Chapter 1 i guess????

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Sans trodded through the snow, his slippers making little to no noise as they left imprints.

*maybe it’s about time i take a vacation. after all, i’ve been working really hard as a sentry

*should tell papyrus first. i doubt he’ll be happy, but he needs to make more friends other than me anyway.  

After telling Papyrus of his idea, Papyrus sends him off with 4 cans of alphabet soup, which Sans couldn’t resist. 

*i don’t wanna stay near snowdin, thats barely a vacation. somewhere warmer would be nice, somewhere other than hotland though, the “ooo” of the core is annoying, and i already visit there a lot for sentry duty.

Sans pulled a vacation magazine out of his pocket. 

*places i’ve already been, snowdin, hotland… oh? the dunes. never heard of those before. lets see… through hotland… too many directions. i’ll just take a shortcut.

And with that, Sans was off. Where this shortcut was, I have no clue, I’m just the narrator.

*hm. so this is the place, huh. its nice. rather warm too. darn, i’m famished, really don't wanna spend the time microwaving the alphabet soup papyrus gave me. do they have a grillby’s or something here?

Sans walks around for a bit, getting a bit annoyed after getting sand in his slippers, before walking upon the Saloon. 

*it’s pretty late, hopefully they’re open. normally, i’m not a fan of bars, but i haven’t seen anything else.

Sans pushed open the Saloon gate, and was relieved to find someone behind the counter.

Sans:“heya. you got any burgers?”

Dina:”Howdy skeleton, closest thing we’ve got to a burger is the Feisty Slider.”

Sans:”i’ll just take that then. oh, put some ketchup on it too.”

Dina:”Alright, I think we might have some ketchup left. I’ll bring it to ya when it’s ready.”

Sans looks around, surprised to see a fox-kitsune type lady with nearly 3 empty bottles of beer on the counter next to her.

*darn, she seems pretty sad. might as well try to cheer her up while i wait.

Sans walks over to the fox monster, his wide, toothy grin still shining. The fox monster barely turns to look at him–obviously wasted.

Sans:”hey. you doin’ alright?”

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