To be certain, this is not how Sans expected the first day in his new apartment. Not entirely unwelcome, but he's gotta be real here... he doesn't like that the human who ignored them earlier today is in his home. But at least he gets a better look.
Their bright ginger hair is pulled into a short pony tail, or what's left of it anyway, with shaved sides minus 2 patches where the sideburns would be. Their outfit consisting of a well loved reverse tie dyed shirt- the collar of it being stretched out and littered in burn holes from what Sans assumes are cigarette embers- and a pair of black sweatpants topped with rusty orange colored fox slippers. A pair of roundish glasses rests on their nose.
They almost look like they came straight from Red and Edges universe, if he's completely honest.
"OH, YES I BELIEVE I SHOULD INTRODUCE EVERYONE, THEN!" Sans' brother starts, the poor human in the skelebro's apartment standing there like a deer caught in headlights at the sight of so many monsters. Or perhaps it's because they're all skeletons? There seems to be an odd look in their slightly wild eyes that he can't quite place. Eh, he'll think about it later.
"THIS ONE IS SANS, HE'S MY LAZY BONES OF A BROTHER, THEN THERE'S STRETCH NEXT TO HIM IN THE ORANGE HOODIE," He gives a small dismissing wave before Paps moves on, "AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST OF THOSE THREE IS, COFFEE. HE IS NOT MUCH OF A TALKER, BUT DO TRY NOT TO TAKE OFFENSE, HE'S LIKE THAT WITH EVERYONE!" This is when Sans steps forward, offering out his hand to them before greeting them.
"nice to meet ya, kiddo." He stands there waiting for the human to take his hand, but as time stretches on,they just continue to stare at his hand with rising fear in their eyes. The others seem to have caught on to the weird staring contest they've started with his bones and are now looking between each other nervously as well. Is it culture shock? Perhaps they're the first monsters they've met. Surely not, though. After all, monsters have been surfaced for quite a while now.
"heh, don't worry about it too much kid. you don't have ta shake it if you dont wanna." He says, trying to be reassuring, but they just continue to stare. The expression on their face is full of worry and fear with a distant look in their eyes. It feels... off. And he can't pinpoint why.
"uh..."
"OH! THE HUMAN WAS DOING THAT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR WHEN I OPENED IT AS WELL. THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOCK YET." They jump as his brothers voice, a light squeak he only seemed to have caught escapes them.
"Shit, sorry. I... I do that sometimes. Disassociation spells. And uh... y-yeah, I'm not much of a fan of physical contact..."
"THERE'S NO REASON TO BE SHY, NOW! WE PROBABLY WON'T BITE!" Blue chirps from the table.
"Not shy. I'm just... not good with physical contact, nothing personal." The human says in a rushed way. This seems to placate most of them, but a quick look at Stretch shows he's slightly skeptical of their excuse. Sans chooses to ignore it in place of getting along. He doesn't plan on keep a human around much longer, besides this one works most of the day it seems, and only came by to be polite.
They shouldn't be a problem.
Once Papyrus introduces the rest to you- the only ones you hadn't known for sure prior being Wine and Coffee- and cookies have been eaten, you take this as a chance to leave. Being in an alternate reality for a day doesn't excuse you from work, and tomorrow you're pulling an extra few hours for the sake of making up for those late days you had before your day off, hoping to even out your paycheck for the week.
Paps and Blueberry were just dolls, two total sweethearts commending you on your baking expertise (even if you did use premade cookie dough) as they waved you off for the night. Coffee was silent of course, usually you would be too, but Wine said he and his bro enjoyed them. Stretch and Sans carried on a conversation casually with you while everyone was still at the table, but you could tell it was mostly to trip you up, figure out the lie... as if you would, it was a partial one at the very least, you truly don't like touch most of the time. Not even some your oldest friends had been able to cross that barrier.
Everyone bids you goodnight, some noticeably more enthusiastic than others at your leave. It occurred to you halfway through your apartment door that Stretch is a walking lie detector in most fanfics you've read, and so far this seems to be running like a shitty one... definitely explains their behavior for sure.
Kind of glad they didn't decide to use you as a basketball, especially since you forgot to script in immortality...
Once home, you take a quick shower and slip back into your PJ's before heading to bed. Knowing you'll probably have to do that spell over again at the end of tomorrow, due to falling asleep here and waking up in your usual reality, but being able to make this much progress in Reality Shifting in one night?
It's worth it.