Frisk: Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! It's all my fault! *She holds her hands to her head* It's all my fault! I didn't mean to! I didn't want to! Please forgive me! 

Flowey: Hey... How about we go downstairs... And see exactly what happened...

Frisk: *Nods* 

*Eliver, Flowey, and Frisk walk downstairs into the kitchen, they see Sans on the ground crying as he's holding Papyrus' scarf, a dusty powder on his hands*

Frisk: I'm SO sorry, Papyrus! I-I'm so sorry... i'm so sorry... i m   s o   s o r r y  .  .  .

*Sans stares into Papyrus' dust*

Flowey: Guys... I... think we should leave him alone... and... tell the others what happened...

*Two days later*

Frisk: *Enters the kitchen, Sans hasn't moved a single muscle...* Sans... Please... do something! Everybody's worried about you...

Sans:  .  .  .

Frisk: Please... I know you won't do it for me... but do it for Papyrus... He wouldn't have wanted you to do this...

Sans: ...  I want him back... *Tears stream down his face* I want to see how he acts when I finally pick my sock up, I want to help him cook, I wanna do his puzzles, I want him to see the stars ... For once... I thought that we had a "happy" ending... But there's honestly no point in living anymore If I don't have Papyrus... There's no point in anything anymore if I don't have Papyrus...

Frisk:  ...  *They look at him with a saddened expression* I... I... *Frisk has a found a loss for words*        <Mind: Maybe he'll be okay in a week?...>

*One week from Papyrus' death*

Frisk: Sans- Oh my god... *Sans is wearing Papyrus' scarf and is laying by his dust*

Sans: I know he'll come back... He always comes back...  .  .  .  Please come back...

Frisk: Sans, have you slept at all?

Sans: no point...

Frisk: Have you eaten?

Sans: no point...

Frisk: Have you done anything?

Sans: no point at all...

Frisk: Why are you doing this?! This isn't like you! You used to fight for your brother, not cry over it!

Sans: But as far as I know, the only way to bring him back is a RESET... But... You've got your "happy" ending... so... you can't do that... *Sans' HP goes from .2 to .1*

Frisk: Oh my god! What's hurting you Sans?!

Sans: If a monster feels too much of one emotion... it can kill them... Happiness, anger... saddness...

Frisk: ELIVER!! Come in here! Sans needs to be healed!! Quick!