"ISN'T THAT KIND OF IMPRACTICAL FOR THE SUMMERTIME, SANS?"

While rolling his eyes, Sans reminded himself that this was not his actual brother talking over his shoulder right now, and so a retort of "mind your own fucking business" would be inappropriate. After all, pointing out that a fluffy coat was impractical for the summer was more reasonable than simply shouting at him to put it back and giving a cursory smack to the head. So, grinning wryly while Papyrus couldn't see, he only said, "true, but you never know when it's going to suddenly start snowing. don't want me to freeze to death, do you?"

He grunted and sucked in a breath when he felt his not-brother squeeze him tight in a hug from behind. "NO! NO I DO NOT!"

"okay great," he said hoarsely.

Oblivious to everything as usual, Papyrus let him go and then proclaimed, "I'M GLAD YOU'RE BECOMING SO PROACTIVE, BROTHER! EVEN THOUGH I DON'T THINK WE REALLY NEED WINTER CLOTHES, IT'S GOOD TO BE PREPARED."

"yeah. uh." More than anything what he wanted was to get the red one, or the orange; they weren't like the coats he had at home but the colors appealed to him more than blue. Buying a red furry coat, though, might look too out of character, so some sacrifices had to be made. "... want me to get you one?"

Papyrus patted Sans on the head and stepped off to another part of the Rabbits' "New Home, New Threads" store. "NO, I'LL BE FINE! DATE CLOTHES ARE THE PRIORITY FOR ME! THIS TIME I WILL NOT BE SO CARELESS AS TO GET THEM TORN UP LIKE, UH, LAST TIME."

Sans slid off his hoodie, the better to make sure the thing fit. Hundreds of sizes were required for hundreds of different kinds of monsters, and it made shopping a pain in the ass at home, too. "the hell kind of dates have you been on?"

Papyrus' voice faltered, "WELL- YOU REMEMBER, IT WAS-" And then it picked up in volume, "SANS, DON'T DISROBE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORE! USE THE CHANGING ROOM!"

"i still got a shirt on, paps," Sans snapped.

"IT'S STILL INAPPROPRIATE! THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR! THIS PART OF THE STORE IS FOR PICKING OUT CLOTHES, NOT FOR CHANGING INTO THEM!"

He huffed, unzipping the jacket. "oh shut up."

But Papyrus was serious, apparently, his skull "flushing" as it were- embarrassed at his rude older brother refusing to follow clothes' shopping etiquette. "SAAANS THE CHANGING ROOM IS RIGHT THERE."

He would show him mercy this time, carelessly shrugging at him and grinning. "eh. whatever." Just like his Papyrus, he was so easy to get riled up. So desperate to get his own way, except that unlike the old Papyrus, he was not willing to use violence for it. Sans walked into the changing room, holding the blue hoodie of his parallel self in one hand and the new fur-lined jacket in the other. He'd already riled his new brother up a lot today, might as well take a break.

Besides, he was getting worried about his appearance in other ways.

There was a large mirror in the changing room; throwing both jacket and hoodie on the bench, Sans walked up to it and peered closely at himself reflected in the glass. He had a perfect memory of how the other version of himself appeared, that face memorized after many different looks through the viewer in his world. He also, for obvious reasons, had a perfect memory of how he was supposed to look. It was integral to the charade that the two appearances didn't mix, and more importantly that he never looked like himself again.

Pressing up against the mirror, Sans tapped his teeth with one bony finger and felt along the ridges of his skull. It had been a couple days since he arrived, not yet a week. But in the days that he had been here, he was already found out by a small child based on just his appearance. Granted, that was because they had seen who he really was through something outside of his control- and he definitely was never going to get his picture taken again- but it was still worrying. He would have to be more careful in the future.

His "normally" straight teeth were looking a little crooked that evening. It would need fixing before somebody noticed and commented on it, like some people were still commenting on his voice. Although his eyes still looked all right, they probably should also get fixed up while he was at it. Sans shook his head and dug into his pocket, taking out a little tin marked with a red "A." He pried open the lid and scooped out some of the white goop inside.

Alphys promised Sans that the material in the tin was self-regenerating, although just to be safe he used it sparingly when possible; if he couldn't mask himself permanently, it wouldn't matter how hard he tried to fit in while in this world. With a little of it on his fingertips, he pressed the substance up to his mouth and molded, grimacing at the taste. Soon enough it looked acceptable to him, the magic substance vanishing from sight as it created the illusion around his teeth. He did the same to his eyes, and even molded it around his fingertips for good measure. Although no matter what he did, it wouldn't fool the kid anymore.

With some amusement, he thought back to to when he first applied this thing to his face, remembering how strange it felt. There was also when he applied it to his parallel self too, surprised even the gold of this tooth was preserved in the illusion. Alphys had done a very good job; not that he was surprised by that, having given her good enough motivation.

If his illusion was in need of touch-ups after this amount of time, then the same must be true of his other self. It wasn't like Sans was going to actually give him any of this to maintain it. It was too sparse and precious for that, self regenerating or not. Maybe people had already seen through the mask he wore, regardless.

Not his problem anymore.

After fixing his mug to look more like somebody else's, and after sliding on the new coat, Sans had a bizarre moment where he couldn't recognize the person in the mirror. Sure, he was short and stocky like him, but he was very obviously not this dude. Whoever this reflection was, he looked a lot nicer than the person standing here in the real world. A lot more relaxed, a lot more in control- or, at least, not sweating all over about his own lack of control. Someone who had multiple jobs, and didn't steal and swindle money out of his fellow monsters to make ends meet- he was still figuring out all the jobs that this Sans had. Luckily a lot of them were odd, and irregular, which made it easier to take them on slowly without arousing suspicion.

Wearing the blue hoodie might have also caused this bizarre feeling in him. But in addition to the unfamiliar appearance of the coat there was the fact that, back in his world, he wouldn't be able to buy that coat at all.

Sans blinked multiple times and took a step back. It unsettled him, but not in the usual way. Rather, he liked to be this unsettled. It was almost nice, that he didn't feel like himself today.

When he finally came out of the changing room, Papyrus was ready to go. He had an armful of dorky clothes, including one with sunglasses on the sleeves, that he insisted were proper date clothes; years of being smacked for joking about the boss's clothing choices were all that kept him from commenting, although he had the huge grin on his face as usual while going through the checkout, watching each article of clothing be scanned.

When they got outside, it was pretty dark; Sans didn't think that they had taken very long in there, but then it had been sunset when they went into the shop.

Today with this new Papyrus was a busy one, without much time during the sunlight hours to buy clothes. Sadly that meant there also wasn't a lot of time to search for his other self's shed key, which he couldn't find in any of the crannies in their house anyway. He'd have to search during the night again. He was actually starting to get tired at this rate. He wanted to ask new Papyrus about it except for the fact that he didn't know if this one was aware of the shed. There was no way in hell that he would tell his own about it, after all.

Walking side by side with his not brother, who happily carried all the groceries, Sans sighed.

"SANS? WHAT'S WRONG?"

He forgot that a sigh couldn't go unnoticed here. He smirked, "oh. i got a new job at a soda recycling factory."

"-!"

The big googly eyes on the poor sap's face made Sans realize that he had heard this one before, and his smile turned mean. "it's just soda pressing, y'know?"

"SANS."

"but then again, if I didn't have a job that would be a total bummer."

"IT'S ELEVEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT, SANS."

"have we been out that late?" He paused, as if in thought. "uh oh, i think i eleven oven on."

Papyrus pressed their multiple shopping bags over his skull with a noise that sounded like "nYOOOO," and Sans couldn't help laughing. His reactions were pretty funny, especially when they didn't end in Sans getting hit upside the head. The mean smile still on his face, he half wondered what kind of reaction he would get if he told the other joke that was lying unsaid in his mind. I got fired by my bitch manager this morning, though. I'm apparently not allowed to press all the cans in that factory. It was too bad the topic switched so fast.

Well, he would think of another, and then he'd get to see those googly eyes again.

That was his plan, but then a drop of water hit his skull a block from his and Papyrus' house. It sprinkled the ground around them in a sudden light shower, one that, judging by the clouds, had been poised for days.

And then everything else fell out of his mind, leaving behind a sucking vacuum which drained the night's good mood away.

Sans wasn't an idiot. He knew where rain came from; he had read all about precipitation when he was a little bone, with nothing else to occupy his time in New Home but pranks and human books. That was a long time ago, but it was there somewhere, in the back of his patchy memory of his youth. Water was warmed by the sun to create clouds. Those same clouds, when they got too heavy or cool, turned back to water and started the cycle over again. It was natural on the surface. He knew that.

But at that moment, suddenly, he didn't know that. Suddenly, with those drops of water falling around him, he was back underground. In Waterfall. In the "rain tunnel." Or even under a cascade of water, with how quick the rain was starting to pick up. He wasn't on the surface. He was back in the caverns. Where was the water coming from, if not from some underground river flowing over rocks and dripping through cracks? How was it falling all around them, if not from a ceiling?

Growing soaked in his hoodie, and with Papyrus next to him, Sans made a shuddering gasp. "uh... h..."

"SANS?" The loud voice next to him only made it worse. There wasn't enough air. Unable to breathe deep enough, his chest hurt and he made another gasp, this one even larger than the first. "SANS ARE YOU... OKAY?"

"get off my back," he said in a rasp. Why- why, after eons of being so careful, why had he suddenly picked today to start having one of these attacks in front of the boss?

Despite his deep and rapid breathing, that perpetual uppercaser didn't get the point and put a hand on his shoulder. Sans pulled away quickly, huffing, eyes wide and struggling to take in the truth past the imaginings of his hysterical mind. He and Papyrus were standing in the rain tunnel back home. Everything that he had accomplished over the last few days was gone, erased, reset.

Reset.

"B-BROTHER?"

There was a strange look on his brother's face that he didn't remember ever seeing before. Papyrus could not be concerned for him, so he must be mad at him instead. Was he going to get beaten and left in all this smelly water? Sans took a step back. Why? Why? Why? Why did they reset? Except, he'd never remembered the resets before. They were only a theory. A terrifying theory that sucked. If he remembered this time, was that because-

Papyrus was approaching him. Sans couldn't breathe fast enough, nor hard enough. He felt woozy now. Was he dying? "SANS, YOU'RE KIND OF FREAKING ME OUT?.?"

No, this- this was not a reset. This was not a reset. This was not Papyrus. Not his. The clothes were completely different! The face was different! So why couldn't he keep from hyperventilating? Stop it, stop it.

"PLEASE SAY SOMETHING-!"

get off my fucking back get off leave me alone leave me alone- If he attacked Papyrus, he'd be attacked back. Attacking anybody meant- meant he'd be attacked back. He wasn't even safe to defend himself. It was crossing a line that he desperately wish to cross and yet knew he never could. And so the magic had always stayed right beyond his reach while his SOUL trembled, fearing the reset, fearing the beating, fearing death and endless cyclings of it. That had been the case every other time. But this time Sans' mind and SOUL were made to process multiple things in quick succession.

The first thing was that this, that this Papyrus wasn't going to attack him. He was too nice.

No one is going to kill me.

And with that, something snapped back into his SOUL's reach.

But then after those two things came the realization that had already been brewing on the edges of his panic. That was the realization of what an idiot he was being. it's surface rain you jackass. There was no need to panic, nothing had reset. But by the time that realization came to the forefront of his consciousness, it was already too late.

He already threw his magic, rising willingly for the first time within him, at the new "boss" who was approaching him. " k."

Papyrus shrieked as a wave of spiked bones flew at him, and Sans stood frozen while they drove into the other skeleton, dealing all just 1 point of damage and yet so many of them flying out at once. Before he could be ripped to pieces by the sudden swarm of attacks, Papyrus summoned his own wall of bones and blocked the rest of them. Sans didn't send any more; now he was hyperventilating for a whole new reason, taking several steps back from his not-brother.

"Sans, Papyrus are you guys okay?!" A little monster without any arms ran across the street towards them.

Sans was breathing too hard, and now with all the rainfall shivering too hard, to respond. He looked over at Papyrus. His not-brother's eyes were almost bugging out of his skull, checking himself over for cracks. Not too many attacks got through; what injury Sans had just done could be healed quickly enough. But the way he was looking at Sans...

He should run. He could hide in the woods and live in the woods for the rest of his life.

"S-SANS- WHY DID YOU DO THAT? THAT WAS SERIOUSLY SCARY- SANS?" Papyrus tried to approach again, and automatically Sans backed up with another wheeze. "WH-WHAT DID I DO-"

"Should I call someone?" The monster child asked.

At that, Sans struggled to speak, "n-no..." no more witnesses to his idiocy, please. "i... i...'m... sorry..."

"YOU LOOK REALLY HORRIBLE, I THINK WE SHOULD CALL ALPHYS!"

"Well actually-"

"no," Sans wheezed, desperately. "just... just... give me a minute." He looked up at Papyrus, pupils contracted when he saw the crack on his not-brother's skull. "uh-hh, you alright?"

Papyrus raised a hand to his skull, wincing before quickly covering with a smile, "OH!.! YES! OF COURSE! I'M ALRIGHT! UH, IT WOULD TAKE MORE THAN THAT TO HURT THE GREAT PAPYRUS! UH, ALTHOUGH, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'D WANT TO-"

Oh god did he suspect was he going to hit him was this actually passive aggression? "i don't- i- i mean- was just an accident-. sorry bo- bro-."

"IT... " Trying to keep the obvious fake cheeriness on his face, Papyrus rubbed his skull and nodded. "IT'S NOTHING. LIKE I SAID, I'M ALRIGHT! I GUESS I CAN UNDERSTAND BEING STARTLED? BY THE RAIN?... ? ... I MEAN, IT'S NOT SOMETHING WE HAD UNDERGROUND SO..."

He nodded eagerly, maybe a little too eagerly, "yeah, yeah, i... i think i'm still on edge cause of... uhh.. being sick."

"RIGHT!" Papyrus latched onto that too, and yet for Sans there was not even the barest minimum of relief to know that he was buying this. He just felt unsettled, a very bad kind of unsettled. "WE SHOULD GET OUT OF THIS RAIN THEN... AND ALSO OUR CLOTHES ARE SOAKED."

That meant that new his coat was soaked too. "...aw shit," Sans said, and then he remembered that there was a kid staring at both of them. "...whaddyou want?"

"Oh! Uh! I just wanted to make sure that you guys were okay!" The monster kid said with a nervous cough. "But, um, I have to meet somebody in an hour so I think I should get going- back home- right?" He looked up, over at Papyrus with large eyes. "You'll be okay right?"

Evidently they knew each other. Papyrus waved off his concern, "OF COURSE! A LITTLE HEALING WILL FIX THIS IN NO TIME."

"C-cool!" The kid gave another glance over at Sans, a squinting one that made him uneasy all over again, and then scrambled off. He tripped once and fell without any arms to support himself, and Sans struggled not to laugh in front of Papyrus. It was only a brief respite from his screaming nerves, anyway.

In front of him, Papyrus was wringing his hands despite still weakly propping up that cheery, everything-is-fine expression. "S-SANS...? INSIDE...?"

Sans was no longer looking at him. This was too much. Trying to keep up the act was too much. Too much, with the rain still pouring and the magic inside him still swirling, disturbed for the first time in a long time-

What could he do? Go to Toriel? No, that twerp was right before, he was far too unpracticed to pull it off around her for too long, and right now he was-

Ah, well.

That twerp.

It's not ideal, Sans thinks. But with Papyrus, an injured Papyrus staring at him with such utterly alien concern on his face, sure to become suspicion any moment, he didn't care. He didn't even know where the fucking Grillby'z was here.

"look, i-" another deep breath, smile worn, "i gotta go. you, uh, go inside and dry off, okay?"

"BUT-" he didn't mean to, but something changed in his expression when he heard that voice speak up again. god dammit, my papyrus isn't this nosy, he couldn't stop himself from thinking. He smoothed it over, but he wasn't sure if it had gone unnoticed. Papyrus only said, "WELL... DON'T BE TOO LONG! PLEASE DON'T GET EVEN MORE SICK!"

"i," he had to go. He had to go now. Before he started hyperventilating again, "yeah, uh, i won't. ...see ya, bro."

It was all Sans could do to wait until he was out of sight before he took a shortcut. He didn't even see Papyrus shudder all over when he was gone, the fake cheer dropping entirely from his face.


The rain tapping on the windowsill, louder than it was last week, broke Frisk out of her mindless study of the silver key in her hands.

With dark and worried thoughts, she had been trying to stay awake and at the same time terrified to do anything to wake Toriel up. Thumbing through her keys- ones that she mercifully hadn't had on her keychain at the time that Red Sans crushed her phone- the girl was just waiting for when her clock would turn to 12, and then she could watch for Leo at the window. The secret she had in her chest was already making her ready to burst, and it had just been one day.

Toriel thought her quietness at dinner was being sullen over her grounding. "You have to learn not to do such dangerous things," she'd said. "I know you've spent a long while on your own, but this isn't Mt. Ebott, and you're a growing child. You have to be safe, now."

Frisk didn't even understand what that meant; no one had ever grounded her or worried about her before Toriel. But even talking about it was too much to risk when all she really wanted to say was it wasn't her fault at all so stop being mad at me please. She'd silently picked apart her dinner and went to bed; being grounded killed a bit of her appetite for drawing her pictures. She no longer had any of the photos of the monsters she had yet to draw anyway.

In her room she listened to music and read a book, then did her homework until Toriel said it was time to sleep.

She pretended to go to sleep. And now here she was, looking at the clock every few minutes.

Still had an hour left, unfortunately.

The key presented its own puzzle to her bored mind. She had already used it once, to see into Sans' shed. What she found there confused her more than anything else about him, made her wonder if there really was a "truth" for her to discover after all, and if she had missed it. The machine, the blueprints, the picture, all of it seemed to be from a part of his life utterly separate from what she knew about him.

Frisk half-wondered if it was because of that shed, or at least its contents, that he was gone from her now. Maybe it was responsible for the Red Sans' existence, or... it could be the key to finding the real one again, at least. She lay on her back and moved her legs through the air as yet another distraction; if possible, while sneaking out she could check the shed with the key, that is if Sans hadn't replaced the locks yet.

When she told him she'd swiped his key, he called her rude and said he would do just that. But this was Sans; it took him forever to do anything.

11:05. Frisk sighed.

There was a "knock-knock" on the door.

"Uh?" The girl slid her legs off the bed and popped back onto her feet, cocking her head. "Tori?"

And then came a voice that jumpstarted her body like electricity, starting Frisk running towards her bedroom door. "... no, you say 'who's there?'."

"Red Sans-"

He was staring at her, body shuddering as he smiled, on the other side of the doorway. Frisk just had the presence of mind to shove the shed key in her pajama pocket before she was in his full range of sight. "hiya," he said. "the fuck did you just call me?"

"Uh- oh, uh- I said Sans." She took a step back, frowning. "Why are you in my room?"

He looked a bit like how he did when he was first exposed for who he really was. Heavy breathing and sweaty; Frisk felt her gut turn. "uh, well. just needed a spot to, uh, be more like... well, not really that, but," a deep breath, "i mean, did you wanna hear a joke?"

A joke? Her gut told her no. Frisk shook her head.

"aw c'mon, it's funnier than the other one," he said, giving her what looked to be the friendliest smile he could manage. "the other one was what i like to call an anti-joke. this is not an anti-joke."

Clutching her pajamas, Frisk nodded.

His smile got bigger, and he stepped closer. "great. okay, what do you call a human on your doorstep with their arms and legs cut off?"

She squeaked.

"a mat."

"... ..."

Again, he burst out in uproarious laughter while Frisk closed the door in a panic. "ahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Stop!" She begged as he continued laughing, "You're going to wake Toriel up!"

Still giggling, Sans shook his head, "your face, though. that's never gonna get old."

Frisk folded her arms, "Why are you here?"

"i just need a minute," he said. Frisk glanced towards her clock and fidgeted, and he followed her gaze. "yeah, i'm sure little brats like you need sleep. i just need a minute."

"A minute for what?"

Even though it looked to her like his teeth were always gritted, this time it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth, too, "just. a minute. you can give me that much, can't you?"

She wasn't the Lord of Time, but whatever. Frisk climbed back onto her bed and sat, feet kicking slowly over the edge. As long as a minute didn't translate to 55 minutes. "Okay."

"thank you." Red Sans stayed quiet for a while, just breathing until she couldn't hear him do that anymore. His skeletal body was slowly shuddering, as well, creating a faint rattling noise that persisted for a while longer. It hadn't really stopped when he spoke up, "hey, hypothetical question."

"Uh?"

He shifted. "did your sans and papyrus get into fights a lot? and, uh, if they did what would they do afterwards?"

Frisk had to take a moment after her stomach seized up, feeling cold at the thought that this wasn't a random at all, and he had just fought with Papyrus. "Th-they don't- they don't really fight. I guess they- they argue, sometimes, but they're usually- usually okay after a while. They don't hurt each other."

Again, he shifted. "huh. what if either of them did by accident?"

"Did you hurt Papy-"

"no. fuck." He snorted, his golden tooth glinting. "it's a hypothetical situation. don't you know what hypothetical means?"

Frisk curled up on the bed. "I don't, actually."

"-oh. well look it up," the skeleton monster snarled. "Jesus."

After a few seconds of thought, the dictionary too far away, Frisk pulled her knees up to her mouth and mumbled through them, "I think that Sans would make extra sure that Papyrus is okay."

Red Sans took a deep breath. "i bet he would. gotta remember that for next time."

Next time?

She wasn't exactly feeling great to begin with, all things considered, but the change in her body and mood was instantaneous. Every hair on Frisk's neck stood on end, and she crossed her arms over her stomach as it turned over, the skin on her face tingling.

She had to do something. Papyrus was in trouble.

She looked back at the clock and bit the inside of her cheek.

Red Sans is ignoring you.

It was true, he wasn't looking at her anymore; Frisk cleared her throat. "Did you want to go up to Mt. Ebott with me sometime?"

Now Red Sans blinked at her, genuinely surprised. "huh?"

She couldn't believe that he was making her have to repeat it; it was hard enough the first time. But with a burning stomach, Frisk said, "I thought we could go up to Mt. Ebott again sometime soon, just us two. Since you can teleport and everything, I wouldn't have to take the bus up to it. It's really- um, really pretty in the summer."

Not to mention the fact that inside the mountain it was possible to SAVE.

In front of her she heard an um?, and Red Sans' smile had been almost startled off his face. "... you asking me on some kind of date, twerp?"

Well, despite the fact that the phrase "you ask Red Sans out on a date" did enter her mind, she wouldn't have called it a date herself. More like an outing, if anything, since none of her dates with monsters have ever gone well. But holding her hands together, she nodded.

Clearly that wasn't the answer he was expecting; maybe he'd been expecting flustered denial or sarcasm. Whatever it was, Red Sans just blinked again at what he got instead. He even edged back a bit, eyeing her warily before breaking out into an incredulous smile. "... hah! you're not serious."

Frisk nodded, pressing her mouth into a straight line. Trying to communicate without words that she was very serious.

"... ... uh." He searched her expression for a second, but this was one thing Frisk could hide from his scary mind reading powers. "... what's the trick here?"

She hoped that he couldn't tell how much she sincerely did not want to hang out with him under normal circumstances. "No trick," she whispered. "If I can't see my Sans again, I might as well get to know you better... right?"

"i'm not an idiot, pipsqueak," he said, and the girl froze. Then, like the old Sans, he lazily winked at her. "but i don't mind the offer. i'm pretty sure you're way too young for me, but hey, you're cute in a human kind of way. but maybe we should wait until you're... not grounded anymore?"

Frisk squinted at Red Sans and he laughed again.

"-I hope it's soon," she said. And then gave in to anxiety about the clock, as he shrugged, "... But yeah speaking of being grounded, I don't think Toriel wants me to have company over either. And I think it's been more than a minute."

"aw, look at you kicking me out so fast. you're just like that other..." His voice cut off and he sweat a little, again. His pupils moved off to the side, as Frisk snapped to attention. Then he uttered, "... hey, nevermind. i'll see you soon, twerp."

Good, get out of here before Leo comes. Frisk forced a smile as he waved a hand at him, pulling her feet in off the side of the bed. "'Bye."

Red Sans gave a little crescent wave at her and then paused, "oh, before i go, do you know where grillby's bar is?"

Frisk just stopped herself from saying, "Do you know where the real Sans is?" Frisk bit her tongue instead, and shook her head. She knew how to walk to it, but had no idea the street number or how to give directions to an outsider.

"welp, thanks for nothing." Red Sans said as he disappeared with a flash.

And all alone, giving another look at the clock, Frisk let out a huge sigh of relief.

Not much longer before midnight.


Author's Note: I promise the potential date here would be platonic ;w; the only UF!Sans ship in this is one-sided UF!Sans x UT!Toriel.

Next Chapter: Midnight Meeting of the Sans Rescue Team