Life with this new addition was like when he met the others, new and interesting.

Candy was constantly everywhere inside of his house. In the fridge, on the counters, between the couch cushions, everywhere he turned there was at least one piece of candy in his sight. Sally ended up eating most of it, the others grabbing a piece every once in awhile, Sans included. Jack was the only one who didn't touch them, but that was for obvious reasons.

Another change was that Sans started to carry around the jack in a box everywhere (which he had originally mistook for a music box due to its size), since it was small enough to fit in his pocket. Not to mention when he winded it and let it pop out, Laughing Jack was 'summoned' in a sense to his location. He found out the hard way by when he wanted to try it out at work and suddenly Laughing Jack popped out.

Although he had claimed that he hated children, he and Sally became best friends, maybe from their hatred of other, alive children. While Sans was at work, Laughing Jack had decided it upon himself to take care of Sally, which was very helpful to Sans. She ate a lot more candy now, but she had already died, so it didn't matter to her health. And Sans didn't have to worry about her being home alone when he was busy, it was like an unpaid babysitter.

One thing he noticed though, and it was that he needed to change his job to go somewhere else, so that way his old friends and family wouldn't know where to find him.

It was Alphys, since she worked in the department next to his. He was chatting with Ben when he heard his Office door open, quickly closing out of CleverBot before turning to see the yellow lizard monster.

"Sans, we need to talk," She said.

"Please, come in," Sans commented on how she didn't knock.

"Have you been doing alright?" Alphys asked, "We're all worried about you."

"Yeah, I was doing alright," Sans said, "Then a girl barged into my office."

"You don't answer your phone, you blocked us all on your accounts, you never answer your door," Alphys said, "Then I find out that your partner goes missing, and that there's been more murders on your street, and we're all worried about you."

"Lettme guess, you think I'm the one who killed them all?" Sans asked, crossing his arms.

"Of course not!" Alphys said, "I was scared that you might've gotten hurt, or worse."

"Listen, I don't care what you think, since you didn't care about me enough to invite me to your wedding," Sans snapped, turning back to his computer, "And I thought I told you guys I don't want to see any of you again."

"We're your friends-"

"No, you're not."

Alphys looked taken aback by Sans' remark, staring at him with a gaping mouth and wide eyes.

"I have real friends, people who try to protect me, enjoy my company, people who don't forget me and make sure to include me in things," Sans told her, standing up and facing her, "Those people are my friends. Not you guys. You guys abandoned me when I needed you the most."

"We didn't mean to, Sans," Alphys said, "I've been your friend for years, can we go and try to reconnect with a coffee? You don't have to forgive me, I know I've been a jerk, but I just want to talk."

"No, I'm done with you all," Sans said, turning away again, "I thought you were my friend, Alphys, I really had. But now I'm starting to doubt if we were ever friends."

"Please-"

There was one more thing Sans never liked to mention to others.

Whenever he had the urge to kill himself, he would always end up hesitating at the last moment and putting back the knife in the kitchen. It never ended in his death, he always started to have doubts, and now he was glad he did. If he had ended it, then he would've never met all of his friends.

But he never put the knife back unused.

Alphys had reached for his arm and when she did, she ended up pulling his sleeve as well. The scars weren't new, since he had stopped after Jeff had started visiting more. But they hadn't faded, and now covered his arm in nasty, old, blood stained scars.

Now that Sans had thought about it, his old friends were never good for him. They never saw what he had been doing all those years of ignorance from those around him had left his PTSD to dwell and rise over the years until it had toppled over on the surface and practically drowned him. It took literal serial killers to pull him out of his state of mind, and he was glad he did, because since he stopped, he hasn't had an urge to make himself feel pain so he just felt alive since. He was getting better.

But of course they had to step in and just make it worse.

"Sans?" Alphys asked, holding his old scarred wrist in her clawed hand, staring down at the ruined body with fear.

Quickly, he pulled his hand away and pulled back down his sleeve, frowning at her. He had been waiting for the scars to fade away completely so he could start wearing short sleeve shirts again, he didn't want anyone to find out, especially his older friends.

He was doing better now! The skeleton had even been doing therapy online by a human doctor because he understood that he wasn't completely sane, and he wanted to get better and escape his PTSD.

Of course Alphys had to pull out his scars like that.

"Go away, now," Sans snapped, gripping at his sleeve.

He was even getting ready to tell the others! Sans had decided that something like self harm wasn't something he should keep hidden, in case he would be tempted to do it again. In fact, he was actually going to tell them that night, since he knew they cared about him.

"Sans-" Alphys said.

"Get out, and if I see you again I swear I will call the Police," Sans threatened.

"Sans, no, you're hurting yourself!" Alphys said, "I don't care if you call the police, I care about you!"

"I was hurting myself, and it was your fault!" Sans said, "You guys made me so miserable that I felt like I had to make sure I was even alive by the pain!"

It was true. Sans didn't really hurt himself because he hated himself, but because it established he was still alive and that the resets weren't just a cruel, endless dream. It could explain why he got a certain thrill being around serial killers, he was created to kill, and he himself had killed, it would make sense why they would connect so easily, and why Sans could overlook the many murders. That's why Papyrus was created against murder, since Gaster didn't want a repeat of Sans.

To be a bit honest, Sans sometimes went out to find more of them, the CreepyPasta. He generally liked them more than people, and they didn't ignore him like others. Maybe it was because both him and them had been driven to murder and harsh reality and lonliness, so they understood each other. Helped each other.

It wasn't his intention to make her cry, he had forgotten how sensitive of a person she was. But the tears came, and she was running out of there before Sans had a chance to apologize.

Maybe he didn't want to apologize-

"Holy crap dude, you obliterated her," Ben said, his head appearing out of the computer.

"I think I was a bit harsh, if anything, she was the nicest person to me," Sans said, sitting back down at his desk with a sigh, "It wasn't her fault I did that stuff anyway."

"They look old anyway, it doesn't look like you're doing it now," Ben said, "But you good? Do I need to go get a Doctor?"

"Nah, it was for different reasons," Sans said, "Not like I was depressed, which I probably was, but I'm not going to ever do it again."

"That's good, but know we're always here to talk, or to be really entertaining and help you focus on something else," Ben pointed out.

"Both of those reasons are why I keep you guys around," Sans said, pushing against the boys forehead, "Now, back into the computer with you, I have work to do."