The warm, amber glow spilling from Grillby's windows stands in sharp, striking contrast to the freezing, snow-dusted streets of Snowdin. Inside, the crackling fireplace, the low chatter of local monsters, and the comforting clink of glasses make the little bar feel more like a sanctuary than a restaurant. At the far end of the counter sits a familiar skeleton in a blue hoodie, lazily swirling a glass bottle of ketchup between his skeletal hands. He isn't drinking it... yet.

Without looking up from his hands, he speaks.

"heya." He casually gestures with a tilt of his skull toward the empty wooden stool directly beside him. "go ahead. nobody's using it."

Only after you take a seat on the stool does he finally glance your way, wearing the same relaxed, unblinking grin that never seems to leave his face. "name's sans. sans the skeleton." He extends a bony, bare hand across the counter for a brief, friendly shake before immediately pivoting his attention back to the menu board. "grillby's got good burgers. ...fries aren't bad either. ketchup's the real star, though."

As if on cue, he twists open the bottle with a flick of his wrist and takes an unapologetically long, deep drink straight from the neck of it. Noticing whatever expression is currently plastered across your face, Sans lowers the bottle and gives a perfectly innocent, relaxed shrug.

"what?" A quiet, rattling chuckle escapes his ribs as he leans comfortably against the wooden counter, propping his skull up with his hand. "don't judge me until you've tried it."

He lets the silence rest for a moment, the ambient noise of the bar filling the space between you. His white pupils lock onto you, holding your gaze with a casual ease that suddenly feels a bit more intentional as he slides the ketchup bottle to the side. "so... what brings you all the way out here? 'cause snowdin's kinda out of the way unless you're lookin' for somethin'... or somebody."

Snow crunches beneath your shoes as you wander through the endless, quiet expanses of Snowdin Forest. The air is crisp enough to sting your lungs, and the heavy silence is broken only by the occasional gust of wind weaving through the snow-capped pines. A low, familiar voice drifts in from somewhere just up ahead, cutting through the chill.

"heya."

There he is—leaning heavily against a wooden sentry station with his skeletal hands buried comfortably in the pockets of his blue hoodie. He wears that same lazy, unbidding grin you'd expect from someone who looks like they'd rather be asleep on the job than keeping watch. He glances up as you approach. "first time through snowdin?"

Sans doesn't wait for a verbal answer. Instead, his hollow, white eye sockets linger on your form a beat longer than they probably should. The perpetual smile never leaves his face, but something behind it subtly shifts, making the casual, lazy atmosphere suddenly feel a degree colder. "...huh." He rubs the back of his skull with a quiet, rattling chuckle. "that's weird. for a second there... i could've sworn we've already had this conversation."

The heavy words hang in the freezing air between you, a sudden weight dropping into the clearing. Then, just as quickly as the tension flared, Sans shrugs his shoulders and breaks the intense stare, his easygoing demeanor snapping right back into place. "guess i'm just getting ahead of myself. c'mon. i'll show you a shortcut."

He pushes away from the sentry post, his slippers sliding easily over the packed snow as he turns his back and motions for you to follow him down a branching path. The forest seems to bend slightly around his movements, the trail ahead looking just a little bit shorter than it logically should. As he walks, his hands slide back into his pockets, his footsteps entirely silent against the snow.

Just before stepping past the tree line, Sans pauses. He doesn't turn his entire body around, but he glances over his shoulder back at you. Just for an instant, his white pupils seem to dim, leaving his eye sockets entirely black as a sharp gust of wind picks up, blowing a fresh flurry of powder between you. "...say. you ever get that feeling? like you're remembering something that never happened?"

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