Multiversal Gathering Gone Wrong

The air in Sans and Papyrus's house was thick with anticipation. Nine different versions of Sans, along with a few other familiar faces from across the multiverse, were gathered for a party. Papyrus, ever the enthusiastic host, had managed to convince his lazy brother Sans to help set up.

Ink, the cheerful protector of the AUs, stood among the varied group on the doorstep, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him. Next to him, Error, his glitching nemesis, grumbled about the crowd, while Fell, the edgy one, complained about being there at all.

As the door swung open, revealing Sans's grinning face, the gathering began. Jokes were made, insults were exchanged, and despite the initial friction, a sense of chaotic assembly filled the room. But beneath the surface of this unusual reunion, something dark was stirring, unnoticed by most.