One minute, I'm sitting down to enjoy my dinner, and the next, I'm waking up without my skin and in someone else's bones. At least I have Sans with me. Together, we should be able to navigate this world and keep Papyrus safe. Right? I'll be doing a bit of a rewrite for this. Nothing major mostly just grammar so don't be surprised if you see some changes. (I don't know if it's just my phone, but this story keeps deleting bits of itself soon. If something seems missing, please let me know.)
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