Sans: Sure, I- *He looks out the window as something catches his eye* Um... Actually, One second, I'll be right back... *He takes Pastel off of his lap and walks outside, he see's Gaster, but, he's not dis-formed like before* Hey! You got some nerve coming back here! *He angrily walks towards Gaster*
Gaster: Wh-What? *He backs away from the aggravated short skeleton* I'm sorry, little boy! I don't have time to play! I'm looking for somebody! Do you know somebody named.... "Sans"?
Sans: Uh... One, I'm NOT a kid... My height may not show it, but I'm a full grown adult! Two, I'M Sans!
Gaster: Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize! I'm not used to people with shorter heights than myself! So, Sans... Here you go! *He hands Sans a box*
Sans: . . . What's in it?
Gaster: I'm not sure. YOU'RE the one who told me to deliver it here!
Sans: I didn't tell anyone to deliver anything.
Gaster: Well... Do you have a brother? One that looks like you?
Sans: Um... No... Not one that looks like me... *He opens the box and his eyes widen*
Gaster: What is it?
Sans: It's.... My SOUL? *He absorbs the SOUL*
Gaster: Um.... Wh-What??
Sans: Phew.... So..... What did this "Other me" look like?
Gaster: Like you, except, he had black bones, blue dripping from his eyes, He was... Glitching...? He-
Sans: Error??
Gaster: Oh! Yeah! He had the word "Error" on him!
Sans: What...? Why would ERROR of all people help me....? I'd expect Ink or Outer to help me...
Gaster: Uh... Who...??
Sans: What's the last thing you remember?
Gaster: Um... I woke up, that... "Error" guy was standing next to me, he handed me the box and told me to deliver it here, to somebody named "Sans".... I can't seem to remember anything before that....
Sans: *Sigh* C'mon, jackass...
Gaster: There's no need to be rude!
Sans: Trust me, if you still had your memory, you'd be thankful to be called JUST a jackass....
Gaster: Um.... Alright?? *They walk inside and into the hotel room*
*With Frisk, Four, Six, and Chara*
Chara: Why don't we pretend that we're all in an argument with each other?
Frisk: We- Actually... That could work... Eliver never wants anyone to be fighting, so she'll come over here to break it up!
