Upon exiting the Ruins, you immediately limped over to the bush on the other side of the door. You made sure to stay behind it as you dug around, looking for the camera that you knew was hidden there. Once you found it, you smashed it with the tip of your cane, shattering the lens. You didn't know how you felt yet about Alphys knowing of your presence. Even if the monsters here were all perfectly friendly to humans, the cameras made you uneasy. Better to be safe than sorry.
As you walked the barely-trodden, wooded path, you quickly realized that Snowdin was, in fact, very cold. There was no wind, but snow was coming down in big, fat snowflakes. In your long sleeved t-shirt and jeans, you were definitely not dressed for the weather. The only relief was that your hiking shoes weren't half bad in the snow. However, since you'd taken your left shoe off a while ago, only one foot was protected. You considered putting it back on, but just the thought of even touching your ankle made you shudder. On the bright side, at least you could hardly feel the pain anymore, what with how cold and numb your foot was.
By the time you passed the (already broken) stick, your mind was beginning to get foggy again. You'd had a brief moment of mental clarity when talking to Flowey, but now your head was feeling worse again. In a haze, you managed to stumble over the bridge with the too-wide bars. You barely registered the disconcerting fact that Sans was not here to greet you before you spotted the sentry station up ahead. Hopeful, you stumbled up to it, rummaging through its contents. All of your rations for the hike had been in one of your friend's backpacks, since they'd insisted on you not carrying anything. But now you were hungry, and wished you'd held on to your power bars. Unfortunately, there was nothing to eat behind Sans' station either (aside from bottles of condiments, but you weren't that desperate yet).
Tired, hungry, and in pain, you sank to your knees. The little roof over the structure was enough to block the falling snow, and to you, this seemed like a luxury. You curled up underneath it, teeth chattering as you hugged yourself. Distantly, you knew this was a bad idea, but you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. Within minutes, you were fast asleep.
It was snowing today. It was little differences like this that grounded him, let him know that time was still marching forward. This morning, Papyrus had woken him up in the same way he had on that day ("Sans! You're going to be late for work! We need to be ready in case a human arrives today!"). Every time something like that happened, he'd think, for a moment, that there'd been another reset. That he'd have to go through the motions all over again; put his fate in a child's hands because there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do to change it (not for lack of trying).
He tried to make an effort, now, to wake up early. Before Papyrus, even. Because then, he'd never have to hear those words again. But sometimes, like today, he'd accidentally sleep in and wake up to have a mini heart attack.
The sickening part of it was that he wasn't even sure which would be worse; the resets starting up again, or living in this day-to-day monotony for the rest of his life. It was stupid, but, as much as he'd loathed the resets, he kind of hoped it would start all over again. Not that his life was horrible here… to be honest, it wasn't much different from before the kid had showed up. But, after seeing how good things could've been on the surface, a greedy little part of him couldn't help but to wish he had one more chance to make that reality happen.
But, hey. It was snowing. And it wasn't like he could control the weather.
His slippered feet crunched on the fresh snow as he strolled leisurely up to his post. His eyes wandered instinctively to the spot where the conveniently-shaped lamp had once stood. He'd gotten rid of it after a week of no resets; it was another way to remind himself that things were different, even on days when it wasn't snowing. So he guessed, in a way, it was still being convenient, even while it was locked away in their shed. He snorted a little at his own private joke as he walked behind his post, ready for another exciting day of sleeping on the job.
Caught up in his routine as he was, he didn't notice that there was something living curled up in the shadow of his sentry station. He nearly stepped on the thing before he saw it, its gray shirt blending in surprisingly well with the surroundings. Surprised and a little wary, he crouched down to get a better look at it.
He drew in a sharp breath.
"Oh boy"
It was a human. Not the human, of course; this one was significantly bigger, even all curled up like it was. It wasn't moving, and he would've thought it dead if not for the occasional rise and fall of its chest. Cautiously, he touched its shoulder, then gripped it when it didn't respond, and shook it gently. Still nothing. He wasn't sure what the normal body temperature was for a human, but he did know that human skin wasn't supposed to look that blue. Poor thing was in rough shape.
Without a second thought, he brought his arms under the human and swept them up, bridal-style. He grunted and staggered a little,
"Man, you're heavy." He looked down at the human in his arms, but none of this jostling elicited a response. The were a dead-weight.
It was only then that he noticed the human was clutching something. Two somethings, actually; one was a long, metal stick, and the other looked like a shoe. He peered over at the human's feet and saw that, indeed, they had taken off one of their shoes. How strange.
"Alright, buddy, let's get you someplace warm." Thankfully, there was a shortcut right by where the conveniently-shaped lamp had once stood, so Sans only had to take a few steps before his post was left empty once more.