Snowdin was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock and the gentle hum of a space heater. A skeleton lounged on the battered couch, head tilted back, hood half-covering his face.
Sans.
To anyone passing by, he was just a lazy bag of bones napping through the day. To those who really knew, that nap was more about patience than exhaustion.
He stirred, one eyelid creaking open like a tired door hinge.
"…still nothing."
Frisk hadn't fallen yet.
With a lazy flick of his finger, Sans lifted his coffee mug from the table—no hands, just thought. The cup floated in midair, gently spinning.
It wasn't flashy. Wouldn't be noticed by most. And honestly, Sans preferred it that way.
The door slammed open.
"BROTHER! I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY MORNING MARATHON OF PUZZLE RESEARCH AND SKELETON-RELATED INSPIRATION!"
Papyrus.
The taller skeleton strode in like he owned the place, scarf flapping dramatically behind him. He paused mid-step.
"WAIT. SANS. ARE YOU—YOU'RE SITTING THERE DOING NOTHING, AREN'T YOU?!"
Sans yawned, lowering the floating mug back onto the table with a quiet clink. "heh. nope. i'm actively doing nothing."
Papyrus groaned. "THAT IS NOT—UGH! NEVER MIND! I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO ATTEND TO."
He marched toward the kitchen, then paused again with a fist raised.
"SANS! IF A HUMAN EVER SHOWS UP, I'LL CAPTURE THEM INSTANTLY! THEN THE ROYAL GUARD WILL HAVE TO ACCEPT ME! NYEH HEH HEH!"
Sans raised a brow, mug halfway to his mouth. "bold plan, bro. hope you don't get boned trying."
Papyrus rolled his eyes so hard it nearly rattled the ceiling. "SANS. NO PUNS BEFORE NOON."
With that, he disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling about spaghetti and glory.
Sans smirked.
The mug had hovered a full ten seconds, and Papyrus hadn't even blinked.
Typical. The guy could spot a sock out of place from across the house, but psychic cutlery? Total blind spot.
Then again, Sans figured Papyrus never really noticed—he thought "shortcuts" were just Sans being quirky. Better that way.
He stretched, bones popping.
"welp. guess it's almost time," he muttered.
The timelines were quiet now. But that wouldn't last.
And when that kid showed up?
He'd be ready.
Or at least…as ready as someone with 1 HP could be.