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Summary: Time to get some understanding on what Sans is going through, wit R'S help of course.

It was over, and they finally had a successful conclusion.

Sans however, well it was different for him.

It wasn't that he was unhappy about the outcome, or even that he thought Frisk would be resetting again. Rather, it was because he still remembered. He ALWAYS remembered, and could never forget. Thousands,THOUSANDS, of resets or save points. The memory of all these timelines haunted him. It was not something that anyone could forget – Nor was it something that anyone could understand.

Talking helped people with their problems, but Sans would never be able to find someone that actually, truly, understood.

Moreover, his family was noticing.

Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, Asgore, even Mettaton had noticed. They knew something was wrong, but they could not ever figure out just what it was. Sans would never tell them either, just passively evade any question – or if the questioning got too heavy, he would 'Shortcut' away.

"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY MY BROTHER WILL NOT INFORM US OF HIS PROBLEMS – I THE GREAT PAPYRUS OF ALL PEOPLE, COULD HELP HIM."

It was a meeting, damn near an intervention, in Alphys' true lab.

Frisk looked almost guilty, staring at the floor.

A hand was placed upon their head, causing them to look up and see their mother, "It is not your fault My Child."

Nevertheless, it was.

Frisk did not remember in full, but they did not need to. They knew that some horrible things had happened in some of the timelines, mostly because of their ability to reset. They also knew they most likely didn't remember a full ten percent of what happened. For whatever reason, all of those memories were blacked out for them.

They started to sign, 'I know but… I wish I could know, I wish I could remember.'

This confused the majority of the people in the room, "What do you mean My Child?" Toriel was the first to ask.

"What's that suppose to mean PUNK?" Came Undyne's inquiry, only MUCH louder.

However, they did not answer.

Sans wouldn't like it.

Someone was watching, someone whose name was erased and never to be remembered save for one person. This someone saw everything, knew everything, felt everything. They were and they weren't, good and bad, substance and void, R. They watched Sans, they watched the Universe, the Multiverse, and the D.

They wanted someone to understand their most dear person. They wante to understand. Therefore, he would make it so, because he was everything and nothing all at once.

Alarms went off, Alphys ran around frantically, "T-T-THIS IS N-NOT GOOD, This shouldn't be happening this can't be happening! …"

They all stared, tense and looking around, but knowing better than to touch anything.

Sans teleported in, right in the middle of Alphys checking the instruments. Wild-eyed, he rushed to help her, because Sans KNEW this alarm. Everyone acknowledged the alarm as something incredibly serious before Sans entered, but now that he was there… Moving around like that, sweating, they knew this was even more serious than they had thought.

"we need to get out; we all need to get out." Sans frantically said, stopping with the instruments and instead turning to the people he cared about most, "evacuate the whole area of hotlands, at the very least"

"What's going on?" The calm, yet worried Asgore inquired, as they started to job toward the exit, everyone in tow.

"no time to explain." Sans said, but he also did no to.

"My Child, stay close to me." Toriel said, holding Frisk's hand in a death grip, the most worried she'd ever been. She could not lose another child, not after having just gotten them.

But it was no good.

An explosion erupted from the middle of the lab, and it tore through the walls faster than they could run, and they saw it. Magic so strong, so full, so beautiful that they did not want to run anymore. Colours that they didn't know, knowledge that was on the tip of their tongues but never in their brain, and never tangible, it lai there. They would not make it anyway – So what harm could it really do, giving up?

Moreover, the one person that could actually get away, had given up a long time ago.

Consumed was a good word for it, when the lights hit them. Consumed an G. They had everything, but they were nothing.

Then they became only substance again, but it paled in comparison to what they were only a few moments ago.

This shock did not last that long, as they quickly look category of their surroundings and just how everyone was. They were all there, no issue. Of course, they all had various expressions in emotion. Toriel looked so relieved, holding Frisk for dear life, and the others looked relieved too – Each looking at their respective most important person.

Sans looked to Papyrus

Asgore looked to Toriel

Toriel looked to Frisk

Undyne and Alphys looked to each other.

And Mettaton at Papyrus. Out of the corner of his eye, trying to make it the least amount of obvious as possible.

There was someone else among them. A black figure, upon a closer look the black faded into the shape of a head, cracks running down the skull, black holes for eyes. Everything about the figure seemed sharp – But fading along the edges in what almost looked like a screen glitch. Their whole being seemed to emote, but words did not come, even as the figures mouth opened. Sans just looked terrified, but didn't so much as move away from the void in front of them.

There was a screeching sound in their heads, cutting off all exclamations of panic that just couldn't be heard in the darkness surrounding them.

'Hello, I a R, I a D, everything and nothing, an G. You all wan G, do you not? You want t Sans, like no one should be able to. I will allow it, I will make it happen, because I am nothing, an D.'

The voice was so clear, crystal in their heads. It blocked out all other thoughts, all except the most basic and strong.

Th around them lit, not form something normal or home, or something that should even be possible, but instead with something akin to a screen, a television, yet somehow nothing close to it. To simplify this however, their minds just called it a screen. After all, coming up with new words to describe something isn't an action done in such a tense and curious situation.

'I will show you time, time. Times that, you should not remember, but you will. This will make yo D, just like Sans.'

Show them, was going to show them other timelines, the nightmares that only Sans himself could remember.

This was either a nightmare, or a blessing. Such was the duality of the void.

left after he finished speaking, and things became lighter. There was ground, and comfort, but it was on the edge of the mind, that it was not real. It still looked like a home, Toriel's home to be exact. A replica in the void, in which the screen started to act like an actual screen, as though it was a TV show having been paused.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT?!" Came the screeching, near panicked voice of the former Captain of the Royal Guard.

"T-T-The Core, it B-Br-Broke, and when the C-core breaks that, what we just E-experienced hap-p-pens. Its happ-p-pened before but… It's h-hard to reme-m-mber." Alphys offers up part of an explanation, trying to calm her girlfriend, not wanting the stressful situation to get worse by her determination to get answers.

"Are you sure you are okay my child?" Toriel asked her child, petting their head in a form of comfort. Getting a short nod in return, Papyrus rushed over to Frisk as well.

"HUMAN! I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL PROTECT YOU IN THIS PLACE! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT FAMILIAR FIGURE DOES NOT HARM YOU, OR MY NAME ISN'T THE PAPYRUS THE GREAT!" Even Papyrus' endless confidence was dented in this situation – Especially when he mentioned that the figure seemed familiar to him.

Sans on the other hand, was still frozen stiff, hands in his pockets, staring at the 'TV' that was in the room. His hands were in his pockets, but they were bunched into fists.

Frisk wiggled away from the worried ground and stepped toward Sans, tugging on their jacket to get his attention, Signing, ' E, it will be okay.'

Frisk knew though, that this would be hard. If what th had said was accurate, they would be watching exactly what was wrong with Sans, and they would be doing it when Sans himself was extremely emotionally raw. Still, Sans forced himself to relax and give the kid a reassuring noogie, moving over to the 'couch' and sitting himself.

It didn't really matter did it, certainly everyone seeing a few resets would not matter, wouldn't change anything. had hurt Sans enough in this life; surely, the man would not attempt to continue doing so now. They were probably just neutral or pacifist runs. At least, San D.

Asgore gathered his wits enough to speak out, "Perhaps we should all follow Sans example and take a seat, standing around in separate conversations will not help solve this issue."

The man was a true politician, because even if you hated the guy, you STILL listened to what he said. The man just opened his mouth and people would follow what he said. It was impressive, to say the least.

So they did, they all sat, and got lost in their own thoughts for a good minute, gathering them from their previous shattered state. Shattered they were, because one doesn't becom D, and not come out of the situation completely unchanged.

"Could you perhaps tell us a little bit of what is happening here Sans?" The King asked his judge, but as softly as possible. He knew Sans well enough to know that the evasion could possibly start with even the most meaningless of questions.

Everyone looked at the short skeleton so curious, so in NEED of information though, that he could not refuse.

"i don't really know. it's hard to say with that man, just what he has planned. it's best to be on our toes as well. there should be no need to say this, but undoubtedly that man will not allow us to leave until we've given him what he wants." And Sans was serious, looking into his eyes everyone could tell, especially the lack of puns.

"B-b-but what d-does he want?" Alphys questioned, shuddering along the inquiry.

"i'm guessing that we just need to watch the little 'screen' until he sends us back. he probably will send us back anyway; there is no reason for him to keep us here. i'm not really sure what the screen will show, but it's probably best we all prepare ourselves." Not a single pun was uttered.

They all stayed quiet; there was not really anything else that needed saying. As they all remained quiet, the 'TV' screen started to move. It was just a slow movement, nothing that really mattered, just a bed of flowers; it almost looked like a peaceful moment. The group wondered why th had made such a big deal about it, wondered how this would help the Sans.

Until a person hit that bed of flowers.

Frisk had showed up on screen, and it seemed like the start of something big, for everyone involved.

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