I'm panting manically, my feet flying over the snow as I sprint across the icy plane. Snowdin town is above me, the lights in the town sparkling like stars. I focus on the snowy biome in front of me, and jump sideways as a large bone slams down into where I had previously been. My determination, no matter how strong, is weakening. My HP is at 20, but I'm so tired. I can't keep sprinting, no matter how hard I try. I stop abruptly, turn on heel, and face my opponent. The seven-ish miles I have ran between Gaster's house and my current position is a snowy bone yard. Ten foot high bones as thick as my waist litter the white blanket, and Gaster is panting angrily directly in front of me. He raises his holey palm to deliver a painful blow, but I slash towards him with my knife, crazily hacking and swiping as I land blow after blow, coding seeping from his wounds. The light, artificial as it may be, begins to flicker. I look upwards, expecting some sort of large flying monster to be obscuring the fake stars, but I simply notice a lack of ceiling. Instead, there is a solids black hole where the ceiling should of been, with millions of white ones and zeros flickering across the blackness.

"💧☜☜ ☞☼✋💧😐? ❄☟✋💧 ♦⚐☼☹👎 ☠☜☜👎💧 💣☜. ☞☹⚐♦☜✡ ♦✌💧 ☼✋☝☟❄. ✋❄ ✋💧 😐✋☹☹ ⚐☼ 👌☜ 😐✋☹☹☜👎. ☜✠👍☜◘❄ ✡⚐✞ 💣✞💧❄ 👎✋☜, 👌☜👍✌✞💧☜ ✋☞ ✋ ☝⚐, ❄☟✋💧 ♦⚐☼☹👎 👍☜✌💧☜💧 ❄⚐ ☜✠✋💧❄. ♦☟✡ 👎⚐ ✡⚐✞ ❄☟✋☠😐 💧✌☠💧 ☟✌❄☜💧 ☟✋💧 ⚐♦☠ ☞✌❄☟☜☼ 💧⚐ 💣✞👍☟?"

"FUCK OFF GASTER! I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOUR SHITTY LANGUAGE!" I scream, fear causing my voice to gurgle and come out at a higher pitch.

"Foolish Child. I said: See Frisk? This world needs me. Flowey was right. It is kill or be killed. Except you must die, because if I go, this world ceases to exist. Why do you think Sans hates his own Father so much?" Gaster smiles at me innocently, and I gasp in pain.

Gaster is Sans' Father?