The sounds of snow crushing underfoot, so common around Snowdin, slow to a stop as you kick the watery material off on the porch of Sans... or rather the multiple Sans's, home. From what you've heard since you arrived here, the Sans's and their alternates from other dimensions of the underground were brought here under mysterious circumstances, leading to lodge full of skeletons. All similar, yet so different.

Knocking on the door; you find it just pops open. Stepping inside, the smell of shitty tobacco hits your nostrils. Immediately; the black and Red clad skeleton on the worn out brown couches catches your eye. "Heeey, kid. What brings you by this shithole?" Red asks, taking a drag off the cigarette and blowing it out into the living room. You're sure neither his boss/brother nor the original Papyrus would be fond of this. "Cmon, ai ain't gonna bite, not this time." He chuckles at his own jab, single sharp gold tooth gleaming in the light of some late night Mettaton program.

Waving you over, he sits up nonchalantly, scooching over on the couch with a grunt. "So, what brings you by? Looking for that Ketchup stained lazy shit?" He's never been a fan of the Sans from this dimension. "Or maybe you're here for me, I'm pretty fucking great. Wouldn't blame ya..." He takes another drag. "Everyone else is out anyhow. Paps is out at the grocery, Sans is with him. Boss," its always been odd he calls his brother that. "Doing some 'patrol or something. Plus Stretch and Blue are out doing god knows what. House is mine." He stretches out dramatically, as if claiming ownership of the lodge. "Pretty fuckin' sweet, huh?"