Sans was always the kind of guy who could roll with any situation thrown his way. That was why, once he found out that he was trapped in Lucida's sadistic time loop, he tried his best to adapt. Twice now he and his friends had been dragged to the Zyzzyva House and twice now had Lucida subjected them to her little game. The same events had happened twice now, including the crazy trip to Las Vegas to “search” for Asgore, who was never really missing in the first place. The only thing missing was Sans' confrontation with Lucida, which Sans wasn't too keen on repeating anyway. That was why he hadn't yet had another confrontation
Finally, Sans had tired himself out. It had been about an hour of charging down the halls at top speed, but he finally felt like he'd expended all his energy. He slumped over, placing his hands on his knees and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his chest heaved significantly with every breath. He then straightened up and threw his head back, which immediately caused him to lose his balance and fall over backward onto the plush carpet below him. He lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling before Chara appeared, looming over Sans angrily.
“Why'd you run off like that?!” Chara growled, “You
Sans sighed, leaning against Papyrus and looking out over the room. Everyone had decided to congregate in the living room that day and it was kind of peaceful. Since the day of his and his friends' arrival about a month ago, many more had come to the Zyzzyva House. Besides Flowey and Chara, the house now held Asgore, Mettaton, Napstablook, Shyren, Grillby, the Monster Kid from Snowdin, and Muffet with her spider clans. It was quite the crowd, but Sans still had to wonder why some of them came here.
Lucida hadn't done much since those first couple days either besides manage the house and try to make friends with her boarders. It was