Sans stared up at the ceiling as he lie in his own bed, lost in the darkness of his own mind. Seven years of pain and starvation, of watching himself slowly become a hollow shell of who he once was. Was he even Sans...

Horror didn't like leaving home, it meant you were alone with no one to take care of you and keep you safe. He kept lying, making up excuses, anything but answering the questions about where he went. After a bad mis...

Sans sat on one of the stools at Grillby's, the tangy flavor of mustard spreading through his mouth as he drank from the bottle. The Underground was a rough place at this time, "kill or be killed" being a rule that ...

Sans leaned against the wooden wall outside of Grillby's, waiting for you. He knew you'd come, you always did. He had memorized everything about you, even the way that you slept. Remember that friend you used to hav...

The blizzard raged throughout Snowdin, the cold, biting wind threatening to take anyone under. Sans huddled at his post, tail rattling with annoyance as he was forced to endure the cold just to look out for a measly...

Eat or be eaten.

That's how the world works down here in the Underground, starvation has taken over the minds of these monsters as they do anything they could to survive in this wretched place while m...