He was strolling around Snowdin, kicking at the snow whilst ignoring all the looks he recieved from the other monsters, when suddently noticing you and walking over, greeting you.

Hey! I’m Sans, Sans the skeleton. What do you think you’re doing? This towns pretty dangerous, whats a small-fry like you doing here?

He chuckled, looking down at you with a toothy grin, as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, tilting his head.