Sans has you stay in his room the rest of the day and night. Every now and then you hear banging and loud whispers. You look around again for the 20th time that night. There was literally nothing you could do. Maybe you should just leave once you find your clothes.

But what if there was more monsters like Undyne that wanted your soul? Though they made it sound like you wouldn't be useful with only half of one. Maybe that's why so many monsters had overlooked you?

You head back to Sans' bed and lay down. Good lord this bed felt amazing. Groaning, you stretch out and get comfortable. If you ever got out of here, you're dragging this mattress home with you.

A knock comes from the door and you mumble a 'come in'. Papyrus peeks his head in first, then walks in all the way with a plastic bag in his hands. "GOOD EVENING HUMAN! I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL."

"Sure am Pap." You sit up and eye the plastic bag, he notices this and smiles brighter. "I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A SNACK!" He easily strides over and inspects the bed before sitting on the edge. "I HAD REQUESTED MY BROTHER TO GO BUY SOME CINNABUNNIES, I AM POSITIVE THIS LITTLE DESSERT WILL HELP YOU FEEL OPTIMISTIC."

Papyrus unwraps something that looks similar to a cinnamon roll, but literally shaped like a small cute rabbit. You gently take it into your hands and take a bite. You destroy the poor sweet in a few bites. Papyrus watches you closely but after a moment he looks defeated. "I HAD BEEN HOPING THAT FEEDING YOU MONSTER FOOD WOULD HELP YOUR SOUL BEFORE I HAD TO TELL YOU ANYTHING." He wrings his hands together nervously. "MY BROTHER DIDN'T WANT ME TELLING YOU, BUT THAT LAZY BONES HAD BEEN HOLDING BACK TOO LONG."

"HUMAN. THE FACT YOU HAVE HALF A SOUL IS HONESTLY IMPOSSIBLE. THE FACT THAT YOU ARE SITTING HERE ALIVE AND PERFECTLY FINE IS A… I'M NOT SURE IF I SHOULD SAY MIRACLE, BUT I KNOW IT IS NOT HEALTHY AND VERY DANGEROUS."

"YOUR CURRENT CONDITION IS SO FRAGILE, THAT ONE MAGICAL ATTACK COULD BE ENOUGH TO… HARM YOU."

"What exactly is my soul?"

He seems shocked for a moment, "D… DO HUMANS NOT KNOW?" he looks mildly uncomfortable. "PERHAPS THIS IS SOMETHING MY BROTHER MUST SPEAK TO YOU ABOUT.." Before you could say anything, Papyrus is already up and out of the room. You look at the bag on the floor and see more cinnabunnies.

You wake up to Sans sitting on the floor next to the mattress. He's softly snoring and you can't help but watch him closely. You're stuck questioning how skeletons have eyelids and whether they have the lungs and stuff to breath and snore. You almost can't help yourself.

That's a lie, you completely have no control over your impulses and had already pressed a finger to his bony eyelid. He swats your hand away and rubs his eye sockets. "kid?" Sans peeks out between his fingers and watches you for a moment. "need somethin'?"

"Actually yes I do."

You scoot over and pat the bed. Sans literally just crawls onto it and lays with his face flat down.

"I need you to explain stuff to me, I'm becoming more and more involved with everything and it'd be extremely helpful."

He groans for a dramatically prolonged period then turns his head where one eye light is looking straight at you.

"this isn't the first time we've met."

"I know that."

"no no no. before i accidentally.. killed you. we've met before."

Sans finally pushes himself up. "first things first. your soul is a culmination of your being. you currently have half a soul due to some complications from a reset." He had to go through a long tiring explanation of souls (which seems like your assumption was right that it was a family taught matter), resets and loads, and even went as far as trying to claim that Frisk had control over these 'resets'.

"Okay okay okay. So if Frisk honestly has control. Why would they reset?"

He grimaces and looks away for a moment. "you might've died in a previous timeline."

"How?"

"a truck."

Woah okay. "So like. Why do I only have half a soul?"

He rubs his hands over his face and you allow him to take his time. The more he told you the more he looked exhausted. Under his sockets were deep dark circles, his eye lights looked like the gentlest gust of wind could blow them out.

"inna previous timeline we're soulmates. our souls were bounded and everything. first monster human bonding so no one knew exactly what would happen between us. when you died.. i.. i tried to fall down. the half bit of your soul that mine bonded with wouldn't let me. it persisted despite you being gone. i guess because it had been fuzed with my soul for a prolonged amount of time before the reset that it came with me underground."

This was some serious information. You basically bullied your current not current monster version of a husband. He seemed to notice your confusion and waved it off.

"your soul didn't return because of the barrier. i don't know how to return it or even how to connecting the rest of our link to you."

"Why would I want that?"

He snapped his attention back to you. "what?"

"Why would I even need the other half and my soulmate link?"

"y-your soul is you. you probably won't live as long as intended i-if you don't get it back."

"But that means we'd have to be soulmates?"

"we're soulmates no matter what sweetheart. you just can't feel the complete link."

Sans looked to be on the verge of tears.

"But why would I want to feel what your feeling and vis versa? It seems like an invasion of privacy to me."

You straighten the blanket on your lap. "I may have loved you in a previous timeline. But that doesn't mean I do now." At this point his hands were shaking and his sockets looked to be deep void like pits. "All I know about you now is that you're a monster that killed me." You blink and he's gone.

Maybe you were a bit too honest..

After a few hours at attempting sleep, something brushes against your foot.

"(R/N)?"

You furrow your brows and sit up. At the foot of the bed are your clothes, and sticking out of the floor is Flowey.

"Holy shit dude, where have you been?"

"Shut up and get these on. I had to wait till that smiley trashbag was distracted."

You immediately hop out of bed and start changing. "Where did you even find my clothes?"

"Papyrus had them hanging up in Hot Land to dry."

"Hot Land?"

"Hurry up! Dumb and dumber are out 'training'."

His vines wrapped around your arm while others opened the door and tried to pull you through. You dig your heels into the floor. "I don't know Flowey. You hadn't been helpful for me at all. Why should I trust you." He seemed to flare up in anger. "I have been distracting monsters left and right just to clear a safe path for you."

"So? Last I checked, there's no reason for me to worry. My soul isn't useful for anyone to actually attack me for."

Flowey tenses for a moment. "You can still die."

"So?"

His vines constrict a little tighter around you and he starts tugging on the door frame harder. "You can have your mid-life crisis AFTER we leave!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

Surprisingly Flowey was strong. Holy shit he had to have been holding back on you right now. The rubber on your boots start up an annoying screeching on the wooden floor. Once reaching the door, you cling onto the frame and dig your fingers in.

"I said no!"

At this point you were fighting back against him your chest started to constrict in panic. You thought you were useless with half a soul. Why is he so… So determined to have you go with him.

He's yelling at you but you can't decipher the exact words, by the tone you can tell they were rude as hell.

Let go.

Let go.

Let go!

In a flash of green Flowey is thrown out the door and over the railing and you're thrown into Sans treadmill. Oh god that actually hurt a lot . You gasp for air, but even that action alone sends immense pain through your head.

You can hear Flowey scream a curse. You slowly dragged yourself up and rub down your impending bruises. What now?

Looking around you finally notice the window above Sans bed. How can you have an open window without lighting up the room? What kind of logic is that?

You quickly stumble over to the bed and unlock the window. Looking around behind you first, you heft yourself out and shut the window as much you could.

The snow on the roof itself was literally past ankle deep. It didn't look that deep from the other side of the window! You slowly start sliding with the roof. Oh! Luck is on your side, there seems to be a small shed behind the house.

You gently slide onto it then hop into the snow on the ground. Perfect. 10/10 You quickly shuffle out to the front of the house. Last you checked there was an Inn in town. Maybe you can hide out there for a little bit.

Before you can make a final decision you notice a familiar color walking in your direction. You squint as it gets closer and it freezes.

"kid?"

To your right Sans is standing there looking tense. To your left is a possibility that Frisk is standing there in the foggy steam between the snowy town and warm humid caverns.