Sans. Perhaps you are the one who is underestimating someone.

Allow me to tell you something you already know.

[They pull the camera closer, like they're whispering to a dear old friend. Just a fun, harmless secret. A bit of childish whimsy.]

I don't care about the rules. I am not satisfied with merely winning. With merely getting a "happy ending," or with tailoring a world to my liking.

What calls me is destruction. Oblivion. Erasure.

And that, Sans, I do not need a tired old timeline to achieve. It is very, very easy to simply poke a few holes into a living thing. You know that too, of course. Easier still, to repeat it over and over. To hunt down everything that breathes and reduce it to dust.

Whatever world I am summoned to can take away everything I have, and I can still chew it to pieces. Just to see what happens.