Sans hears his phone ring. He sees it's Frisk, but he's to lazy to deny the call. He lets it ring, not wanting to face Frisk after what he did.

He takes a shortcut to Grilby's for a new bottle of ketchup having drank the last drop. "Hey Sans," Grilby greets handing him a bottle of ketchup, "how'd it go?"

"Fine," Sans replies taking the ketchup, "still closing up?"

"Yeah," Grilby replies, "how are things topside? I haven't seen Papayrus in a while."

"He's got a job as a private trainer. He's darn good at it too."

"Glad to hear it."

"So, Grilby, what was it you were talking about earlier? You know, the incident?"

"Well... it was before the accident with Gaster. There was a bar fight between some customers. I tried to intervene, but didn't realize they were low on HP. I didn't mean to kill them, honest. I only wanted to break it up, so I had to FIGHT. They couldn't douge, and they both died. My LOVE increased. I closed down the bar and hid the dust in the fire escape. Still there too. I carefully avoided encounters, until I ran into a human who had fallen down. Their soul was blue..."

"They were only a child," Grilby continues, "but I killed them. Killed them in cold blood. Their soul was taken to the capital along with their charred corpse. We've all made mistakes, but we have to make good with the time we're given. Don't make my mistake Sans, if you kill someone, make sure they deserve it."

"Sure thing Grill," Sans smiles. He takes a shortcut to see Papayrus, wanting to check up on him. Papayrus is helping Mettaton.

"Sup?" Sans greets.

"Sans!" Papayrus yells, "great timing! I just finished training with Undyne! How have you been?"

"Great," Sans lies, "Mettaton why are you training? You're a robot."

"I have to look fabulous for my performance tomorrow," Mettaton replies, "you're coming right?"

"What performance?" Sans asks.

"Sans you lazy bones!" Papayrus replies, "the musical of Frisk's journey! I wrote it on all your ketchup bottles!"

"I'm to lazy to read the labled," Sans replies, "I'm not even sure what brand this is."

"Sans!" Papayrus yells.

"Don't worry bro, I'll be there," Sans replies.

Frisk calls again. "I gotta go," Sans explains, "good luck Mettaton." Sans takes a shortcut to Frisk's house.

"Sup kid?" He asks.

"So," Frisk explains, "there's a knock on the door. I answer, there's nobody there. I hear a voice. Someone who knew me. They said that they found someone new, and when their LOVE hit eleven, I was gonna have a bad time."

"Probably just a dream," Sans lies, trying to hide his recent misdeeds, "don't worry about it."

Sans spots a knife in the kitchen counter. He wants to grab it. He wants to take the knife and slit Frisk's throat with it. Quickly, Sans pushed these thoughts aside.

"No!" He thinks to himself, "that's not you, it's Chara!"

The knife continues to call him. "Take the knife," a voice whispers, "take their soul."

"I gotta go!" Sans desperately excuses himself. He takes a shortcut to his house, shaking nervously after his experience. He chugs his ketchup to calm down. After he finally calms he goes to his lab and examians the device. He wonders if what he's risking is worth it. He wonders if he's doing the right thing.

His phone rings with a call from Toriel. They were gonna meet up with Alphys and Asgore to see a new horror movie about a kid killing monsters in the underground, one by one. Sans had written it after learning Frisk forgot Chara. Hoping, that by showing him the pain his actions would cause, he could prevent Frisk from killing, but it wasn't nessacary, Frisk never killed again. Sans tossed the manuscript aside.

Mettaton had found it, and secretly shown it to a producer. Sans agreed to let them produce it for a cut of the money. He hasn't needed a job since.

Sans takes a shortcut to the  theatre.

"This is gonna be great!" Alphys comments.

"Just a heads up," Sans warns, "it's very sad."

They go into the theater. Sans still has some ketchup left. "Sir," an employee stops him, "no outside food."

"It's just ketchup," Sans replies.

"I don't make the rules," the employee replies, "just hand me the ketchup bud."

Sans's eyes glow red. "Don't touch that bottle," he growls.

The employee backs off. Sans's eyes return to normal.

"You alright Sans?" Toriel asks.

Sans fells Chara growing ever closer, ever stronger. "Yeah," he lies, "just had a bit of a bad day."

"It'll get better," Asgore smiles, "after all this is the premier of your movie. You should be happy."

"Yeah," Sans smiles, "you're right. I'll save you guys some seats." Sans takes a shortcut to his seat. He makes sure no one takes those around him. The others walk in.

The promos finally end. The movie begins...