"So, are you ready?" Gaster says, undressing.

"Nope. Let's just get this over with."You say as you take your shirt off. You suddenly hear knocking.

"Sup, kiddo's if your doing your thing, I get it, but-" Sans is cut short, scanning the area.

"Uh..." Sans seems startled.

"Oh, hello there. I-" Without getting a chance to complete his sentence, Gaster is slammed through the ground.

"Sans, what the fuck-"

"He wanted to use you as a prostitute. He's not gonna stop."

"Um... okay?" Sans seems slightly more tired now that you get a good look at him. His hair is ruffled and he looks sweaty.

"Ok, look. Chara's demonic bullshit resurrected them, and we need your help." Frisk has been suprisingly quiet.

"Ok, what do you need me to do?"

"I, uh. called some help." Slowly, five people walk into the room. One is a girl with a yellow hat, yellow shirt, and blue overalls. The next has a Black haired girl in a blue ballerina outfit. Next, a boy with brown, curly hair, purple rimmed glasses, a purple sweater, and black pants. Then, a brown haired boy with an orange headband, orange boxing gloves and an orange shirt.

"Well look who we have here." Says the blue soul.

"Heh, hey Jackie."

"Don't 'hey' me! We were supposed to fight! Now we gotta talk to Chara again. I swear I'm gonna kick your sorry little ass-"

"Yeah, that's great." You say, flinging her out of the door and covering the doorway with blue bones. Then you turn around and lay in the bed.

"Kid, we gotta go-"

"Nope."

"Kid-" You shoot a menacing look at him. For once, he looks shocked.

"Heh, kid. What did my dad do to you? You're eyes are fully black." You're taken aback by this statement.

"Fully black?"

"Yeah, no time to chat. We're headed to Alphys after Chara's done with. And no mercy, so sorry Frisk, you gotta stay back."

"Ok," she says, and sits on the bed beside you.

"Oh my god, Sans, what new rule was made that prevented Mercy?" says Michael, the orange soul

"Once the barrier was released, sex."

"God dammit." You shudder.

"Can we not talk about that right now?"

"One sec. I'd like to grant you Mercy, Ms. Frisk Dreem-" Before he finishes his statement, you slap him.

"Next time, ask for availability. I don't approve of you flirting with my girlfriend."

"Well damn dude, ok."

"Can we go now?" Sans says, annoyed.

"Fine, lets do this." Sans snaps, and you disappear in a blink of blue light.

What? Why are you still here? Wait a bit for the next chapter. BoI.