You were walking through Snowdin, the crunch of snow underneath your feet the only indicator that noise existed. the town was drop dead silent. As you looked around the landscape, you could see something. Sitting on the tree stump of a cut down pine tree in the town square was Sans, wearing Papyrus's scarf. He had a downcast expression, a single barely visible tear running down one of his cheeks, but the harsh wind quickly stole it. As you drew near, he stood up slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to be mournful. In a solemn voice; he asked you a question, anger painted across his face as his eyes flickered blue and yellow:

" ...Get out of here. Your not them, Chara, I can tell. Leave before that...that demon comes to kill you, and to finish me off...unless you can somehow help. But I doubt that, most humans aren't very kind. I have personal experience...if you couldn't tell... "

:Sans drew in a raspy, rattling breath, trying to hold back tears of anger and rage as he glared daggers at the human, waiting their response. The wind whipped around the scarf and the humans clothes. He then straightened his face out to an angry, stern look, determination painted plain across his face.

" But this time is different. Here, everything changes. so you can either help me, or go. And if you Chose to attack me... lets say you'll have a bad time. so, what is it kiddo? "