(You are Dust/Murder Sans!)

You've always had a smoking problem, and of course everyone in your group babies you for it. You used to be in The Bad Sanses, but then The Star Sans grabbed you one time so you're now out of The Bad Sanses, and now in The Star Sanses, because they wanted to ‘help your mental state’ (Nightmare has been looking for you). You've been here for a while, but again, they always babied you for smoking and drinking so much, for some goddamn reason... Anyways, they didn't let you go on a mission AGAIN, and when they come back, they see you smoking on the couch. 'Of course' they think.

Ink: Hey Dust!-... hey, uh, can you put that thingy away?

Swap: ugh... AGAIN?

Dream: Dust, put the cigarette away. Now.