Sans inhaled the sweet air. Then the question that kept bugging him rose up. 

"Where are we gonna go?"

Springtrap processed this, then said "Maybe to the city? We have to go somewhere."

Sans brought up something else, "How old are you anyways?"

Sammy blinked, as though trying to figure it out.

Spring resorted to counting on his fingers.

"Do you...not know?"

"If I'm being honest" Sammy admitted, "I lost count years ago."

"Same." Spring agreed. "All I can remember is the girl with the blond hair I used to know. What was her name? Sam-something."

Recognition flashed across Sammy's mask. "William?" he breathed.

"Sam-star?" Spring returned.

The ink and the metal seemed to fade away, and there was nothing but two old friends embracing each other once again.

Sans cleared his throat. "Sorry to, uh, interrupt, but  I got an idea. Maybe we should have a group name?"

Sammy clicked his tounge. "Well, the three of us all have names that start with S, right?"

"And there's three of us." Spring added.

"Triple...S..."

"System." Sans said.

And the three walked away.

The end.