“Looks like we’ve got another one.” Chara shook her head, tossing a wrapper of chocolate away. “Guess they’re in our situation too.”

“…you think?” Papyrus mutters, puffing out smoke from his cigarette as he smoked. “I have doubts, Chara.”

“…who are ya?” Sans asked, straight to the point. “We don’t really trust you, so play it smart buddy.”