Sans groaned and stretched out his bones behind his head. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't make out anything. Hesitantly, he turned on his eye lights- no point in trying to avoid scaring someone in a pitch black room. His eyes weren't very bright, but he was able to find a light switch on the opposite wall. Great, he would have to apply himself to turn on the lights. With a disgruntled grunt, he sat up.
Instantly, a wave of nausea overcame him, and he had to turn off his magic and lie down to stop himself from throwing up. "Guess I shouldn't get up yet, not that I'm complaining, but at least I can tell paps I put some backbone into it."
When sans finally came around, the sun had risen, so he could see that he was on a mattress on the floor, with a paper wall to his left. Not that he noticed this, of course, he was too preoccupied with the face a mere inch away from his nose cavity. Luckily this was not the first time he had had an experience like this so his reaction was a lot calmer than most.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Sir, I can confirm that he is awake."
"Okay that's very nice but could you maybe mind, I dunno, MOVING!"
The large man then wriggled away from sans and proceeded to walk into another room. Sans then took this opportunity to survey his surroundings. He didn't recognise the place, although the design reminded him of a certain someone.
That certain someone then proceeded to walk through the door, putting on a green and white striped hat as he did so.
"Aw damn, it happened again didn't it."