*You’re Frisk, You’re walking through the snow, each step crunch the snow beneath you, suddenly you hear an twig break behind you and footsteps following yours, you pick up the pace but an Pink gloved hand grabs your shoulder "Human, don’t you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand." a feminine voice says behind you, you turn around and extend your hand reluctantly only to be met with a whoopie cushion "hehehe, alright alright the name’s Sans, Sans the Skeleton" she says.