A wave of light splashed against a blue winter jacket, being pulled into a sea of darkness. The only sources of light were beamed from thousands of flat rectangles, floating quietly around. Each displaying moving image of lives that seemed so familiar to the eye, but so far from reach. Sans watched as one rectangle under his slippers displayed his loving brother, jumping up and down with Arial in arms before placing the girl onto the carpet. Then walking backward before slumping over, as if he hearing the worst news in his life. A short skeleton, appeared to be Sans, hopped off the couch and walked backward then sat on Arial before a wrestling match broke out between them, over a phone.

It was like watching a film of your life, but everything was in reverse. Other screens displayed other parts of the Underground, also playing backward. What was this place and what was up with the odd televisions that displayed his world? This was not the Underground. He looked up to see glowing transparent hands were clinging to his jacket, dragging him away from the cluster of screens. He didn't like being dragged to an unknown place. Sans wiggled in the jacket until he was able to slip out. The transparent hands kept on drifting away with his blue jacket, in hand. Sans looked around trying to figure out which way to swim, to get back home. It was useless, there were millions of cluster of lights floating around. It was hard to tell which was up and which was down. Loneliness and fear washed over his blue soul as everything looked the same. The floating screens of light were spread through the darkness. When he finally reached a cluster, a clear image of a tall skeleton with an orange hoodie drinking a bottle of honey was talking to a human child with rosy cheeks at what appeared to be Grillby's, but with a spider, bartender displayed on a rectangle with an orange glow around it. On another screen, there was a tiny skeleton wearing a blue scarf making tacos with a buff yellow dino monster. It appeared to be the Underground, but everything was topsy-turvy. Sans sighed as he carefully maneuvered out of the cluster while heading towards the next one. Sure it looked close to his world, but not home.

The next cluster was beaming red lights as a screen displayed a sharp-teethed skeleton with cracks near both of the eye sockets, pinning a helpless human child with flowers covering parts of his face, in the snow. Out of nowhere, bones burst through the snow, piercing the poor child in the heart. A silent scream escaped as a yellow flower resembling Flowey, cried as he watched the pure white snow, dye the color red. The sight of it left a bad taste in Sans' mouth as he spotted a screen above that had a short skeleton, with a golden tooth, and wearing a black jacket with fur lining just standing there and watching the bloodbath. This was all wrong, killing a child in cold blood is not right. Sure his hands were dirty from killing Frisk in so many timelines, but only if the Kid steps onto the dark path. What was with the flowers growing out of the kid's head? His attention was turned away from the screen as two large transparent buttons appeared in front of him display the word reset and continue. A little red heart floated in his way as it took on the shape of a transparent child outlined in crimson red. Sans watched quietly as the child pushed the reset button. The entire image on the screen froze before going backward as the ghost child disappeared into the darkness. So was this the power to reset the world? Sans decided to move on and leave the question alone until he found his own world. After what felt like hours of watching the different clusters of screens, it was clear now that these were not his world or timelines, but other alternate universes. Sans wished he had the time to explore all universes in more depth, but he was starting to worry about his own. Did it finish resetting and was

Papyrus freaking out because he was not there or was the world frozen in time waiting for him to return? He needs to get back to his own universes. There were still too many unsolved questions that need answering.

Maybe the next area would be home, just a little bit further. A chill ran up the spine as Sans felt something smooth and wet slide up under the cotton shirt. Quickly looking over his shoulder noticing a black figure the same height as his own, with four black tentacles on its back. One tentacle was already slowly making its way up to the rib cage. Sans was too terrified to move as he felt it tightly pressing hard on his blue soul. The white light in Sans's eyes grows dim, a moment away from death's door. Beams of light, shot through the dark causing the black tentacle creature to slide away from San and spill quickly into the darkness. Sans was left a bit blind as blurry blue hands grabbed each of his arms and lead him through the darkness. After what just happen it was a probably a lot safer to let the hands lead than go alone, again. Maybe it would lead back to his universe. When his vision finally came back, he noticed above his head was a large disfigured ram skull, appeared to be transparent with a blue and orange eye. Its bony features were covered in cracks, and a large chunk was missing where the left eye should have been. If Sans had a guess, it was some kind of blaster. The ghostly transparent skull and hand lead him into a cluster of screens glowing white mixed with a bit of purple color. Unlike other universes, this one appeared to be frozen in time. One displayed Alphys, watching something on television while eating popcorn, one screen Undyne was doing a push up on the floor that appeared be part of her room, and the other had Arial covered in sweat, grasping onto her covers for dear life. Seeing her was a clue that he was finally back where he belongs. This was the only universe he was sure she existed in. This brought a calming relief that Sans was finally home. The only question now was how to go back? The first thing would be to find an image of Papyrus or anything that looked like the skeleton brother's home. Near the end of his journey there it was, an image of a room with trash scattered across the floor and a broken down mattress. Blues tears streamed down the side of his skull as a bony hand reached out to take the image. The closer the bony hand got, the brighter his blue soul glowed in happiness. Just a few more inches and Sans would be…

Unknown White fingers slide across the bedroom image while a massively distorted creature was slowly pulling on it. A mute scream burst out of Sans' mouth as he frantically tries to grab onto the image. It was useless with the glowing hands holding on to him. All hope that was left in his soul vanishes while the screen was pulled in the ghostly black body. There before the young skeleton was a monster with hollow black eyes and a boney face. The right eye socket had a large crack going up its forehead while the other side had one going down into the creature's smiling mouth. The ghostly hands holding Sans captured, released him as it floated in-between him and the monster.

"💧✌n💧!"

Strange symbols in glowing blue light, appeared over the ghost's hands as it made gestures that Sans could not understand. It appeared to be some kind of text which looked familiar, but couldn't place where he has seen those symbols before. The hand gestures had been signed language. Whatever the monster was trying to say, it was useless, as Sans couldn't make heads or tails with any of it. Sans opened his mouth to tell the monster he didn't understand and demand the screen back, but there was no voice to speak.

"❄h✋💧 ✋💧 ❄he ✞o✋👎. ❄here ✋💧 no 💧o🕆n👎."

Again the monster tries to communicate with different hand gestures and symbols. Sans was starting to lose patience with this thing. If they couldn't communicate to each other than force was the only option to get back the image of his bedroom. The white lights flickered out in Sans' eyes as it left a burning blue fire of anger. The Gaster Blaster materialized overhead, waiting for its master's orders. It was a dangerous move to pull out the big gun, but seeing that monster had a blaster too, he was not going to take any chances. The monster tilts its head to the side while a bony hand reached into its ghostly black body and pulled out a tiny dark purple speck of light.

"👎o ✡o🕆 re💣e💣👌er ✌ g✋rl n✌💣e👎, ✌l✋👍e?"

The purple speck slipped out of its hands through a large hole carved into the monster's hand. The light flickered weakly as it drifts over to Sans. There was something about this light that seemed familiar. Deep down in his blue soul, he dearly wanted to remember as a bony hand reached out to take hold of the speck.

"👎on'❄ ❄o🕆👍h her!"

The monster's smile twisted into an oval shape as it was clinging onto Sans' hand. Pulling the terrified skeleton close to its body. In the corner of San's eye, he could see a purple speck turning dark purple as it raced towards them. The warmth that Sans though he felt earlier from the speck was dripping with anger.

"✌l✋👍e, 👎on'❄ ❄o🕆👍h 💧✌n💧…✋❄🕯💧 ❄✋💣e, ✡o🕆 re❄🕆rne👎 ho💣e."

With a free hand, the monster quickly grabs the speck and shoved it into a nearby light screen. Light splashed against his hand as his face twisted in pain while pulling it out. Opening the hand slowly to see nothing was there, but a crack forming around the hole in the center of its hand. Sans watched in horror as a tiny bone fragment chip, floated pass his eye socket. If he tries going back, would the light from the screen, damage his body too? He had to take chances and get back home to Papyrus. Without him, time could not move forward. Pink slippers pushed against the deformed monster skull's chin bone while his free hand desperately tries to find the screen in the ghastly black body of his capturer.

"✋'💣 💧orr✡ for ❄h✋💧📪 💧✌n💧."

A silent scream escaped San while throwing his head back in pain. A sharp wave of magic went up to his spine as something pressed its way into his rib cage. Orange-Blue light beaming from the cotton white shirt as the monster used it's free hand to send waves of its own magic into Sans' soul. Whatever was happening, it didn't feel like his soul was being crushed, but something was adding to the blue heart, which shouldn't be there. Which caused every bone in his fiber to rattle in discomfort. His mind became hazy; wash out colors of black, orange, and red came into focus. Mind swirling around until Sans could see he was standing on a metal bridge and a folder with scattered sheets all around his feet. A gust of steam blew through the metal wiring lift up sheets of paper and something that felt like a tail of a long coat. Sans tried to look and see what he was wearing, but his body wouldn't move an inch.

"They call us monsters," an unseen male voice sighed as San's hand moved on its own, picking up files. When the files were gathered up and placed neatly into the folder. His body stood up and faced the scene in front of him. Out in the distances, shrieks and screams could be heard as lava splashed against fleshy bodies. The flesh melted like candle wax as it oozes down their skull before they sunk into the fire pit of lava. Up above, more cries joined as humans of different color and age where dropped quickly into a pool of fire flames. Still alive as lava slowly stripped them of their humanity enduring hellish death.

This was too much for Sans to watch as he tries pleading for his body to turn away. Why would someone toss a dozen of humans to their death? Where was that male he heard early coming from? Were they standing next to him? No that was not right; the voice was echoing coming from inside. The body turns away and started to walk away from all the death, but stopped when notching tiny fingers latching onto a side of the rocky cliff trying to hold on for dear life. "What do we have here?" the unknown male said with a tiny bit of excitement rattled in the bone.

This brought little relief to Sans as he watched a tiny blue glow formed around the tiny thing's chest. It panics as it felt its body was being lifted away from the rocks. Wigging its body as it desperately tries to brush the blue glow off its chest. Not realizing the magic had a hold of their soul, not the body.

"Stay still or I may accidentally drop you into the volcano…That's a good….girl" Hovering in front was a little human girl with long black hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Dirt and few spots of blood stained onto her white underdress with a saddle bag across her chest. A skeleton hand reached up for the child pulling her into a hug. "What's this?" puzzlement was in the male's voice as their bony hand carefully rubbed a black spot that covered the girl's right cheek thinking it was soot.

The mark would not come off and it was not only a black spot on the girl. There was some on the shoulder and tiny ones on her bare feet. When the child tried to speak, nothing came out as the girl made a coughing motion. With fatigue in her eyes, she looked up at her savior while blood started to slowly drip down the side of her lips.

The next thing Sans knew, the body was running at top speed with the child tightly pushed into their chest. Everything came to a halt as large white doors were pushed open of the Royal Laboratory. The mind panicked as Sans could hear someone else's thoughts worrying about germ warfare, outbreak, and damaged voice box.

"Gaster….Honey, what do you have there?" A frighten female called out as tiny footsteps were chasing behind Sans. In the corner of his eyes, was a thin female skeleton wearing a blue dress with a long red scarf flowing behind her. Did this lady just refer him as…not him but the monster he was inside, as

Gaster? Then that meant he was inside his father, but how? Could this female skeleton be his mother? Did his soul go back into the past and now reliving an event that happened to his father?

"It's a patient…Get the quarantine room ready!" Gaster shouted in fear, a bony hand was placed on a door opening as a flash of light blinding Sans' vision for a second. When everything came back into focus, there was a laptop sitting front of him with the strange font being typed out onto a computer document. It was very similar to symbols the black-white monster had used in place with all different universes.

"Are you sure she was not going to affect Sansy." Sans' mother spoke in a worried tone as the lid of the laptop closed shut by a bony hand with very long delicate digits.

"I tested every monsters' DNA a million times, there are no side effects….Whatever it seems to only affect humans." Gaster spoke in an unsure voice, placing his own hand over the smaller ones. Gently bringing her hands to his mouth making a kissing sound. In front view was a lovely female monster giggling while wearing armor with delta rune crest on the chest plate. Did this mean that Sans' mother was once part of the Royal Guards? The only memory of his mother's clothing choices was the blue dress and scarf. Never in his life did his father mention her being part of the Royal Guards. So why was this kept from Papyrus and him? Then again, the skeleton family never talked about anything that dealt with the Royal family. Gaster worked for the King as the Royal Scientist but never discussed his research to anyone. Sans never bothered to ask his father about his work in fear of ruining their family bonding time.

"Thank goodness….Do you think you can cure her?" Sans' mother asked pulled away from Gaster and turned her attention away while looking down at something in front of her.

"Looks like human scientists couldn't cure it, so out of fear they tossed the sick ones into the volcano…Maybe with magic and science, I can find a cure…..What is it, Bel?" Gaster asked as he stood up to see Sans' mother had a bit of sadness in her eyes as she pat the human girl wearing a black rabbit hood and playing with building blocks. Next to her was a baby skeleton on his back while trying to put a foot in his mouth. The adult skeletons laughed before Bel picked up the infant and places him on her lap.

"I was wondering if we could adopt Alice….I know it's my job to take humans to the King…she's such a good girl and she gets along with Sansy...What is it, little one?" Bel asked the little human child holding up a notepad. In crayon was the word "food". "Alright, but right now I'm talking to daddy…It's kind of not fair that the Royal Family can't adopt a human child of their own…The poor dear needs us.." She remarked while rocking tiny Sans in her arms.

"Still, we need to let the King known…I don't want our family branded as traitors..." Gaster looked down to see Alice was tugging on his lab coat while holding up a notebook. Written on page 'What's a traitor?' " It's another way to say someone betrayed another." He patted her on the head as she quickly wrote 'I'm the enemy.'

"No dear you are not the enemy…It's just some monsters are scared of humans…." Bel answered as Alice wrote on the notepad "Sans" ."Well, that's because Sansy is your friend…Alright…alright, he's your brother." She laughed as both she and Gaster looked at Alice who was very upset, with her arms crossed.

"It's getting late and Sans need his nap…You, young lady, need to learn sign language…It would be a lot faster if you just sign everything than writing." Gaster sighed while looking back over at his soulmate and baby. Sans wondered if any of this information was importation and how it was possible to see any of this. Seeing that he didn't remember the human child's name was Alice, then the only conclusion was that she died from her illness in the end. There was no way that his parent was heartless monsters that would easily hand her over to the King. Then again could this be linked to Arial or resets?

"What would the two of you like for dinner?" Bel asked standing up with a sleepy baby in her arms. Alice smiled as she wrote 'pasta' on the notebook page while pulling on the white lab coat.

"I agree to spaghetti…with ketchup?" Gaster laughed while Alice stuck her tongue out in response. Sans chuckled watching her draw pictures of stick figures wearing a long coat and ketchup bottles for the head. The kid had a sense of humor. Deep down he was a bit jealous of her and baby Sans innocents. What did the world have in store for them both, a path to death and misfortune just around the corner?

"Dear, I don't think she likes ketchup in her sauce."

"It's a family tradition."

"Alright...Sansy, say night, night to your big sissy." Bel giggled holding up a tiny bone hand making sleeping baby wave good night. The older Sans vision started became blurring as he watched his mother became farther and farther away. Screaming as he called out to his mother to come back. He was not ready to go, he wanted to spend more time with his parents even if it meant watching from the sideline. Darkness covered his soul as it slipped into the quietness of nothing.

((OOC: Just in case you wondering which AU I was referring to, UnderSwap, FlowerFell, and Nightmare Sans. I couldn't get all Wingding text to work so I had use some normal English letters. :( Here translator: .ru/static/wingdings_ . One more note, this will be the only chapter that HT Sans going come in contact with other AU.))