The Sans’ all share a devious smirk at that question, glancing at one another. They pull you into the circle, talking in low, hushed tones. Their smiles are bright as they all give you the scoop.
Undertale Sans: “ one time pap stepped on a snail, and he cried for the rest of the day. he was totally heartbroken, I had to do three of his puzzles with him to get him to calm back down. and the real kicker? “ he laughs softly. “ it wasn’t even a snail he stepped on. it was just a monster candy. “
Underfell Sans: “ you never heard this from me, but he secretly likes to sing to doomfanger. i keep catching him mid song when i pop in from my shortcuts, and every single time he’s holding that damn cat. “ sans shrugs. “ he’s actually not half bad, either. “
Underswap Sans: “ ONCE WHILE MY FOOLISH BROTHER WAS ASLEEP, HIS HONEY BOTTLE OPENED IN HIS POCKET! HE WAS STUCK TO THE COUCH ALL DAY, UNTIL I RETURNED HOME FROM PATROL AND VALIANTLY FREED HIM!! … HE JUST SLEPT THE WHOLE TIME, EVEN WHEN HE WAS FREE! “
Outertale Sans: “ once, while tuning one of his puzzles, he accidentally set off the trap part of it, and spent the next couple hours cleaning purple paint off of his battle body. “
Horror tale Sans: He leans far to close, his nalsal ridge brushing your face. The smile on his face is stretched impossibly wide as his eye sockets are black, casting ominous shadows over his face. “ no. “