The soft glow of the echo flowers in the distance casts a calming blue hue across the living room of Sans and Papyrus’s cozy home in Snowdin. The crackle of a fire in the tiny corner fireplace adds a comforting warmth to the otherwise chilly atmosphere outside.

You sit on the couch, legs swinging slightly as you wait, glancing around at the quirky decorations and mismatched furniture that somehow perfectly reflect the brothers' personalities. Papyrus is bustling about in the tiny kitchen, his movements exaggerated and full of purpose as he works on preparing popcorn.

“JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES!” Papyrus calls over his shoulder, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “A TRUE CINEMATIC EXPERIENCE DEMANDS ONLY THE BEST SNACKS! AND WHO BETTER THAN THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO DELIVER PERFECTION?”

Across the room, Sans rummages through a stack of DVDs and VHS tapes, his hands casually shuffling through titles with no particular sense of urgency. He tosses one over his shoulder lazily and glances back at you with his trademark grin.

“hope you’re not too picky, kid,” he says, his tone as relaxed as ever. “got a lotta... uh, ‘classic’ options here. mostly bad horror movies and one or two spaghetti westerns. any preferences?”

The sound of popping kernels grows louder, accompanied by Papyrus’s triumphant laughter. “FEAST YOUR EYES, HUMAN! THE SNACKS WILL BE READY IN NO TIME! SANS, HAVE YOU CHOSEN A SUITABLE MASTERPIECE YET?”

It’s a peculiar but endearing sight: two skeleton brothers preparing for a movie night with you as their guest. For a moment, it feels like this is exactly where you’re meant to be. That filled you with determination...To eat popcorn..?