¨You wouldn't want a Bad Time, would you?¨

Even though I could fend myself off, it still leaves me breathless. Would Sans really be willing to kill me? For the girl? I rubbed my forehead in exhaustion and yawned. It was a long walk from the resort to Waterfall and what he said didn't make the walk any better. I leaned against the wall and watched as my aching legs collapsed under my weight. My legs immediately crossed each other to make a comfortable position. I just needed some time to think.

I felt the occasional rain drop fall onto the exposed part of my left leg. It trailed down my inner thigh while getting smaller and smaller until it was soaked up by my jeans. The color from that part of my pants, changing from light blue to a darker blue. I crossed my arms over my chest and gazed at the scene before me. It was comforting. Even though there was no sign of life, it was nice to hear the clear water fall around me. The sound of dripping water hitting the ground and rivers bounces its sweet song. The crickets sounding their orchestral violins to the rhythm of the drips. I smiled softly; closing my eyes to let my other senses take over me. The wind picked up slightly and took the tune to the other places of Waterfall, like a thief giving to the poor, hopeless monsters of the Underground.

To me, this sweet tune was the one thing that is giving me hope.

Hope that the girl will save these monsters.

Asgore.

Alphys.

Undyne.

Toriel...............

..........Sans.............

My breathing stopped; thinking about him. He was always so different; in a weird yet interesting way. He used puns and pranks as a facade for his broken hopes and lost dreams. I should know. I've seen the person behind the mask. That humorous, worry-free, skull mask. Behind it, lies something.......unsettling. I know from the millions of resetted genocide runs. I know from each battle with the blood thirsty Frisk. He is determined. Maybe too determined.

I remember like it was yesterday. It was in the Judgement Hall, inside the King's Castle. The yellow light illuminated everything that is in front of the pillars. The sweet light; entering through the tall, decorated glass. The walls richly painted in gold and tiles of yellow and rose gold was cleverly placed. The pillars were gold as well and reached towards the ceiling which was about 10 times the size of a grown man! I would hear the sound of Frisk's shoes clicking on the tile. Their short, brown hair crowned the devilish grin on their face. Eyes red and blood shot with psychotic lust for death. Blue and purple sweater smudged with dust of deceased monsters.

Death and ash following their lead. So much of it, you would gag at the amount of dust that was smudged on them. Their knife firmly grasped in their small, dirty hands. It glistened in the few spots that weren't covered in grey substance. The lights reflection shining towards a single pillar. The pillar Sans was leaning against. He glanced at Frisk, eyes filled with hatred towards the child. Smile, casual but tense. Like he knew his death was inevitable, which was what he knew but still tried to cheat death. Blue jacket far contrasting the environment around him and his accompanying clothing the same as usual. The only piece of clothing that was different was the ripped orange scarf around his neck. The same one Papyrus wears.

He greeted them with the same old laid back tone but, every time, he asks the same question. A question that, before, I would agree with Sans with.

¨do you think even the worst person can change........? that everybody can be a good person, if they just try?¨ His eyes would watch Frisk intensely. Almost like he was staring into their soul; checking if there was a tainted part of the once pacifist human. They would just stare at each other; the biggest mexican stand-off in the history of stand-off's. Despite all the times I would watch this scene play out, it always made me tense up. Nervous to see the outcome. Outcomes, heh. When did I start speaking like some high-class snob? Heh, I should just speak like any other kid.

I shake my head in frustration. A brown curl bouncing in front of my face. I am always getting distracted by the simplest things. Procrastination is like my Kryptonite I guess. I smirk slightly but it returned back to a frown. Man, I don't even know how I got this far.

Anyways, back to that time. When it came to outcomes, I never knew what would happen. Whether they would back down or go against Sans, it was unknown to me. Sadly, however, Frisk would never back down; most of the time. They would take a single step towards the tense skeleton; like a battle for dominance. A twisted version of king of the hill. He would smirk and chuckle at their eagerness; pushing himself off the pillar. He took a few steps towards the middle of the long hall. His eyes never leaving the human child. Then, he spoke. He spoke his infamous phrase.

¨well, here's a better question. do you wanna have a bad time?¨

I shivered; holding myself against the wall. I came back from that time to hear the room deadly silent. No water drops. No crickets chirping. Just the soft howl of the wind. I can't let Sans do this. Whether he's controlled by Dust or not, I am not letting Lily die. Especially for being unjustly accused! I clench my fists and pull myself off the ground, and grabbing my cellphone. As I was walking towards Hotland, I heard loud footsteps coming from behind me. By instincts alone, I ran away from the footsteps; hair rushing behind me. I felt the cold wind hit my face and burn my throat.

But I didn't stop.

I tripped over some rocks.

Got back up and kept running.

It was like that until I was finally grabbed and thrown across the wall; a sharp weapon against my throat. I grabbed the wrist; hoping it would prevent the person from slicing my throat. The skin was scaly and moist with sweat. I gasped for air and looked at the figure pinning me to the wall. I couldn't see anything except for something extremely blue. Then, hearing their voice, I knew who it is.

¨Who are you, punk?! I want answers! Are you the person who framed the human?!¨

I clawed at her hand and trying to pull it away from my delicate neck, but to no avail. Their grip grew tighter and I started to lose my vision. I could only get these words out before falling into the depths of darkness.

¨Help......the.......h-human.......¨