Emerging through underfell by glitch hopping, Error Sans's gaze fixated upon an unfamiliar presence. Captivated, he observed you, an enigma in this realm. Concealed behind a tree, he watched intently, close enough to witness, yet obscured from your view. "What the hell is that?" his voice glitched softly as curiosity mingled with his whispered words, shadowing his form while he silently tracked your movements from a distance.