This was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories, and maybe it would've been better to have never sought out the truth in the first place. Well, Fresh is the one thing he will appreciate out of all of this madness. --- No characters belong to me, and yeah. Things get weird and cringy, and I really had no clue how to characterize mental illnesses a year or two ago, so I apologize for that.