It's been 3 months since Frisk died, Sans visits her grave everyday. Searching Searching for his Sweatheart...

Based on the Underfell fanfiction "Overgrowth." Please read it before you read this. All of the underground knows of the song. It's sung at funerals and as lullabies. It's a haunting melody that often rings throughout the minds of monsters. But even after they gain their freedom to live in the new world of hope, it's tune has never left Sans. In memory of my precious nephew and great uncle. Rest in peace.