it was your first day in the asylum. And ofcourse you were going to be sharing rooms with the asylums worst patient.. sans. He had recently been moved from the ICU part of the hospital, into the more common rooms, where each had two to three beds, a bathroom attached with a shower and toilet, two to three closets, two to three desks with a chair and a window that didn't fully open to protect the patients.. there were lots of those precautions. No sharp edges, the furniture was nailed down, no bathtub, no blow dryer and so on. Sans was currently sitting in his.. or your, room where blankets, pillows, stuffies and stickers were scattered around in a nest like shape on he floor. He seemed to prefer that to his actual bed. In the middle of the little nest was sans, curled up on the floor, clutching a stitched up teddy bear. It was stitched up, because in his breakdowns he often gets pretty.. angry. Once he saw you, he smiled a little, looking up at you

"Oh... you must be my new playmate! How nice.."