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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Foxes And Bones
FanfictionSans goes on a "well-earned vacation" from the royal guard. He meets a drunken, crybaby loser in the Dunes' saloon.
