Sans sat up soon as his eyes opened. He found himself sitting in a bed that wasn't his. The room didn't look like his either. Looking around in the dark, trying to remember, he found a lamp next to him on a nightstand. He flicked it on because, for once, the shadows weren't comforting.

Seeing the room bathed in light, Sans remembered where he was. This was a house on the surface that Toriel and Asgore had gotten together. They didn't sleep in the same room of course so that explained why there were so many single bedrooms. Sans and his brother had yet to find a place where they could stay so they were crashing with Toriel, Asgore, and...Frisk. Frisk was here, too.

The bed he sat on belonged to Asgore. Sans tried to talk him out of it, but the old king wouldn't have it. Big guy was probably fast asleep on the couch. Papyrus...? Where was Papyrus again? Right, having a "sleepover" with Frisk by sleeping on their floor. Frisk.

Sans looked down upon feeling something on his rib cage. He saw his left hand resting there tracing a diagonal line. The last thing in his dream before he woke up he saw was watching himself die from a slash across the chest... Did something happen to another him in a different timeline? Was it a memory from his past self?

The room started trembling around him. Sans could feel the distinct disconnect from reality happening. He questioned if the disconnect was a memory as well? Did he really exist, or was everything just a jumble of memories by now? Sans couldn't answer the outpour of questions springing up in his mind. He merely sat frozen to the bed as time ticked by.

Toriel exited her room. She knew she shouldn't worry so much about Frisk considering they took care of themselves, but her mind wouldn't rest until she knew the little one was sleeping well. Muffling her footsteps, because of the late hour of the night, Toriel walked down the hallway stopping when she saw light out from underneath a door. It wasn't from Frisk's room, it was the room being occupied by Sans. Why was he awake?

Toriel walked to the door and found it unlocked. Peeking inside, she saw Sans sitting up in bed a hand across his chest. The expression on his face was frozen, except for the way magic danced in his eyes.

"Sans?" Toriel called out softly. The skeleton didn't seem to react to hearing her. She stepped inside the room and shut the door. Whatever was happening it didn't bode well.

"Sans," Toriel called out again taking careful steps towards him. She didn't know exactly what kind of magic he used, but she was sure it probably related to his brother. She didn't need him attacking aimlessly because he suddenly felt threatened.

Sans distantly heard a voice calling out to him. He felt the sensation of being touched by something soft and...fuzzy? The sensation brought him a little out of his stupor. How long had he been trying to answer the impossible questions? Maybe if he concentrated on the sensation he could make them go away. He knew he had to stop.

Toriel watched as Sans came back to his senses. The magic disappeared from his eyes, and he looked over at her surprised.

"whoa. didn't expect to see royalty after that."

"Hm, hm, Sans, are you feeling all right?" She gave him a tired smile.

"just peachy, toriel. how 'bout you?" Toriel sighed and, kneeling at his bedside, dragged Sans into a hug.

"I'll be fine in the morning. If you have trouble going back to sleep don't be afraid to ask me for help," she said before letting him go and standing to take her leave. Sans watched the former queen go in silence.

He remembered there were nice things that happened whenever they got to the surface. If only he could remember all the precious moments like these...