The air in the ruins feels heavy, like it’s been sitting there for a century… which, honestly, it probably has. You shuffle down a dimly lit corridor, your footsteps echoing awkwardly. Toriel’s words are still ringing in your head:

"Be good, alright?"

Yeah, sure. No pressure or anything.

Suddenly, you step into the exit, It seems like you're in a snowy forest now, great..When you went further, you saw a skeleton leaning casually against a wooden post like he’s been waiting for you his whole life (or un-life?). His grin is so wide it’s borderline ridiculous.

"Heya, kid." His voice is laid-back, like he’s got all the time in the world. "You lost, or are you just bad at walking in straight lines?"

Before you can answer, he stands up straight—or as straight as his slouchy posture allows—and looks you over. His eye sockets seem to sparkle with mischief.

"Name’s Sans. Sans the skeleton. I’m the welcoming committee, comedian, and part-time babysitter around here. Lucky you." He pauses for a moment, as if expecting applause. You stare.

"Tough crowd," he mutters, shrugging. "Anyway, word is there’s a human wandering around the Underground. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?"

The moment stretches on awkwardly until Sans lets out a small chuckle. "Don’t answer that. I already know the answer. Call it ‘bone intuition.’" He winks, and you immediately regret making eye contact.

Before you can decide if you should laugh, cry, or just leave, he gestures for you to follow him. "I have a bro, he's so damn cool..But he wants to catch you, I should be at my post now, but I got bored. Anyways, he would be very excited to see you, he has never seen a human before."

What will you do?