Exiting a portal, Sans stepped back into the main room, sweating in exhaustion. He had witnessed
things 3 dimensional beings shouldn't see, things far worse than
the human or his fanbase. Before he could collapse, he was quickly caught before placed on a seat.
"Are you alright? We couldn't track you down, where did you go?" the
death knight asked, placing a bottle of ketchup on the table.
"I got into some fights. It's fine, I mostly just
broke a leg" Sans replied, his joke being met with concern instead of a drumroll "Figuratively speaking~".
"Sans, this is a problem. You're the baseline. If you keep getting points, nobody can escape!".
"I know, I'd rather not be doing this. Just give it to
the robot, he won't be
blue about it".
"Good solution, I'll get to work. In the meantime, put this on, we'll pick you up whenever you get teleported" the maintenance worker said before attaching a tracker onto the short skeleton's hoodie. Before he could reply, he once again found himself teleported away though he kept one detail to himself. With every teleportation, he witnessed glances of the worlds he may or may not visit in the future before getting thrown out into whatever place this unknown force wanted him to be in which in this case, is a sandy beach.
"Heh, least I'll get some vitamin D" Sans commented before noticing a nearby skull "Now that's a
stapes of cinema". As he got up, he noticed a man walk up to him, the man seemingly in pirate attire. He spoke in a language the short skeleton couldn't understand as he took the skull, a bottle in his other hand. The only things Sans could recognize was "rum" and "death"
which isn't a good sign.
"Now listen, mister. I don't know what kind of drinks you enjoy but I assure you..." Sans replied, pulling out a single bone from his hoodie's pocket "This won't fit in with your
palatine"
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