He pulled the tan trench coat around his thin frame, trying to keep what little heat he had in. Flowey's teeth were chattering, showing how cold he was. They were standing at a small lookout post, waiting for the reset. Thankfully, Flowey had explained it, though it took about an hour for the flower to get him to understand what it was.

They had stopped at a few empty houses on their way here and grabbed something that would have fit. Now, he was dressed in a white button down short sleeved shirt, though the top button was missing, a tan trench coat, a pair of jean shorts and, lastly, a pair of red and white shoes. His old clothes discarded in the Hotlands, having no use of them anymore.

"How much longer till the reset?" He asked the flower.

"Don't know," Flowey shrugged. The skeleton sighed in annoyance and sat in a pile of snow. "Hopefully, your memory will return with it."

"Me, too." He closed his eyes for a few seconds, a new sound rang in his skull. He opened his eyes to see Flowey gone, but he was still in his new attire and left with no memory. He sat up, confused as to what happened. Did the reset just occur? Is that what that noise was?

"Hello. Are you new around here?" He turned to the new voice. It was another skeleton. This one dressed in a strange manner. Black stretch fabric covered his arms, legs and exposed spine. His chest was protected by a white crop-top with puff sleeves. Blue bathing suit bottoms were held up by his pelvis. Red gloves, scarf, and boots put the finishing touches on the outfit.

"Yeah." He stood and slid his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He was about as tall as the skeleton in front of him, he being shorter by an inch. Is this the brother Flowey told him about? Is this-

"My name's Papyrus," the skeleton said, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What's your's?" He slid back into thought. His name was Sans, but that's what the flower told him. Plus, it didn't feel right. "Oh my god, what happened to your face? Are you okay?"

"Oh, this?" He pointed to the crack that ran through his right eye. "It's nothing. I'm fine. As for a name, I don't have one." Papyrus put a gloved hand to his face, covering the thinking frown he had.

"I got it. You shall come to my house." He grabbed his hand and started dragging him back to town. "There, we shall think of a name for you and, maybe, wrap those dreadful cracks." He didn't say anything, and allowed the taller skeleton to drag him to the house. He, honestly, didn't care. He wanted to get to know this monster, even if he wouldn't remember him as Sans.

Wait, that's right. Would there be another Sans here? Or would everyone forget that he ever existed?

Papyrus led him to that colorfully lit house from before. The house that was his and Papyrus'. 'Was' being the key word. He smiled at the Christmas lights that gave the house a 'home' aura.

"Welcome to my home." Papyrus shouted, swinging open the door. "How about I whip up some of my famous spaghetti, after I wrap those cracks. You can sit at the table, while I go get the first aid kit." He bolted up the stairs and disappeared behind one of the doors.

He looked around the downstairs section of the house. It was spotless. Cleaned from top to bottom. He entered the kitchen, seeing the same thing. Clean dishes piled next to the sink, not a spot was left on the counter from the dishes when they were dirty.

"I am back with the first aid." He jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of the host. "Oh, fear not… Uh… New friend! It is just I; the great Papyrus!" He set a white tin on the table and motioned for him to sit with him. He complied.

"So, what can you do?" He asked, pulling out some gauze and medical tape. He thought about it. What can he do? Well, there was that one thing, but he had to be careful with his words.

"Well, I can see snippets of a monster's memory. Problem is, they have to be dead in order for it to work." Papyrus stayed silent, tapping the patch of gauze to his head.

"How about… Link?"

"Link?" He turned, asking for an explanation.

"Yeah!" Papyrus smiled. "Cause you can link your mind to a monster's memories." It made sense. A little play on words, he guessed. He said it a few times, letting the name settle in his mind and on his tongue. He smiled.

"Yeah." Papyrus' smiled brightly, his face would break if he smiled any bigger. "I like it. Hello, my name's Link."

"Yippie!" Papyrus shouted and grabbed him- no- grabbed Link into a hug. "Now, I shall make that spaghetti." He rushed around the kitchen, pots and pans clanging together and pasta sauce splattered the wall. No wonder the kitchen is so clean.

In a matter of minutes, two plates were placed on the table. One for him, one for Papyrus. The taller skeleton dug in, taking large bites of the meal. Link took a small bite, a feeling in his stomach telling him it was going to taste strange. He should have trusted his gut, almost spatting out the tiny bite he took. Link swallowed the amount of food in his mouth and went in for another bite. He didn't realize how hungry he was, till now. He didn't care if the food tasted bad at this point.

His plate was cleaned in a few minutes, but Papyrus was already done at that point. He sat in his chair happily, watching Link scarf down the disgusting tasting food.

"So, do you have any family? Or do you live alone?" Link asked. He was curious on whether he was in this timeline or not.

"No." Papyrus said sadly. "I use to have a brother, but he… died a while back." The fork in his hand slipped, falling onto the plate with a clatter.

"Uh… Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." Papyrus smiled, his sad aura fading away.

"I'm fine now," Papyrus said. "Now, it's getting late. Do you have a place to stay?" Link nodded.

"Yeah. I have to meet someone, actually.