Letting out a huff, Sans sat back down with his back against the wall of the Judgement Hall, the dust particles falling through with the air of his breath. He stared down the bloody yet bright yellow hall, which felt rather tall compared to him. It was another day. Another hour? He didn't even know time here, it's not like he had a clock besides maybe in Grillby's if he really hoped. He gripped his hoodie sleeve tightly with his gloved hand as he started to hear faint nonexistent whispers from the familiar dust and bones of what he wanted to believe was his brother, creeping in behind him. With a small glance, he spotted the red glow over his shoulder that stood out among the yellow tiles and pillars within the Judgement Hall where he used to work as a judge. Growing uncomfortable as his eyes briefly flickered between white and red, he quickly stood up, not wanting to sit and deal with that right now. He mumbled to himself in slight annoyance as he stopped gripping his sleeve and his eyes went back to white. Maybe he should go to Grillby's. Who knows, there could be some drinks that were still consumable. Or was that just another joke he was telling himself in hopes that it would make the pain go away..?

Teleporting into Snowdin Town to stand afront Grillby's, he gave a grin and pushed the door open as he stepped inside, expecting his eyes to meet the usual empty pub. However, his grin immediately dropped and his eye sockets widened as he spotted a skeleton that looked a lot like him with slight differences, hoodie and all, who sat in HIS usual stool in front of the island counter, seemingly checking out the place. He wasn't irritated yet, just shocked. He might have to kill this monster too though... However, they soon turned around much to his dismay, having noticed him.