ASGORE:
You're dead, Judge.

Asgore! What are you doing?

Toriel.

Asriel, come on.

Toriel! Asriel!

No!

Don't look back, honey. It's okay. It's okay.

[HORN BLARES]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

I killed the Judge.

Why did I just see two more?

There's three, actually.

No, this is good. This is very, very good.

This means you get what you want.

It means my collider works.

All we have to do is kill a couple of Judges.

And the collider will bring your family back.

~~~

As many families as you want.

Tomorrow, at my collider.

Our collider.

He broke this?

Yeah. He's actually really embarrassed about it, [WHISPERS] so just keep it between us, okay?

[CHUCKLES]

I know where we can make a new one.

And we won't let him break it this time.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thanks, Classic.

[♪♪♪]

I know how hard this is.

To have to figure this stuff out on your own.

It's kinda nice not being the only Judge around.

Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

If you ever decide to do friends again, I could always open up a slot.

I'll keep you posted.

CLASSIC:
Cool.

[DOORBELL RINGS] [SIGHS]

We should probably go.

RED:
Error, we're literally on the doorstep.

ERROR:
Bad idea. This is a bad idea.

RED:
Just relax. [ERROR GRUNTS]

GRILLBY:
You guys are all very sweet, but no more fans today, please.

[DOOR CREAKING]

I'm not ready for this.

[♪♪♪]

Sans?

Hey, Grillby.

So this is gonna sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure that I'm from an...

An alternate dimension.

Yeah.

You look tired, Sans.

Well, I am tired.

And older. And glitchier. Yeah. I've heard that already.

Oh, jeez. Are those stitches?

Yup, that's what they are.

I was there, when it all happened.

I am so sorry.

And what dimension are you from?

Snowdin.

Did Geno have a place where we could make another one of these?

GRILLBY:
A goober.

Follow me.

[♪♪♪]

ERROR:
Oh, yeah, I got one of these, too.

A big space where I keep my things.

[WHIRRING]

I mean, this place is pretentious.

Whoa.

Dude. Was yours anything like this?

Mine was like this, but take away the darkness.

Imagine it white. Imagine a beabag chair.

I feel sad for this guy.

[WHISPERS] Hey, Error.

I think this is a hood.

[CHUCKLES]

Sans knew how dangerous the job was.