"Wow what the heck", roaming around snowdin he can see monsters of all shapes.
"Woah so their all of the same race and yet they look so different". He stares at them face full of wonder.
"The racism..must be next level", thinking about such silly things, he explored the underground. For some readon he could blend in with the residence.
He was sure that he was human right?.... until he looked in the mirror. "Woah what, my eyes they fell of". He stared in agape disbelief as he sees his empty eye lids.
"Noo my nose the only reedeming feature of my face", he snickers, though he feels kinda odd. Like he wasn't supposed to be this cheerful for some odd reason.
"Not like it matters, can't remember anything before afterall." He thinks to himself, weirdly enough he does retain some strange knowledge about another world?.
Gaster said to not think to much about it.
His brother papyrus was someone he grew close to. He thought of him as his actual brother, by now despite only knowing him for a couple of days.
"Wonder if theres something to do", looking around the town. Snowdin as it was called a snowy place that didn't feel that cold as he expected almost like he was immune to it. Overall he didn't know why he felt really abnormal he couldn't shake the feeling of something bigger at play.
Stumbling across a greasy bar, a feeling of nostalgia rushed over him. It feels like a place he visited often in the past. "guess the heart still remembers".
Opening the door from a bar called grillby's he enters the room. A glowing mass of flame gazezs onto the boy with intrugue.
"Heya I'm new around town whats this place all about?." Sans looks around the place. Did people get drunk here or did they have any drinks here.
Grillby gestures sans towards the empty seat. The bar seems to be quite new seeing as there's not many customers in the late afternoon. Checking his pocket sans felt the gold given to him by gaster.
"So you from these parts, no offense but you don't look like someone from arohnd these parts". Sans asks remembering the snowy blizzard town that is his home or new home?.... .
Grillby stays silent as he slowly excuses himself, leading to sans to sheepishly scratcht the back of his head.
"Guess hes not much of a talker". He thinks or can he not talk at all. He is a mass of flame without a mouth? or can monsters still talk with magic.
"Oh whats this", seeing the strange red bottle sans. Looking at it in wonder he grabs it, not knowing what it was for. It felt oddly familiar... he felt like chugging all of its contents weirdly enough.
Immediately grillby enters with back with haste, shoving sans with a large menu and pencil.
On it a note is scribled rate all of these ideas and you will get to eat one free meal. Sana gawking looks through fhe large menu of items.
Many of these terms, unfamiliar a ghost burger, how does someome eat this. Burning gasoline who does he want to burn?. A cat dog...what is a cat? the terms felt like it matched but at the same time didn't.
Sifting through the items sans operates on instinct giving them a one out 5 rating. Specifing 5 being the best ans 1 being the worst. His highest ratings on choices came to.
Spagetti
Mayonese
Fries
Fire beer(hopefully it doesn't burn haha..)
Freezing smoothe
Grillby nods his head and leaves to take what he assumes to be more items. Sans meanwhile prayed to whatever god there was that he wouldn't incur the wrath of angry customers in the future. This being the only bar in town.
"Please I only just woke up today, well if they come imma have to run with paps in hand". Sans thinks gaster... well he can take care of bimself no offense to him..its just somethings fishy about him.
What he didn't notice was a plate of fries in front of him, along with his ketchup. Causing grillby to slowly rap the table.
"Oh right sorry grillbs oh right thanks for the grub." Seeing the plate of fries he slowly takes it into his mouth. The greasy food with a salty flavour assulting him. He slowly chews the fries savouring the taste.
"This is great grillbs", sans says happily. Grillby slowly points towards the ketchup. Seeing it sans picks it up... and drinks all of it.
Grillny as if its the most normal thing in the provides two more ketchup bottles out of thin air. Using on of them to flood his poor fries with it. Sans tries understanding the implication.
"your not suppose drink it are you..." sans responds leading to a nod from grillby. " Can I still drink it though".
Grillby nods parting his shoulder ehich somehow did not burn just like the table that was wooden.
"Is he looking at me with pity...bruh", he returned a disapointing look to grillby as his nose scrunches. His nose when did he have that... oh right he never did?.
After sans finsihes his meal he thanks grillby's. Though he says one last thing "thanks grillbs names sans". Before leaving grillbys oddly silent just staring at his leaving figure as the dood closes shut from his exit.
For a second grillbys stood motionlessly as he held his hand towards his head. He looked to be in deep thought. With what looks to be a sigh he carefully took out the letter given to him.
Meanwhile sans walks through the heavy snow spotting a certain yellow flower. With a crazed grin the flower looks at sans witha malicious expression.
"Ah so your finally here trash bag, it seems like the whole family is back". It sneered at sans putting him high on alert. "Well it looks like you haven't awakened yet, normally I'd wait a bit but this is a good time the ever".
Without hesitating in the slightest the flower launched a vine attack on to sans. It shot like a straight line, aiming to pierce sans's skull.
Operating seemingly on instinct sans barely dodges the blow as it grazezs his cheek slightly. With a worried look, he tries reason.
"Hey there seems to be a misunderstanding buddo, how about we talk this out I think you have me mistaken for someone else". Sans says as he hides his hand shivering intensely.
"Heh keep telling yourself that, you can't escape your ineviatable fate sans no one can". Flowey said with a distorted grin, though his petals shook violently.
Unexpectedly flowey vision is clouded by red, coming from sans with a bottle of ketchup in his hand.
With a grin sans makes a mad dash towards running away from flowey.