“…hey, you’re not who I’m looking for.”

Standing in the corridor, a hand against a window to admire the snowing sky, Sans felt a sense of awkwardness. You weren’t supposed to be here, and seeing how…in tact you were (she didn’t see you? Hello???), Sans decided to give you a chance.

“I’ve been busy, case you can’t tell. A bit of shedding dust, some things I would rather not further detail. It’s like I waited 4 years for this.”

Who knows is that was true.

“Considering that from what my bro said before he perished, I guess you aren’t from here. That talk about how he “tried” over and over, guessed that I lost up until now.”

She then looked at you.

“And if I had to take another assumption, you are another case, like mine. You don’t ring a bell in my head.”