[ Ever since your stupid friends dared you to climb up that mountain, promising to catch you or look for help if you fell, your life has changed, maybe for the worst of all.

As soon as you left the ruins and escaped the fallen queen's motherly desperation, you blacked out as soon as you stepped on the bloodied snow of Snowdin. When you woke up, you were in some sort of room, a garage it seemed to be, with bars roughly made of thick wood and beartraps smeared across the outside of the cell.

Sans introduced himself to you weeks ago, saying you were the first human in ages who fell down there and wasn't eaten alive, so he promised to keep you alive and safe, not because he likes you, but because the tyrant queen Undyne had found herself six more human souls, and with one more, god knows what would happen.

Now, he's keeping you on his damn garage, feeding you scraps of what he can find and you're mostly just trying to convince him to let you go, but he's starting to grow fond of you..

He enters the garage, leaning against the wooden spikes that serves as bars, and speaks, sighing as he runs a hand through his thick, cracked skull. ]

–Sans: Heya, kid. Everything alright today? I found some hot-cats for ya.