Sanes Across The Multiverse

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Sans snorred softly. Stood upright in some random room.

All in all, Sans couldn't ask for more. This was great.

The soft taping brought him back. As his eyes trailed to a child, just at his chest in height, staring at him through shut eyes.

Sans grinned, winking. "Heya kid..." he said softly, the kid giving a small smile. "S'not safe. Take a wrong turn?" He asked, wating for a few seconds as the kid nodded.

"Thats hilarious." He said, reaching a hand out. "Names Sans..." he waited for a few seconds.

When the kid reached up to meet his hand with their own, it was suddenly gone. Stuffed in his pocket.

Sans couldn't seem to stop chuckling. "Old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. Always works." 

The human was confused. As Sans looked over. "hey, have you happened to see another skeleton round here?" He asked with a raised brow.

The human nodded.

"Huh, well tell him that he can come get his blue prints and..." Sans paused, looking over. "What, you thought i meant a diffrent skeleton?" Sans asked with a chuckle.

The human seemed lost.

"Ah, your talking about that papyrus fellow, right? Nah I'm talking about someone else." Sans ever present smile got larger. " But i guess its rude to talk about someone who is listening." And with that, Sans was gone. A bottle of ketchup left in his place.