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 Who ever knows the time that it is when theyâre underground. They practically run on internal clocks. Although, there are real clocks here and there, but who can read one when youâre sleeping.
 Jaws lay hunched over his desk, the fact that his jaw was not present meant that he was in a deep sleep. The skeletonâs lab-coat covered arms were crossed in front of him and his forehead resting in the crook of one of his elbows. Occasionally he let out a rumbling snore of sorts. Underneath him was a variety of disordered papers in which he was probably mid-progress of before he passed out.
 Who knows where Bow, his boss and this timelineâs Gaster, is. Probably further in the lab somewhere, maybe sleeping somewhere nearby or working. Definitely not near Jaws though.
  The feeling of being transported via a timeline-hopping machine wasâŠstrange, to say the very least. It was especially nauseating. Friskâs stomach dropped as they were engulfed by the flash of light the machine emitted, tossed in every possible direction during their brief journey; upon arriving at their destination, it settled into itâs place with nothing but a groan out of the human to which it belongedâ fortunately. A groan out of their mouth was much better than their lunch.
  The ghost floating beside them seemed just as disoriented as they were. Well, of course they wereâitâs only to be expected when you share a soulâbutâŠ
âI still donât know what weâre doing here,â Chara muttered, gaze sweeping the room, âmind enlightening me?â
Not only unwilling but unable to speak at that moment, Frisk gave a muted grunt in response.
  Regardless of why, they appeared to be in a lab. It was nearly identical to Dr. Alphysâ, but exhibited a few differences; No anime posters plastered on the walls, for a start, in addition to some other changes. What really raised an eyebrow was a certain skeleton monster slumped over his desk.
To no oneâs surprise, Sans was sleeping on the job.
  The notion drew a lopsided smile from Frisk, and perhaps even a giggle. Chara, on the other hand, was unamused. The noise from the teleportation, however deep of a sleep this Sans mightâve been in, could easily wake someone up.
âFrisk, we should hightail it outâta here before he decides to stop being sleeping ugly and just gets to being ugly.â They remarked, lidded eyes resting on the otherâs face.
 The sudden noise of⊠something jolted Jaws awake. He was surprisingly easy to wake anyway, it was just a matter of whether he wanted to or not. Usually when he fell asleep on the job, he was quick to appear âworkingâ at slight of any sort of noise. However, the intensity of his slumber did leave some cracks in his alert and awake facade.
 Although quick to wake, Jaws did spend a couple moments with his head down blinking and trying to discern his current situation. Itâs quite disorienting to be shocked into wakefulness like that. Once he figured everything out though, he sat up and fumbled with his papers as if he was doing something. It was a frantic few seconds. Jaws set his work down and let his head clear. In this newfound clarity he realized he hadnât formed his jaw yet or even figured out what the noise was. Turning in his chair while simultaneously summoning the sea-like navy blue addition that was his artificial jaw. He looked around.
 It wouldâve been hard to miss the human standing in the lab. Jaws had heard about âthe kidâ as many Sanses so call them, but his timeline had no sort of the thing. And if he had heard correctly, there were going to be multiple human children. Jaws wracked at his mind trying to figure out why and how this human was here. Eventually he deduced that this was not âpart of scheduleâ for his universe.
 In his awkwardness, he raised his hand in greeting, his voice having that gravelly grumbling tone.
â Hello⊠â