(Sans's P.O.V.)

At first, Flowey's reluctant to come with us but, after a lot of persuasion from Frisk and Papyrus, he gives in. We say goodbye to Grillby and leave the bar. I go to teleport us all but Papyrus stops me.

'DON'T WORRY, BROTHER! IT'S BEST YOU SAVE YOUR STRENGTH. I'LL TELEPORT US HOME!' he says.

'Wait, you can teleport too?!' Flowey says.

'What's next, are you gonna reveal you can use Gaster Blasters as well?' Frisk says, sarcastically. Papyrus and I share an awkward glance. 'You can, can't you?'

'kiddo, just assume that he can do everything I can,' I say. 'well, except turn into a werewolf once a month.'

Papyrus places a hand on my shoulder and one on Frisk's. He teleports us outside the house. Frisk goes to unlock the door, but pauses.

'Sans, do you want them to know the truth?' she asks. 'Or do you want to keep it a secret?'

'i'd rather we keep it between us, kid,' I say. 'i mean, i don't know if they'll have the same reaction as you or whether their views will be more prejudiced.'

'Okay,' Frisk says, unlocking the door. 'Mum! Guys! We're home! And guess who we have with us?'

They all come and, when they see me, they freeze.

'Sans...' Toriel gasps. 'Y-you're alive...?'

'well, i think so,' I say, smiling awkwardly, knowing they're gonna give me loads of questions.

Sure enough, they do.

'Where the hell were you, punk?!'

'W-why did you f-fake your own d-d-death?'

'Sans, why didn't you just talk to us instead of this? You scared us all so much.'

'What made you come back, anyway?'

'Who's the flower?'

'one at a time!' I say. 'i was in the underground. i was gonna stay there for the night when SOMEBODY,' I glare at Flowey, 'ruined my plans. i faked my death because...well, almost getting killed by a car really makes you re-evaluate your life choices. i realised, my life has basically been pointless. i've never done anything productive and that really didn't help my mental state. i didn't talk because, and i know this is gonna sound really emo but, none of you would understand. frisk and paps persuaded me to come back. and frisk can explain the weed.'

Flowey glares daggers at me. Meanwhile, Frisk tells the others who Flowey is. She says he's a soulless flower, brought to life with DETERMINATION, that's done some bad things and she wants to help him and that's the end of it. The others are, of course, fine with him staying.

Afterwards, I go get something to eat from the kitchen. I grab a bag of Popato Chisps and I'm about to head to my room when someone calls my name. 'Sans?'

I turn to the speaker. 'what's up, tori? well, besides the ceiling.'

She doesn't laugh at my pun, like she usually does. 'Sans, I need to talk with you. It's important. And serious, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't make any puns.'

'okay...what do you want to talk about?' I ask her.

'Sans...I'm worried about you, Sans. We all are. If your depression has gotten so bad that you feel the need to end your life, then I think it's time you do something about it. You need help. Professional help,' Toriel says.

'tori, i know you're just looking out for me, but i- '

'No buts, Sans. Just...here.' Toriel hands me a business card. 'She's meant to be one of the best psychiatrists in the area. I think you should see her. I understand if you don't want to, but least think about it, please? If not for yourself, for us. We don't like seeing you like this, and we were all really scared yesterday, especially Papyrus. I'd prefer it if we didn't have to go through it again. Just...just think about it.'

She turns and exits the room, leaving me here, the business card in hand. I look down at it.

I sigh before tearing it up and throwing it in the bin.

No psychiatrist can help me.