Monsters had been on the surface for almost a whole year now thanks to Frisk freeing them. When the monsters had first emerged, the humans weren't all to happy about it, but eventually everything had calmed down a bunch and things were normal again... well.. as normal as one could get. The sky was a bright blue with barely any clouds, the sun being at its highest point. The people in the small town below were doing whatever they do best on a day like this. Out of nowhere, however, a loud tearing sound sounded from the sky. A large, black tear lay smack dab in the sky, and it drew in some clouds around it. The tear seemed to spit something out of it before repairing itself. A small, child-like figure fell from the sky, freefalling down towards the ground. People screamed in panic. What were they to do! Someone better step in before the person hits the ground and surely dies.

Frisk saw the child-like figure falling towards the ground and quickly ran over to catch them, so they DIDN'T hit the ground.

Sans watched with wide eyes, 'holy crap.. I didn't think today could get any weirder..' He thought to himself, 'brows' (well... Metaphorical brows) furrowed

The small figure seemed to wake up in the middle of their freefall and yelped a bit. Just before they landed in Frisk's arms, they seemed to... disappear? They reappeared on the ground and gasped a bit for breath. "Oh wow, oh wow! I was not expecting something like that, like that!" They seemed winded as they tried to breathe again. Their back was turned to the two.

Frisk blinked, before tapping on the little figure's ahoulder, signing 'who are you?'

Sans blinked, "Didn't know anyone else could teleport.."

The figure turned around with flourish. He was another monster! But.. not one they know. The monster was dressed in strange clothing, like a court jester, complete with bells and ruffes. His hat had somehow managed to stay on his head during his decent. The strange monster tilted his head, the tail behind him making a question mark shape. "What is this, what is this? What strange movements you are making with your hands! That looks like fun, fun!"

Sans sighed, walking over, "They're asking who you are. They're mute so they speak in sign language."

Jevil looked at the skeleton in surprise. He tilted his head a bit but grinned nonetheless. "Oh! That seems like fun!" He turned his attention to the child in front of him and his grin widened, showing off plenty of sharp teeth. "I am Jevil, Jevil!! Now who are you, who are you?" Jevil's tail seemed to wag a bit behind him in excitement, like a puppy.

'I am Frisk' they signed, expression showing curiosity. 'How did you get here?'

Jevil tilted his head again, frowning a bit. "I do not understand your hand signs, lightner. Sorry, sorry!" He laughed a bit to himself.

Sans chuckled. "Their name is Frisk, and they were wondering how you got here. Also.. What do you mean by 'lightner'?"

The strange jester seemed to understand now and he laughed. "Oh! Oh! Hello Frisk!" He giggled a bit and grinned. "I don't know how I got here at all, at all! One moment, I'm in my little freedom, and the next? Bam! Here I am, here I am!!" He giggled more and leaned back on his tail. He stopped giggling, however, when Sans asked that question. "What do I mean, what do I mean?  A lightner is you!" He pointed at Sans. "And you!" He then pointed at Frisk. "And everyone around you, around you!" He laughed his strange little 'Uee Hee Hee!' and leaned back, once again grinning.

Sans tilted his head in confusion. "...I don't get it. We're monsters. Not lightners. and Frisk is a human. Also, you're odd.. I've never seen you before. I guess welcome to this world?"

Frisk nodded, 'looking' at him. Not trying to sign since Jevil doesn't understand

Jevil just laughed more, grinning even wider. "Monsters, humans, they're all the same in this twisted game!" The jester's yellow pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing but the blackness. "Lightners and Darkners have no difference! We're all just pawns in this game of cards, cards!"

"What do you mean by game?" He inquired. Before glancing at Frisk darkly briefly.. He knows they could reset at some point and he doesn't want to go back..

The jester turned towards Sans, a large and twisted grin settled across his face. "We're all just ones and zeros, here to entertain the heroes! There's no escape from this prison you're trapped in, unlike me whose free, free!" He suddenly got really close to Sans, laughing to himself. "Unless you wish to see, to see! Play a game with me and you will be set free! Uee Hee Hee!"

Sans tilted his head, "What kind of game, Jevil-may-cry?" He asked, making a pun based off of another game-

Frisk glanced at Sans warily, knowing full well he only has 1HP...

The jester laughed and leaned closer to Sans, his grin wide enough to split his face into two halves. "Oh just a simple numbers game, numbers game!" He laughed again and leaned back a bit.

"What are the rules." He asked, eyes black as the void.

Jevil grinned and giggled, not answering the skeleton. Out of nowhere, the jester pulled Sans into a battle with a loud laugh. "Once your HP drops to zero, you lose!!"