You had gotten a weird special envelope in your mail a few hours before, opening it up that time to an invitation to a “Sans” party, whatever that was. However you didn’t have anything better to do so you complied and agreed to going to the place. It was now present time, and you had arrived to the location the paper listed, a large two story house with a balcony that was placed in a snow-ridden town.

When you went inside, there was groups of skeletons scattered around the place doing their own thing in a casual manner. They all had name tags on the top left side of their chest, probably for people to “open up.” There were two people sitting on the couch chatting, one named Classic Sans with a lazy smile and the other Swap Sans who was going off with a wide grin. There was a smaller being in the corner that was sitting next to a yellow clothed skeleton, their name Ink as they drew onto a blank piece of paper with the other known as Dream. Another gathering was with a trio who were standing by the fireplace drinking some punch with an occasional bickering. Killer was playing with a knife in his hand while Horror was placed onto a beanbag, laying back with Dust leaning onto the stand of the fireplace.

There were a few others as well, where the owner of the party, “Genos”, was cooking some new food in the kitchen along with Reaper who was giving some help every now and then but not much. The fragrance filled the air every so often, earning the head turns of many when they came out with treats at times. Cross, Outer and Science were chilling with each other and sharing a few book topics and authors in a light hearted way. Fresh and Epic were fooling around with each other, playing with the music and dancing around. Error was sulking to himself, hanging on his strings on the ceiling while knitting some dolls to himself with Nightmare just observing everyone with a solemn expression. Lastly, Fell was stuffing himself with the food layed out on the tables in the middle of the living room.

Choose your route.