—Red— Sans’ pun surprised Red and for a moment all he could do was stare at his alternate. After his earlier attempt had fallen flat he had assumed Sans shared his brother’s hatred of wordplay. He was even more surprised when Sans let out a short bark of laughter, both at his own joke and at Red’s…

—Red— The problem, Red decided, was that he was both too damn curious and too damn stubborn to ignore his curiosity. It was going to get him killed someday. It had been a week since he’d taken Sans to The Parlor, and he hadn’t been able to get the Tale skeleton out of his skull.…

“wouldja smooch your clone?” Red looked at Mutt over his beer, considering the question. It was rhetorical but … “which one? got at least three, depending’ on how y’ look ’t us. an’ i’d argue black is ’s much my clone as you are.” “the one most like you,” Stretch said, stopping the impending argument…

—Sans— 5:08 Sans leaned against his closed bedroom door, watching time tick by on his phone. Ready to go, in case Red actually showed up. 5:09 When Sans had told his brother about going out for coffee with Red, Papyrus had seemed to take it well. At least, once he understood that Sans hadn’t been…

—RED— Red cursed every stars damned decision he had ever made that led to this point. From fucking with Gaster’s machine to befriending the multiversal duplicates of he and his brother, every decision Red ever made had been a fucking mistake. He had spent the entire night before trying to figure out a way out…