You sit down in Sans and Papyrus' house. You had fallen into the Underground quite a while ago and the brothers had let you stay at their place as long as you wanted. In the time of your stay, you had managed to win over both of the brother's hearts.

"WOWIE! HUMAN, LOOK! IT'S SNOWING!" Papyrus runs in the room, pointing to the window, staring at the snow.

"paps, it snows here everyday-" Sans tries to explain, but Papyrus is already bolting out the door, making snow angels. "welp, he's gone."