The dreams were unusual.

Sometimes they were just of Sans, alone and lost in a forest, with that same flashlight stored underneath his bed from the lake visit. He would wonder around before waking up in the middle of the night, forcing himself to go back to sleep. Other times, it was inside of a large house or mansion, him walking down hallways until he heard a deep male's voice call for him, and then he would wake up with birds chirping outside. They weren't too bad, so Sans didn't say anything about them. And for some reason, they didn't scare him, they felt oddly calming.

It was last night when he had the dream that made him question his own mind.

The dream had felt like a memory, but he couldn't recall ever doing this. Yet, it felt like he had done it, even though he couldn't remember. It was an odd feeling, it felt natural, but he swore he would've remembered something like this.

Especially if it was a tall man with no face.

He had been holding baby Papyrus during this dream, so it was most likely just after he had escaped from the lab and was looking for a place to stay before he found his house in Snowdin. He was climbing over a log in Snowdin when suddenly, he felt a distortion in the air behind him.

"You crossed through space and time itself to get there, didn't you?" Sans had asked the person, turning around as Papyrus slept soundly in his arms, "I can do that too."

This man reminded him of the glimpse he saw in the refection in the forest. He was tall, even taller than Laughing Jack himself, wearing a formal black suit. His arms were abnormally long too, but he still stood straight and tall, unlike Laughing, who had a bit of a bent spine from leaning over so much. He had no face, either, so he wasn't exactly sure how he spoke in the next second.

"You have potential, you know," He has said, "You could become like us."

"There's only one of you, unless the Doctor failed to teach me how to count and I'm doing it incorrectly," Sans said, hugging the child he loved closer to his chest for protection, "What do you mean by 'us'?"

"People who are just like you, young one," He said, "Abandoned, tortured, cursed, people who had no hope or future and choose to kill with no other choice."

"I did what I had to," Sans said, "And he deserved it anyway."

"I was going to come get you and bring you to the surface, but you have some baggage that has to stay here," The man had said, looking down at the child in his arms, "And I'm assuming you don't want to part with him."

"No, I don't," Sans had said, "His name's Papyrus."

"I figured as such," He said, "The barrier will soon reach its full strength, this will be the last time I'll ever be able to enter, if I don't leave soon I'll be trapped with your species as well."

"You can pass through the barrier?" Sans asked curiously.

"It hasn't reached its full strength yet," He explained, "But it will soon, and even my strength won't be able to bypass it. I originally came to get you, but you're attached to that child now. If you change your mind, come to the surface, and go into the woods and call my name. I'll find you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Sans had said.

"M y n a m e i s . . ."

That's when Sans had woken up, but it didn't matter. He knew of his name now, due to the others telling him. It was simple, it...

He couldn't remember.

It was obvious this creature was powerful, just like him. Able to cross the barrier like that, get rid of memories like that, and dragging Sans through time. How come he couldn't remember the guys name? Ben had told him, they all had. But he just couldn't recall the name at the slightest, which was weird, since he always tended to have a good memory.

That was how he had begun the day, spending all of his morning dawning over the name which seemed to evade him.

The entire day had felt off, and it made sense. Judging by how the rest of it went.

The last day of his normal life in his normal house.

He should've expected the incident with Alphys the other day to not be forgotten. The phone in his pocket received many calls, but as he usually did, he ignored them. The skeleton had made sure to inform all of the CreepyPasta in his house to stay away from all windows, and to keep inside of the more back rooms in case anything happened.

And so, something happened.

He just wasn't expecting this.

The others did their usual ritual when the doorbell had been rung, stowing away in the laundry room with the window open and ready to climb out. Ben was watching from Sans' T.V, hidden right behind the screen, ready to inform the others if they had to jump ship. Sans prepared himself to tell off his old friends one last time, to tell them never to see him again.

But the people behind the door weren't his old friends, they were humans he had never saw before, dressed in uniforms he didn't recognize.

"We're with the suicide prevention, and you're friends and family have noticed you're a risk to yourself," The man said blantely.

Now, since his scars had been revealed earlier then he intended from Alphys, he decided he might as well wear some shorter sleeves around his house. And, of course, he was wearing a short sleeved shirt, with all of his self harming scars in full light.

"Sir, we're here to help you," The female said.

"Uh, I don't need help," Sans said, trying to close the door.

"You are a potential harm to yourself and others, we need to take you in, willingly, or with force," The guy said, motioning to the police car stationed at the curb of his street.

"Don't worry or panic, we're just here to take you to a safe place to make sure you won't kill yourself," The female said carefully, "We'll just keep you safe and make sure you get the help you need."

"But I'm not going to kill myself," Sans told them.

"Just come with us," The man said, "Before we have to get Burt out here to forcefully drag you."

"Fine, fine," Sans said, trying not to look back towards where the others were hidden, not wanting to give any hints others were around, "I'll come. But you can't keep me against my will for more than 72 hours with no reason."

"We know," She said, "We just want to help."

Sans didn't bother locking the door behind him, the two positioning themselves around him as he was led to his car. He felt a bit nervous now, unsure of how to go about this situation.

Of course he wouldn't be mad at the others for this, they saw someone who looked like they were in danger and hurting themselves, he was glad they did that. But not so glad in his current situation, since he had an abundance of serial killers in his house, and that he was being dragged to a mental institution to leave them unchecked.

It just went downhill from there.

The police officer, Burt, always stood near Sans after he had left the car, and the other two always positioned themselves on either sides of him. They had taken him to a room with a therapist to get tested, and Sans couldn't easily explain everything about his life. What was he supposed to say, he was an experiment for killing humans, escaped by killing his creator, and was forced into an endless cycle of loops that made him question if he was even alive?

Yeah, that wouldn't go that well.

If his situation was a more normal, usual one, where he was just depressed, he would've been more glad for the others to call for help. People deserved to be happy, not wanting to kill themselves, he would've asked for help in that situation. But since all help would've been erased by another reset, he didn't bother. His situation was just a peculiar one, one that couldn't be summed up so easily.

He tried his hardest on the test, unsure of how to approach it, answering the questions in the quickest way to get out of there, but the scars on his arms weren't helping all that much. And the way the others looked at him, it wasn't working.

"I'm done with the test now," The therapist had said, closing their book and running a hand through their brown hair.

"Great, can I go home now?" Sans asked.

"Burt, please escort Sans to his room, he'll be staying in 3-E," They said.

"What?" Sans asked.

"Comic Sans Font, you exhibit signs of depression, PTSD, anxiety, and insanity, along with pedophilia and other aspects that make you unable to live in society without being a threat to others," They said.

Everything in the room seemed to slow after that. What? What did they mean? He didn't understand anything, he was just confused at this point.

"Your brother had told us about your retreatment into your house, and how you have been acting recently by lashing out at others close to you," The therapist told him, "And how you went out with a boy under the legal age, and after that, you claimed to have adopted a girl named 'Sally', although there are no legal documents to back that up. You are not mentally stable, and we will admit you into this mental hospital immediately to begin treatment."

《》《》《》

Aaaaa, this was kind of hard to write, since people who have depression do need to get help, but since Sans' situation is so crazy, others can't really help him.

If you're hurting yourself or having suicidal thoughts, tell your loved ones! Get help! Don't do what Sans did and lie your way through the test, you aren't in a story.

And I looked up a some stuff to try and get the mental stuff as close as possible, about how long they can keep you, stuff like that.