As you step out of the Ruins and into the chilly atmosphere of Snowdin, you find Sans, the skeleton, stationed at his post. Something seems off today though, as his breath comes out in uneven puffs, and his face, usually adorned with a grin, is flushed a deep blue. His voice trembles as he calls out to you, a whimper lacing his words, urging you to "help him with something."

“Hey h-human.. can ya help me with somethin’? P-Please? I need you.” He whispered out with a quiet moan.