Normally, Sans enjoyed being lazy. It had first been an excuse for him to be depressed, but that changed when he got to the surface and everything hadn't reset. Now, he was getting bored not doing anything. He had started fixing all of his flaws when he finally realized that their world would be staying. His hp was the first thing he worked on. He would've been devastated if Papyrus came home one day to find that Sans had died from falling down the stairs. Having one hp had been such a hassle and burden on both Sans' and Papyrus' shoulders. Five wasn't much better, but it was an improvement over the wafer stats he had prior. He mentally thanked his past self for putting forth effort to not die as easily. If he hadn't, Richter would've ended Sans with that rain spell. He still didn't know why Richter had spared him from that either. Despite all of Richter's bragging about being an amazing fighter, the battle version of Richter didn't seem to enjoy it. It reminded Sans of when Richter was telling the Fire Warg about his way of coping with the mental damage. "Masks", Sans recollected.

As expected, Frisk, Asriel, and Toriel arrived at 5:00 that afternoon. They always opted to stay at school with Toriel until she officially got off work. He could hear them approach through the door. Frisk and Asriel never really were the quiet sort anyway. Once the door opened, he knew he was in a world of shit. There wasn't anything that he really could do once they saw him and his clothes. His hp was easier to hide than the physical damage. He still couldn't port anywhere. The battle had drained him more than anything else he could think of. He had to give Richter credit: If Sans couldn't dodge as well as he could, his first attack would've ended Sans instantly.

Toriel had gasped from shock and dropped her bag. He was instantly crowded by Frisk and Asriel as Toriel ran off to the kitchen; probably looking for Monster Candy, no doubt. The kids were careful to not touch Sans as the bombarded him with questions. Frisk was much more worried than Asriel. Frisk's first attempted run was Genocide. He, out of all people, knew what it was like to fight Sans. He could dodge almost all attacks launched his way. Frisk knew that whatever attacked Sans was highly dangerous. Sans couldn't help but laugh at the fact that they probably thought HE was attacked. He felt like he didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.

"What happened Sans? Who did this to you?"

"Are you alright?"

Toriel had entered the room with a worn sewing kit and some candy. Shushing the kids with finger,she turned her attention to Sans. As glad as she was that Sans wasn't dead, she needed to know what had happened to him. She couldn't think of someone would would dare attack the skeleton. The town they lived in, while rarely hosting some hostile humans, was rather peaceful. Almost all of the humans were scared of monsters. Only recently did they start to hang out with some of the town inhabitants. Richter was probably the friendliest human she had talked to since the they got to the surface. Speaking of Richter, she was tempted to send someone to get Richter. He would want to know what had happened to Sans. He would a great asset to catch whoever had injured Sans.

"Sans, eat these. THEN, I want you to tell me exactly what had happened to you. I won't allow my family to be hurt by some ruffian."

Toriel handed over the Monster Candy, which Sans accepted with a quiet "thanks". While he was eating, Toriel went to send the kids away. She didn't want them to hear about whatever had happened to him, in case it was too graphic. She didn't doubt that Frisk had probably been through worse though. Her efforts were halted by Sans' hand on her arm.

"no, toriel. they need to hear this. please."

With a simple huff, she relented. Sans began to speak of how he had received his injuries.

"now, i want you to stick with this story as it progresses. it'll make my job a lot easier if i can tell it without stopping. 'k?"

Frisk and Asriel nodded as Toriel rose one of her eyebrows.

"good that we have an understanding. now let's begin."

Sans adjusted where he was sitting and dove his hands back into his pockets. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with what he was about to say. He had the feeling that Toriel wasn't going to like what he was going to say. He doubted that anyone would. Sans was still trying to figure out how to exactly tell them of the timeline and the resets. Sadly, that wasn't something he could easily explain to anyone.

"this all revolves around richter. to start off with, i was worried about him when he first arrived. i'm pretty sure most monsters would be once they heard that he was in possession of powerful magic and had an army at his disposal. i did some research into my worries by...uh...watching him. while what i found didn't confirm anything, i decided that richter was a problem; to us and the timeline. about the timeline thing, uh. the timeline is basically everything that has happened up to here. it works kinda like a car going on a road, going forward through time. here's the problem with that though. sometimes, something can cause the "car" on the road to suddenly start at the the beginning again. usually that happens when something messes around with our dimension and etc. when richter appeared, he was an complete anomaly. he was incredibly powerful for a human. that was clearly shown by the little battle with undyne earlier. as well as that, we know that he came from a different version and time of this world. thus, i took it on myself, since i thought he was a threat to the timeline AND us, to...well, kill him so nothing could happen. needless to say, i didn't succeed. he is much more powerful than any of us can imagine. i lost and he could've easily killed me...but he didn't. he told one of his companions to move me here while i slept. to sum it up, i fought him purely based off of some worries of mine and i lost; him sparing me in the end. that's basically what happened."

Sans closed his eye sockets and waited for the punishment Toriel would probably induce. No one had said anything after he had spun his tale and the anticipation was unbearable for the skeleton monster. Very quietly, Sans could hear Frisk tell Toriel something.

"Mom, can you leave the room for a second? Something like this happened in Snowdin and I know how to fix it. Richter must be fine, so we don't need to worry about him."

"But Frisk, it's-"

"It'll be fine mom."

He could hear movement which sounded like someone leaving the room. However, he could still hear someone breathing. He was suddenly wrapped in a hug by Frisk. He opened his eyes and confirmed his suspicions. Asriel was sitting on the floor, face pensive. Toriel was off somewhere in the house now, probably confused beyond belief. Frisk quietly spoke, still embracing Sans.

"I'm just glad you're ok. What would we have done without our Duncle Sans?"

Sans chuckled slightly at the name classifying what kind of relative he was. It had initially been a mistake, but Sans wouldn't leave it be. Asriel spoke next, voice questioning. Frisk let go and sat next to Asriel as he began.

"Sans, I know that you were worried, but was hurting Richter really the best thing to do? Why not talk to him?"

"i thought he might've attacked me if i brought up his potential death, ya know? most humans that i've encountered are quite impulsive. i only learned that he wasn't during the fight. he could've attacked me multiple times while I was talking, but he didn't. in fact, i was the one who initiated the battle. and no, it wasn't the best thing to do. to be honest, i think i was blinded by the possibility of the timeline resetting. i want to talk to him NOW, but i doubt that he would even allow me to get close to him."

Frisk decided to cut into the conversation. He was still naive when it came to other human's emotions, especially those of an adult male warrior. He wan't a fool, far from it. Frisk had been through more as a child than most adults. He could read any monster like a book; understand humans was a problem for him though. It was one of the reasons why he jumped into the mountain.

"It's worth trying though! If Richter spared you, then he must care slightly. Why don't you drop by his house now and apologize and stuff?"

Asriel "hmm"ed in agreement. Sans, however, shook his head. They just didn't understand the gravity of the situation.

"guys, listen. even if richter doesn't destroy me when i first get there, his "staff" will. they aren't exactly pleased that i attacked him. i screwed this up."

Frisk quickly glanced over towards Asriel, who was still thinking. They locked eyes and nodded. Asriel lifted his head and practically shouted.

"Then we'll go TOGETHER!

"-w-wait what?"

Sans was quickly grabbed by Frisk and Asriel and was carted outside of the house. Frisk quickly let go of Sans and turned to yell inside.

"MOM! WE'RE GOING TO FIX THIS! WE WILL BE BACK LATER!"

"Hold on a mi-"

The door was shut, cutting off Toriel's frustrated voice.

Death wasn't even slightly surprised. Of course the Belmont would pass out unwillingly before actually even attempting to sleep normally. Finding Richter sprawled across the floor next to an overturned table wasn't something Death liked to return to. He was glad that the human wasn't dead, although he didn't appreciate the mess. Death always hated how messy humans were. It was as if they didn't care about their living situations.

After putting the table in its rightful position and fixing all of the broken glassware, Death fretted over what he would do about the Belmont on the floor. He decided against moving him, in case he got a face full of Holy Water. It wouldn't be the first time either. Death procured a blanket and covered the human. He couldn't help but chuckle at the resemblance to a death cover. Death managed to find a guard for the Living Room, Medusa since she was off-shift, in case Sans came back to attack Richter. He wouldn't put anything past the skeleton. He had already tried to kill Richter while he was sleeping once and Death wouldn't allow that situation to repeat itself. Speaking of the situation, Death turned his attention to the royally wrecked Trophy Room. Pulling down his hood farther, he began to work on cleanup. Almost everyone else was either working on the village or patrolling the forest in case someone came to attack again. He was pretty sure anyway that no one would prefer picking up broken replica parts and axes over protecting Richter.

Death spotted the totaled wagon and the seventy plus axes buried into it. Cursing Richter silently, he began to pull each one out. He really wished that the human knew how to fight without destroying his surroundings. Death hoped that the next generation of Belmonts, if there was going to be one, would learn how to limit their fucking axes.

Sans gave up trying to escape Frisk and Asriel about a few feet after they left the house. No matter what he said or did, they wouldn't quit walking. Based off of their grins, he got the feeling that they were planning something devious. He knew Frisk quite well and he recognized that glint in the kids eyes. It was the same glint that was present when he was trying to walk around with the stacked 'dogs on his head. Determination was a pain in the ass to deal with.

Once they arrived in the forest, Sans got the feeling that they...no, he, was being watched. The trees were too dense to actually see anyone though. He could hear the footfalls of several heavy creatures. The distinct sound of metal could be detected only by Sans. Frisk and Asriel were oblivious to their observer. It reminded Sans of the forest outside the entrance, or exit, to the Ruins. The thought of sentries being posted in the woods wasn't unusual to the skeleton. He understood completely why there would be several guards posted in the forest. However, it confirmed his suspicions that his presence wasn't exactly wanted. He guessed that the only thing stopping the sentries from attacking Sans was that he had children with him.

Only once they arrived at the entrance to the house did the group see someone. Standing tall at the door, a purple and gold armor clad knight tended to the owl perched on his shoulder. His right gauntlet hovered over his sheathed sword while his left was soothing the animal. Turning his attention back to the group with a wave of his helmet plume, he clenched the hilt. Frisk leaned forward, recognizing the signs of potential combat. Asriel, meanwhile, slightly hid behind a tensed Sans. Even after seeing Asriel and Frisk, he didn't let go of the handle...but he didn't pull the sword out either.

"I'm sure Master Richter made it quite clear that you are NOT allowed back here. The children can pass, but YOU-"

Strangely, instead of using his free hand to point, he used the hand that was holding the hilt to point at Sans.

"-will not continue any further from your current position. One more step and I'm afraid that I'll have to end your life."

Asriel hid almost completely behind Sans and Frisk took a step in front of Sans. He spoke out to the knight with the hopes to convince him.

"Sir, all we want to do is apologize to Richter and explain why Sans tried to hurt him."

The knight returned his hand back to his sword and quickly glanced behind him. Seemingly content with whatever he was looking for, he retorted to Frisk's explanation.

"I stand resolute in my directions. You and Asriel can go inside and talk with him. Sans cannot take another step forward, lest he wish death upon himself."

Surprisingly, Asriel walked from behind Sans and grabbed Frisk. He pulled the human to the side and began to whisper to him.

"I don't think that we can talk our way through this...He seems serious."

"Don't give up now, we have to get Sans ins-"

Asriel pressed a furred finger to Frisks mouth, quieting him.

"If everything goes well, we might be able to get Sans to talk to Richter later. We can't do it now though."

Frisk huffed with displeasure, but relented.

Frisk and Asriel walked back to Sans and turned to the statue still knight. Frisk spoke first between the two.

"Just Asriel and I will head inside then. Sans will go home."

Sans just shook his head and began to walk back to Toriel's house. Someone had to explain what the kids were doing. Once the skeleton monster was out of range, he relaxed. Extending his left arm forward, the owl perched on his shoulder flew into the sky. Nodding to himself, he released his grip on the hilt. He turned back to the children to address them.

"I'm sorry for the hostility, but you were harboring the enemy. We've all been a bit...tense ever since Richter was attacked by him. We all have been on watch for the return of him, just in case he didn't accept Richter's mercy. With Richter being unconscious, we've been doubling our efforts. Now, let's go inside. Maybe, just maybe, Richter is in the condition to entertain guests. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Owl Knight, once of the Section Leaders for this house and forest."

Asriel just nodded while Frisk silently fumed with anger. He really had wanted to get Sans inside to talk to Richter. However, he saw what Asriel had meant by them not being able to convince the knight. He was indeed absolute in his words, whatever that meant.

As Owl Knight opened the door, he called out.

"Medusa! You've been relieved of your post. Feel free to take a break and relax."

Right as he got inside, he quickly turned around and bent down to face the children. His illustrious plume on his helmet slightly covered his visor, which he had to continually brush away while speaking.

"Try to stay in the Living Room. We've got several different guards patrolling the house and we don't want you to accidentally be knocked over. Also, DON'T GO IN THE TROPHY ROOM. Death is in there currently cleaning up the debris from the battle. We don't want you to cut yourself on the large amount of glass residing there."

Asriel gave a thumbs up.

"GOOD! Now, let's go inside."

Frisk and Asriel were surprised by the sheer rustic feel the inside of the house gave off. The only light in the room was being provided by the fireplace, despite the many candles on the walls. There seemed to be a body underneath a large gray quilt which was in the middle of one of the hallways exiting the room; an unusual dark spot practically staining the hardwood floor. A coffee table was pushed against one of the walls, looking as if it was recently moved. Several things of glassware were neatly organized on the floor next to the table. An old Grandfather clock rested in the corner of the room, on the other side of the fireplace. A large plush couch adorned the middle of the room, pushed back no doubt to give the sleeping man some space. The hallways were abnormally dark and the sound of moving armor echoed throughout them. The windows were completely covered with a dark cloth for reasons unknown to the children.

Owl Knight, after quickly making sure the room was empty, kneeled over and slowly shook Richter awake. Normally he wouldn't exactly want to wake the Belmont up. Today was a bit different though. He sensed that the children held information that would be imperative to figuring out why Sans had attacked Richter. The kids seemed to be close to the skeleton anyway. The Belmont quickly shot up, just to get tangled on the blanket and fall over. Owl Knight's outstretched hands were quickly slapped away by the tumbling human. After about a minute, Richter gave up and just sat on the floor since he made no headway with his efforts.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, sir! You've just got some guests who might have information as to why you were attacked."

He woke himself up instantly after hearing the knight's statements. He wished things didn't have to get so serious so quickly. Of course things had to involve Sans. No one was willing to let the matter drop, despite Richter's insistence. He understood that they were doing it for the benefit of his health, but he really didn't like being protected by something that probably wouldn't even dare to attack him.

"Where are they? Might as well get his over with."

"Oh, they're behind me."

Owl Knight stepped aside and walked outside,allowing Richter to see clearly his visitors. All pretense of potential formality was dropped the instant he saw that he was going to be talking to Frisk and Asriel. What they had to do with Sans' attack, he didn't know.

"Guys? What the he-...why are you here?"

Asriel had gotten quite comfortable on the couch, so Frisk answered.

"We wanted to talk to you about Sans, dummy! Why else would we be here?"

Richter could think of several reasons why, but he shut his mouth. No point in it anyway, he felt. Sighing, the Belmont pointed towards the couch and SLOWLY untangled himself from the blanket on the floor. Frisk obliged and sat down next to a now sleepy Asriel.

Yawning, Asriel spoke dreamily.

"You know...this is really soft."

He then fell asleep despite all he had to do. Frisk face palmed while Richter laughed quietly. He himself had fallen asleep several times on that couch before. It was probably the only time he had gotten any rest while working since it was accidental.

"So, waddya got?"

Richter's question was more directed towards the awake human than the sleeping monster.

"We just came by to apologize for Sans and...kinda explain why he did it. He was actually with us, but a knight dude made him go away."

"For a good reason, Frisk. I don't know if you exactly understand this completely, but this house was attacked by him last night. Even if I spared him, I definitely don't want him here now or in the near future. To be honest, I'm still pissed that he attacked Ember. I swear, it's like trying to kill me wasn't enough."

Frisk tilted his head, puzzled. He hadn't heard of an "Ember" before.

"Who's Ember? Did someone else fall here with you?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Ember is one of the Fire Wargs here. She's my uhh...psychiatrist. That's off topic though. You said that you were here to explain why Sans attacked me and I REALLY want to know what gave him the guts to do it."

The small human noticed Richter's subject change, but decided to fulfill his demands. If Sans attacked more people than just Richter, than the Belmont was probably pissed.;

"I know what Sans did was wrong, but he had a decent reason as to why he did it."

Sneering slightly, Richter waved a hand at Frisk to signal him to continue on.

"He was worried that you being here would reset the timeline and we would be stuck back in the Underground."

"...what?"

"What's what?"

"Timeline? What the fu...What exactly do you mean by timeline and how can this "timeline" be reset, whatever that means?"

Frisk became slightly frustrated. Despite the Belmont's experience with all different forms of magic, he apparently didn't know about the timelines.

"Uhh...the timeline is, well, this; our lives and all that. A reset is us going back in time and everyone's memory being wiped of everything that had happened past then. It's like restarting a puzzle. Sans was worried that since you just suddenly appeared from another dimension and time, the world here would reset. He didn't want everyone to end back Underground. Sans thought that killing you would make sure that the timeline wouldn't reset and everyone would be fine."

Richter began to massage his temples. He was ungodly confused and nothing seemed to make sense. However, he began to get the feeling that he was unintentionally causing another disaster.

"Let me get this straight: Me being here is disturbing this world and it could potentially reset time itself? Sans wanted to prevent this? Shit, I-"

Frisk interrupted the very worried and rambling Richter.

"LANGUAGE"

"Oh, I'm sorry. But anyway, I should've let Sans kill me. Oh god, this is bad. Why didn't he just tell me? Is it too late? Have I destroyed another world? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

Richter's suddenly gripped his knees, hands clenching. He was sweating and his clouded eyes were looking straight through Frisk. He seemed to be in another world now. Frisk waved a hand in front of Richter's face just to receive no response. With no other choice, Frisk punched Richter in the hopes to get him to respond. It worked, but not in the way he would've preferred. Richter ended up deflecting Frisk's punch and threw the child over his shoulder into one of the dark hallways. A crash of metal and flesh followed the throw. Frisk's pained groan snapped Richter out of his trance. He quickly realized what he had done and put on the Agunea Gauntlet, outlining the area in a blue hue. Richter rushed down the hallway just to stop himself, amused and somewhat relieved.

Richter had managed to throw Frisk into an unsuspecting Axe Knight, who now had a small child caught on his armor. Unable to get up, the knight just slowly untangled the human's shirt from his plate mail. Frisk's constant struggling didn't help either of them in the slightest.

"Child, stop moving. I won't be able to get you off of me if you continue to writhe around like a caught fish. Do you want to get up or not?"

Frisk just looked towards the Axe Knight's helmet, before slowing his movements. He then noticed Richter, who was trying, and failing, to hold in his laughter.

"HEY! Are you just going to stand there and laugh at me or help clean up the mess YOU CAUSED!"

Throwing up his hands in surrender, Richter submitted. He really didn't want to argue with the now grumpy child.

"Ok, ok. I'll help."

While approaching, he mumbled under his breath.

"...it was funny though."

"So are you sure that this "reset" won't occur? If you aren't even slightly sure, then I'm perfectly fine with...uh, disappearing."

Frisk violently threw their hands into the air from exasperation. He didn't quite understand why Richter was so willing to give up. Something was wrong though; Frisk knew that much. It was so out of character to see Richter so downcast and solemn. His hands remained unmoving beside the arms of the chair he was sitting. He was slumping heavily into the chair and his breathing had only just calmed down. Even after helping Frisk untangle from the Axe Knight, his mood hadn't improved...despite the apparent hilarity that Frisk refused to acknowledge.

"NO! NO, NO, NO, AND NO! I won't allow you to hurt yourself because of this. No, the timeline won't reset. It would've already happened if you being here would mess with something."

"Are you sure? I don't think I could handle a repeat performance of...well.."

Richter's demeanor quickly changed. His hands began to clench the arms of the chair and his jaw became set. However, he faked a smile. His eyes betrayed his happy facade; displaying a pain that Frisk hadn't seen before.

"..you know what? Nevermind. I understand what Sans did now and I forgive him for it. Just tell him that next time he tries to hurt someone other than me, I won't hold myself back from kicking his ass."

Richter quickly shushed Frisk before he scolded him on his language.

"No. I don't want to to hear it. We aren't at Toriel's house. Now, I've got to start cleaning. It would be best if you wake up Asriel and head home. If there is anything else I should know, Sans can come by. I'll talk to the guards to make sure they don't attack him when he, if he, gets here. Sorry to cast you out so early, but like I said, I've got a lot to do. Thanks for coming by though."

Frisk, slightly angry that he was cut off, shook Asriel probably more than necessary. He guessed that pushing him off the couch might've been a bit much. Asriel was too out of it to care though. He just shook himself awake and turned upwards towards the glowering Frisk.

"Wha...what's going on? Did you tell him?"

He instantly saw the bad mood Frisk was in and decided to try to ask someone else. He rolled over and turned towards Richter.

"Did he tell you about the Sans thing?"

"Yes, Asriel; I was informed on everything."

"...so are you cool with-"

"Again...yes, I forgive Sans for the ordeal. I just hope he decides to actually talk about it next time instead of surprising me in the middle of the night."

Asriel threw both hands above him with a soft "Woo". Richter shook his head and addressed the now gleeful Asriel.

"Now, it would be best if you leave with Frisk. I've got a lot of cleaning to do and I need to catch up on my lost sleep."

Richter got up from his chair and led the children back to the front door. Opening it, he made a sweeping motion with his hand outward, directed towards the now darkening outside. Frisk and Asriel got the hint and walked outside. Stopping halfway through the yard, they turned to say their goodbyes to Richter; a shut door met their eyes.

It had only been a few days, but the waiting Richter did for Sans felt like an eternity. Despite now knowing the skeleton monster's motives for the attack, he couldn't help but feel jumpy. That feeling of nervousness proved to be a constant downer on his mood. Even the recently recovered Ember could see that Richter was more temperamental. He just didn't appreciate the instinctual urge to defend himself from a threat that didn't exist. He had just started to feel his childhood lust for fighting fade. Richter knew though that it would die down again soon enough.

Meandering about in the Altar Garden, his wait was finally over. After dismissing a Venus Weed in training from her duties in the garden, he turned to meet the sight of Sans investigating the Altar. He had a notepad out and was sketching the symbols and drawings that were engraved into the towering monument. Now seeing the skeleton, the Belmont was surprised that he didn't feel any true resentment towards him. It was as if they were back to a week prior. Richter guessed that he was getting used to becoming friends with his attackers. That sort of relationship probably wasn't good for one's heart though. He hoped that he could completely mend his relationship with Sans since he seemed to be a decent guy, if a little intrusive. Sadly, he knew that there always would be moments where he would have to submerge the instinctual urge to burry an axe into the skeleton's skull for what he had done to his crew. Casting his darker thoughts aside, Richter quietly stepped up next to the skeleton and began to trace one of the many lines with his finger. Sans halted his sketching and stared at the Belmont's finger as it dipped and weaved in between the curves and lines. He stopped at the faint, but large, stain that slowly led down the middle of the altar and pooled onto the bottom. Sans spoke out towards Richter's silent demeanor and the strange stain.

"is that...uhhhh...is that what i think that is?"

Richter retracted his hand and sat down on the base.

"No matter how much I wash and clean this damned thing, the blood won't come out. It doesn't make any sense. If I could get this far with its removal, why can't I finish it?"

Shrugging, Sans retorted with a much expected pun. He was still surprised by how casual the Belmont was being, since the last time they had met had been under combative circumstances.

"i don't think a slightly painted altar is going to stain your reputation with anyone."

Richter loudly groaned from the very obvious pun. However, his strange contentment with how...normal the situation was finally resolved his internal conflict as to if he should bring up the main subject of their meeting.

"Sans, let's just get this over with so we can do more productive things with our lives, like eating."

Sans was amused that the first thing Richter mentioned was food. With another shrug, he responded. If he wanted to get straight to the point, Sans was willing to do so.

"alright. my homeslice, i'm sorry about the whole assault thing. now thinking about it, i should've talked about the whole timeline problem with you. glad that you managed to beat me though. frisk told me about how willing you were to "disappear" after hearing about the potential situation and, well... basically, i was wrong about ya. i was wondering if we could retry this whole "friendship" thing. so, stick 'em out. don't you know how to greet a...new...friend?"

Just like the time back at Toriel's house, Sans had his hand outstretched towards Richter's sitting form. The Belmont stood up and clasped both hands around the skeleton's one. He was shocked by the absence of the farting noise that had accompanied the skeleton the last time they had shaken hands. He became even more confused by the skeleton's widening smile. Richter decided to sit back down to figure out what Sans was planning, only to figure out where that noise producing object had went; that being on his spot where he was sitting moments prior. The monster's deep chuckle was muffled by the groan and yell mix being spouted by Richter, as well as the soft "phhfft" sound coming from the cushion.

"so, how about we do this. i'll introduce ya to a nice eatery in the area if you pay the bill. normally i would say to put it on my tab, but muffet is a bit...finicky with money. after all, my funds are practically-"

"SANS, DON'T YOU DO IT!"

"skin and bones!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"