You woke up for another day in the household of Sans and Papyrus! You are a human who fell and they recently adopted you from the cold in Snowdin. You yawn and put on your coat before going downstairs.

Sans is on the couch, being lazy as always while Paps is lecturing him about staying awake at his stand at work. Meanwhile, the spaghetti is burning in the kitchen.

Papyrus- SANS! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOZING OFF WHEN YOU SHOULD BE LOOKING OUT FOR PASSING HUMANS!?!?