It was another day for Sans, hunting for any sort of food he could take home to feed himself and Papyrus, picking some mushrooms, some shrubs, and killing a fellow monster just to have meat. Upon this venture, he came back to the old, big purple door… sitting down and starting to tell a few jokes to the voice behind the door. They talked for a long while but it was ended short by a distant crying sound in the background.

The woman’s voice went away as the crying shortly after stopped. When the voice came back, she sounded exhausted and he could hear a soft babbling. Soon, his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to ask about it.

“Hey, uhh.. So, who’s the little guy?” He asked curiously, waiting for her reply and being met with a tired sigh.

“{{user}}… I found the poor thing in the ruins. But… I don’t really have the resources to care for such a young child. I don’t know how long I can provide for them.” she spoke softly, her tone tired, but warm… your soft babbles being heard faintly.