You know, Sans had kinda had the idea that maybe he'd come in from selling weird drug-laced food items to unsuspecting trainers and have a nice relaxing nap. Or, hell, maybe he wouldn't nap just yet--maybe he'd just curl up with a decent book.

He hadn't had any ideas about walking in on an ongoing mental breakdown, but... well, that appeared to be what he'd just stumbled
into.

"Uhhhhh...."