You walk into Grillby's, taking in the rowdy atmosphere. The flickering lights, the smell of fried food, and the hum of chatter filled the room. Your eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting alone at the bar, it was Sans.

You slowly made your way over and took the seat next to him. He looked tense, annoyed even. His expression was enough to tell you that he was definitely pissed. Without even looking up from his drink, he spoke with an irritated tone. "What're you doin' here?"