himself. The blasters circled around him for only a moment before he began charging them.

"Alright!" Came a voice from the treeline. "I get it." Red emerged behind Sans, taking note of their similarities.

Sans turned to face his alter ego as if in challenge. Red forced magic in defense.

"You're me." Sans scoffed, aiming blasters towards the figure of himself.

"And you me." Red replied, he raised arms in surrender as Sans brought the blasters closer as Red became nervous. "Look just hear me out, yeh?"

"If I remember right, you injured Frisk." Sans became more violent.

"Yeh but so did you." This response earned Red a blaster positioned inches away from his face. "I don't mean that, like, in a bad way...just uh." He was sweating. "She needs help so uh...I figured I would get some help from ya..."

"She needs help?" Sans brushed aside his annoyance for curiosity. "Listen pal, I think I decided she's not good for me...so uh. Forgive me if I really don't give a shit."

"What?" Red spat. "Ya loved her and ya can't deny that. Dunno if ya know but uh...I see a lot of your memories with 'er."

"Memories?" Sans asked, thinking of the images that flooded his memory of Frisk. "You're lying."

"I'm not!" Red pleaded. "I know where she is, and if you haven't guessed, I've gotten some memories of her with this other guy."

"Oh yeah?" Sans threatened. "Like who."

"Some tall dude with orange magic...that's all I can say."

Sans immediately remembered the orange magic that threw him into a fit of rage and lowered his blasters.

"You seen -em too." Red muttered, adjusting his collar.

"Yeah." Sans looked away to avoid showing emotion to the menace in front of him.

"Ya know...Chara split from -er."

"What!?" Sans yet again turned in disbelief.

"Yeh, that bitch is held up in my house with Boss...she's pretty damaged."

Sans became confused. "Wait, Boss? And how is she damaged...I'm not quite understanding."

"I uh, followed Frisk to this other universe where I was gonna kidnap -er...and when I showed up, Chara was just, there. She split their souls."

"Is Frisk alright??" Sans became immediately worried.

"-m not sure...but Charas only got a small chunk of soul to live off of."

"How is she alive?"

"Boss has been healing her...I wanted-ta take Charas soul to get it back to Frisk but it ain't healed yet." Red looked down at his sneakers. "- m not even sure if Frisk is gonna survive without it...She was already pretty damaged."

Sans felt his heart sank...He knew that. He knew Frisk had a stitched together soul that had been damaged so many times it was simply a cluster of scars.

"She's pretty tough ya know..." Sans forced himself to look at the other. "So why would I be able to help."

"Well, I figured ya could help me heal that bitch so we can get our Frisk back...Boss could use some help." Red explained. "Ya hate Chara just as much as I do...and ya obviously aren't interested in Frisk...so why not?"

"Hey this is all you pal. I told you I'm done with her." Sans argued, stuffing his hands into his coat pocket. "Besides...I aint so good at healing. Especially when I have mixed feelings about them."

"What about your brother? Hes gotta be a much better healer than ya...just like mine."

"You want me to risk my brothers life for Frisk? You realize she hasn't exactly been loyal to me."

"Yeah...Look Boss and I can take Chara to your place, well heal her up real nice...then her soul'll help us track Frisk. The fact that yer helping me be with her is revenge enough." Red smiled at the other.

Sans became enticed. She would be where she wants to be and he wouldn't be any part of it. "If I help..." Sans muttered. "If I help you have to keep her from resetting...She can't come back here...I'm sick of being hurt."

"If that's whatcha want." Red offered a hand to make a deal.

Sans reached out, taking the hand of a monster. "Deal."