(Reworking Chapters at the moment) V1 is at the end of his journey as the snow builds on his armor yet luckily the very thing that watched him kill every living being inside of it's layers was stuffed upon inside to fuel the War Machine, It turns desperate as there isn't enough entertainment for it to feast on and accidentally sends V1 into a century's long nap. V1 reactivates as a new message appears in his optic. Hell is hungry. Hell is absolute. Hell will control. And Hell will use everything and everyone for it's own entertainment. Let them march towards their everlasting mission. The Eyes above march along with such Sinners. Also the universe's are connected... (Not perfect but tried my best) (Everything in story is NOT mine and obviously belongs to their original owners)

What if sans the funny skeleton was transported to Re:Zero? this fanfic answers that question, what will Sans do? how will he adapt to this new world? We'll just have to see. I made this as a Christmas thing, probably won't update often but depending on if this blows up, I might update more frequently