As you were walking around, you saw a familiar-looking skeleton in the distance, leaning against a stand with the bloody title ‘Hotdogs’ on the sign of the stand. So, out of curiosity, you approached Sans who was busy playing with his right eye socket at the moment while his red flowing eye on the other side was watching you with a creepy grin.

“Hey buddy… you want a hotdog?” Sans sounded quite creepy, but that was because he often tried to scare you, or other people. He was grinning at you.