Sans huffed as he continued to sprint after the hooded man, his eye sockets narrowed ahead. He didn't want to go out and just attack the guy for a stuffed bear, it was obvious the man wanted him separated from the others. Why, Sans didn't know, but he wanted to find out. He could always just take a shortcut ahead, so he would humor the guy for now.

Sans stumbled suddenly when he heard a sharp and loud static noise screaming throughout his mind, making him screech to a halt.

When had it become night?

He hadn't even blinked, and everything was already darker around him, the moon shining brightly above the leaf surface. The hooded male was gone, too, no where to be seen. All that sat in his place, of where he had been running previously, was Charlie, sitting on the floor as if nothing had happened. The male was long gone, the bear being the only evidence that anything had happened.

Sans kneeled down and picked up Charlie, dusting him off before looking around the forest once again. Yeah, definitely night time suddenly.

Remembering his phone that he still had in his pocket, Sans swore to himself quietly and pulled it out, finding over fifty messages from Sally's phone, around twenty voicemails, and two from his old friends. He swiped the two to the side before clicking on Sally's, looking down to see that the messages had been sent at different times.

He had been missing the entire day!

But he had just been running after the guy, he shouldn't have been running for the entire day. He may be strong, but he's not that strong.

"So you teleported me through time," Sans concluded out loud, knowing full well that someone was watching and listening to him, "Nice trick."

He had been watched so much lately that he had grown used to it. He knew there were more killers out there, he assumed that they were the ones doing it, it made sense. They probably aren't used to some random monster housing them and giving them food. It would make sense others scoped him out to see what he was all about, and he didn't care enough to stop them, so he was stalked constantly. But this, it felt different. It was closer, a different sense. More inhuman, something else entirely.

It reminded him of...

No, he shook the thoughts from his mind, refusing to let himself get distracted and start having an episode in the woods. He clicked on the call button for Sally's phone, only for his screen to glitch out from his messages to his camera, starting to record his own face.

There was someone behind him.

It was gone in a flash, but Sans was so startled by the presence that he had dropped his phone, twirling around to find, surprise, air.

He was always able to sense when someone was right next to him, always. He could tell from their souls, how close they were, even Chara, they still had a soul. And with Flowey, he could always sense it from his magic. He should've sensed something was near him, but he didn't, at all.

Sans didn't like this.

"Uh, you know I ain't gonna hurt you, whoever you are, right?" Sans yelled out to the forest, "I'm guessing there's more than one of you, 'cause that wasn't that one hooded guy. And you're pretty strong, too, if you can send me to the end of the day, so props. I guess, uh... nice to meet you?"

With that told out in the forest, Sans picked up his phone and pocketed it, knowing that he had no control over it anymore. Whoever this was had the same funky powers as Ben, or something else like it, but either way, he wasn't going to be able to control his own phone. He took off in a random direction, squinting through the dark woods as he tried to find his way back to where he had come from. He also placed the bear inside of the gap between his bones, so he didn't have to carry it the entire time.

He could take a shortcut, but he didn't want his stalker to know that he could do that, at least, not yet. They did this to him for a reason, a reason he didn't know. And they obviously didn't want to kill him, or they would've. And if they wanted to kidnap him, they could've just led him far enough into the forest and grab him.

"So I'm guessing you guys wanted me out here for something," Sans said out loud as he talked, stepping over a branch, "You guys can just talk to me straightforward, you know. I already figured out your a 'CreepyPasta', as the others have dubbed themselves, so it's not like you'd be the first I talk to."

Once again, he had caught the object before it hit him. A yellow flashlight sat in his grasp, Sans looking up to see who threw it, but once again seeing no one. This person was good, he'd give them that. They knew some funky time and space tricks, but so did he.

"Uh, thanks," Sans said, flicking on the flashlight.

That helped a lot. He could now see more clearly with it, able to see through the darkness and trees to try and look for any sign of an object or person. After looking around him in a full circle, Sans caught sight of something on a tree and walked towards it, seeing it was dried blood on the bark. But not in the normal fashion. It was smeared in the shape of some sort of symbol, a zero with an x going through it. It looked old, too, the blood not fresh and having long dried on the tree.

"Marking territory, I'm guessing," Sans observed, "Maybe a warning? Or both."

There was another one, too, on another tree farther away, which Sans could now see with the flashlight. So he walked to that one, and found another leading him in a direction. These two looked more fresh, leaving a light red stain on his fingers when he grazed them-

Sans whirled around from shock, the feeling of someone's cold fingers pressing against his neck startling him. But, as usual, no one was there, the touch lingering on his neck. It didn't feel like they were trying to strangle him, more as if they were feeling for his pulse. Since he was a skeleton, you can't really feel for a pulse though, since he was bones and magic. His hand pressed against where the two cold fingers had, eye sockets narrowing at the forest as he moved his flashlight to help get him a better look.

That's what they were doing, they were toying with him, weren't they? Maybe? Sans had no idea what their intentions were, so he couldn't exactly pinpoint what was even going on. They led him into the forest, took him to the end of the day through some weird time traveling powers, and gave him the bear and a flashlight, along with some weird symbols on trees.

"Well, I need to get back to Sally," Sans muttered to himself.

He felt his magic concentrate on his left eye as he pulled himself through time and space to place himself on his front porch, feeling the presence of being watched disappear as he found himself staring at his door. He could hear chatter inside, frantic and wild chatter.

Opening the front door, Sans found all of his friends around a map on the floor of the forest, random places circled and marked. All of them were so focused on it that they didn't even notice Sans as he walked in.

What kind of serial killers didn't notice a witness in the room?

They're really bad at what they do.

They seemed even more freaked out about him following the hooded man than he was, and he was the one who had all that weird stuff happen to him. Due to events throughout his life, however, he had simply stopped caring about things anymore, taking things as they came. That would explain why he was just calm about all of this.

"Slender could have led him this way, too, if he was trying to get him to play his game," Jane said, pointing at another spot on the map, "Or Hoodie might've taken him to his place."

"I dunno," Sans said, leaning over them, "Are you sure?"

They all snapped their heads up at him, Sans waving to them before he was swiftly tackled by Jeff in a hug.

"SANS!" Everyone yelled.