"Sans! You lazybones! What are you doing up this late?" Papyrus asked his older brother, who was currently on the couch with a pencil and a notepad.

The notepad was scribbled upon with different theroums and laws, along with wingdings. Sans looked a lot more tired than he would normally. There were black marks on the lower parts of his eyesockets.

"M' experimenting, bro," Sans said, drawing what looked to be a wormhole.

"Well, you're not acting like yourself tonight. What's wrong? You've been like this since yesterday," Papyrus inquired. Sans froze up.

How was he going to tell his brother that they were now stuck in a time loop, unable to leave due to a young genocidal child controlling said time loop.

"I'm observing something Alphys sent me yesterday," Sans lied. Papyrus seemed to buy it though, and soon went back upstairs to his room.

"If you are really working hard on it, then I believe that it is important to you. You can get it done, brother! Just remember, we're going on patrol for humans tomorrow!" Papyrus triumphantly said from his room, closing the door.

Sans sighed, looking down at his paper. He'd never find out how to end the loop. He found out that he was in a constant loop of about three days to a week.

"How?" was all he could muster out before falling asleep.

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"Sans, what are you doing?" A familiar voice echoed out. Sans opened his eyes in alarm, seeing the void around him.

"I'm trying to stop this time loop, so I can get you back," Sans said to the open darkness. It seemed to quiver.

"Give up on that second part," A man said, coming out of the shadows. He had cracks lining his skull, and holes in his hands.

"But, Gaster, we need you!" Sans cried out to him. Gaster shook his head.

"You will never get me out. However, I can offer a solution to your first problem," Gaster said, shaking his head. Sans was intrigued, however.

"What solution?" He hesitantly asked.

"That machine was made to make contact with other dimensions. I propose a solution; exchange the human child with a man from another dimension. There's one I have been observing that we do not exist in." Gaster explained.

"Who would we pull in, though?" Sans asked. Gaster chuckled.

"I will tell you when I get them. Be ready for a man of few words." Gaster said, fading into the abyss.

"Gaster, wait!" Sans yelled, waking up.

"Brother?! Are you alright?" Papyrus said, grabbing San's left side. Sans sighed.

"Bro, I'm not alright," Sans started. Papyrus started panicking, putting a ice pack on san's skull.

"I got some left in my, too." Sans punned. Papyrus stopped, his eyesocket twitching.

"You are O.K. then! I'm not sure whether to be happy or annoyed!" Papyrus yelled, frustrated. Sans was left smiling.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Another day, another relic." Darvo sighed as he sat down with Clem.

"Grakata?" Clem asked.

"No, Clem. I'm not getting tired of this. It's just, to think our only customers have been reduced to Tenno and colonists, it's just embarrassing," Darvo said, sitting down.

"Clem?" Clem said, slight worry in his voice.

"What do you mean my shadow's getting longer? We're not on a planet are we?" Darvo asked, looking behind him.

"Clem!" Clem said, jumping up and hitting the warp button.

"Clem, what are you doing?!" Darvo screeched as they were pulled into the void.

"There you are, Clem. I've been looking for you." A raspy, echoing voice said.

"Clem, who is this?" Darvo asked, looking all around, only to spot what he thought was a statue.

"Clem!" Clem said happily.

"A friend?" Darvo asked hesitantly.

"Clem! Clem! Grakata!" Clem said.

"Yes, Clem. I've come back. I need you to take another job." The statue explained.

"Clem?" Clem said, tilting his head.

"Of course, I'll give Darvo some payment. How does… Four hundred Paris primes sound?" The statue said. Darvo's jaw dropped.

"Wait, you'll give me four hundred Paris PRIMES?!" Darvo almost screeched. The statue nodded.

"Yes. I just need Clem for one Earth week. He will come back, alive." The statue said.

"Clem!" Clem said.

"His name is Gaster?" Darvo inquired. He shrugged.

"Alright, I'll bit the bullet. Anything else you want with that, Mr. Gaster?" Darvo asked, scratching his helmet.

"A gift box would be nice," Gaster joked. Darvo laughed for a while.

"So when does he leave?" Darvo said after a moment.

"Now." Gaster said before either Darvo or Clem could respond. In a flash of light, Darvo was alone, on the Mercury junction.

At his feet was a member of steel meridian.

"Where's Clem?" They asked.

"He got a job. A really well paying job that helps people," Darvo said after a moment.

"Can we get to him if things go bad?" They asked. Darvo thought about it for a moment.

"He's already got backup," Darvo said with a smile. The operative scowled.

"Who?" They asked.

"The void itself." Darvo said, before closing up shop.