You sit in your computer chair trying to hold onto some sort of coherent thought. What the hell was happening? Was Sans really…?

Whenever your brain tried to finish that thought it felt like it would stall and blank out. Things like this DIDN'T happen. Things like this COULDN'T happen. But they were...or at least they seemed to be…This was driving you crazy and, while you hated to admit it, there was a distinct knot of fear sitting in your chest. You knew it was daft to get so worked up over a few lines of text and a couple of crashes. That logically it was nothing more then the game having fun at your expense, but logic was having a hard time remaining in control.

Your mouse once again hovers over the Undertale icon but you can't bring yourself to click it. Undertale wasn't the problem it was just that silly little letter. Grabbing the document you drop it into the recycling bin. If they didn't want anyone to be messing with the game files then fine. Bye bye creepy Sans, have it your way. You pause for a moment before hitting the empty button. There, it was done. It was over. Letting out a sigh you laugh a little at your'e over reaction to what was likely nothing more than an easter egg. Well that was the last time you would ever mess with game files. Though you guess in a way the letter had done its job, Undertale was finally the furthest thing from your thoughts.

Looking at the clock and realizing how late it was. Debating if you should do a quick rounds on the regular sites to see if there are any updates you decided against it and shut everything down. Bed was just what you needed now. Feeling a little silly you reach down and make sure to unplug the power to your PC as well. Better safe than sorry.

Your head still feels like it's buzzing as you lie down, but sleep remains just out of reach. The letter and its responses continue to play over in your head. It had been kinda fun. Maybe if you had tried out some different responses things would not have spiraled out of control. After laying there for a little while you try and get your thoughts settled.

"It's over. No more Undertale, no more letter. Just sleep and forget about it." That was easier said than done but you do eventually drift off.

When morning comes you still feel groggy but that had as much to do with the late night as it did anything else. Glancing over at your PC you find yourself reluctant to turn it on. It would be a waste of time anyway since you had to head out in a bit. A day without your computer would do you good, and it would be waiting for you when you got back later this evening.

It was just coming up to seven before you eventually plug your PC back in. Today had not been too bad and you still had a lovely full feeling from dinner. Perfect time to do some browsing and check on what has been happening in the world. Your good mood soon drops.

The letter document is back, sitting in the exact spot it always did on your desktop, just above Undertale.

Nope! You refuse to over react. You were clearly tired last night. Maybe you had hit the restore all button instead of the empty button on the recycling bin. That's all. This time you make sure to pick up the document and drop it in the bin before hitting the empty all button. You finish it all off by checking the bin a few times as well as making sure the document is completely gone from your desktop. Gone and done...hopefully. Wanting to bring back your earlier mood you pop open Netflix and attempt to veg-out on your current series of choice. Two episodes in you find yourself struggling to concentrate and just feeling bored. You had seen the show before but that normally didn't bother you. Deciding a shower might help to clear your head to close your browser. Something keeps you sitting in your seat.

The document is back.

Nope, nope, nope! This was not happening. You knew this time you had deleted the letter, there was no way you had been mistaken. Looking back at your computer screen you head to the only place you can think to find answers - the internet.

You don't bother to do a search this time, you needed direct answers to your problem and so jump straight into typing up a new topic... but every time you re-read it and go to post it you stop. This wasn't going to work. No one was going to believe this. 'Help Sans is trolling me with a letter'. 'Help Undertale won't let me delete a file'. Bye bye what limited reputation you had with a post like that. Deleting what you typed you decide to try things from a different angle:

'If they could talk.

'Hypothetically what would you do if Sans was able to contact you through your computer?'

There. Simple, to the point and you didn't sound like a lunatic wearing a tinfoil hat. Now you just had to wait for replies. That shower sounded just the trick to kill some time.


So lets add a little user partisipation shall we ^.^ Ignorning what you know in the story, what would you do if Sans was able to contact you through your computer?' I know the sorts of answers one would get for this question but I thought it might be fun to get some answers from my lovely readers.

Shorter then I wanted but I've come down with something and consentration is not an easy thing at the moment.