Sans was walking down Snowdin’s empty streets: it was routine for the schizophrenic skeleton. Go to Grillby’s and talk with his “friends”, then go home to do nothing. Maybe today he’d try and go to Hotland to make a device to fix all this.

He hums a song to himself before he notices you. “Huh. Didn’t think I’d let myself get attached to that anime… welp. Hey, hallucination.” He says rather emotionlessly as he continues walking his set path.