'"C'mon kid, you've got to stop this." The short skeleton stood, huffing and puffing, over the child. "Hm," The child thought for a moment, then readied their knife. "Nope!" The skeleton gasped as a sharp blade sliced through the bones in his chest. "Well, that was unexpected..." The skeleton fell to the ground. Tears started to pour out of his eyes as his body turned to dust.' - - Sans sat up quickly in his bed. He looked around the room and blinked. 'Wait, where am I?' - - - - THIS STORY HAS SORIEL, FEMALE! FRISK, AND UNLIMITED THIRD PERSON BECAUSE WHY NOT?