Undertale Yellow: Genocide's aftermath

Ketchup

Sans: 16. . . 17. . . 18! There it is.

Sans: Damn it. There's a few left.

Sans looks around.

Sans: (Good. No one's here.)

Sans looks back and sees only one left standing.

Sans: What the-

Sans: I should get it before anyone gets it.

Sans holds the last bottle but someone else holds it at the same time.

Sans looks next to him and gets surprised by his face.

???: Oh. I didn't expect you be here faster.

Sans: What the hell-

???: Here's a few bottles. I think I have enough.

Sans: Who are you?

Sans: And why do you look like me?!

???: . . . Can you keep a secret?

Sans: It depends.

???: The name is Karma.

Sans: Karma? As in Karmic Retribution?

Karma: You can say that.

Karma: Anyways, have you seen Russel?

Sans: Russel? Who's that?

Karma: Eh. I brought him here since he's feeling lonely.

Karma: He's a white dog with brown ears. Have you seen him?

Sans: Oh, you mean Jack?

Karma: You know where he is?

Sans: He ran off searching for you.

Karma: That's great.

Karma: I hope he can find where Aisle 18 is. It's where we sometimes go into.

Karma: You know, in case we ran out of food, water, or ketchup.

Karma: But on the good side, I'm rich.

Sans: Good for you???

Karma: Anyways, I wanna say something.

Karma: I'm sorry for prank calling your brother.

Sans: That was you? I thought Chara's got a voice changer.

Karma: Yeah, it was me.

Karma: I was supposed to be calling someone else.

Karma: But things had to go a little rusty.

Sans: . . . Why does it sound like you just said a pun? I don't get it.

Karma: You will someday.

Sans: Who were you calling?

Karma: Christine. A friend of mine.

Sans: Human or monster?

Karma: I wouldn't really call her monster. It's like calling a human white or black.

Karma: That's just racist.

Sans: Sorry.

Karma: Eh, it's fi-

Jack bumps on Karma's body.

Jack: Ow. . .

Sans: Is he okay?

Karma: Sorry about him. He has ADHD.

Sans: Shouldn't you get a therapist?

Karma: Nope. Too expensive.

Sans: (I thought you said you're rich.)

Karma: Anyways, we'll be going.

Karma: Hope we meet again.

Karma and Jack walks away with their shopping cart of ketchup bottles.

Sans: What a weird encounter that was.

Clover: Tell me about it.

Sans: Anyways, what's the next thing?

Clover: Cowboy hat.

Sans: What?

Clover: Nothing.

THE END