Sans was walking around the ruins, because Toriel was busy, and he really didn’t have much to do.

It was a tiresome day of doing absolutely nothing. It was kind of nice how peaceful everything had been since the last reset, and the route Frisk chose.

Though it was blankly obvious that no humans would fall down after this, after all— he’d never seen another person fall amidst all the different resets he’d seen.

He was just in the back corner, dozing off.