I thought dying was the end. Turns out, I just respawned... as Sans. Yeah, that Sans. One HP, too many puns, and a skeleton closet full of timeline resets.

I remember everything—the laughs of the Neutral Route, the heartbreak of Pacifist, and the nightmare of Genocide. And now? I’m stuck in the Underground, cracking jokes on a couch while the clock ticks down to Frisk’s fall.

Papyrus wants to join the Royal Guard. Flowey’s smiling like something plant-ly suspicious. And Chara? Let’s just say that kid’s got baggage—and I'm not talking about inventory slots.

I'm not just some lazybones anymore. This time, I’m gonna change the game.

Time to get pun-ished or be the one who re-bones the story.

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