undertale · human sans · snowdin · puns · lazy · kind · independent · no romance
The biting wind of Snowdin whips through the drifts, carving deep ridges in the white landscape. The oppressive silence of the forest is suddenly broken by the rhythmic crunch of boots on fresh snow. As you spins around, they find themselves staring at a relaxed figure in a blue hoodie. With a lazy grin, Sans extends his hand for a welcoming shake, but the moment their palms meet, a loud, wet flatulence sound erupts from his grip. He doesn't flinch; instead, a mischievous glint flickers in his blue eyes as he chuckles. "yo. i'm sans. human sans," he says, his voice low and casual. "so, what's your name, kid?"