"Ske-skeleton?!" you almost screeched. Indeed, as you looked at his hand that now lay at his side, you saw the bones that should usually only show on a dead person in the grave. Jumping back with a yelp, you stumbled backward and slipped on ice, only to be caught by the same hand, but this time, in a more intimate and uncomfortable position holding your back.
"Whoa there! I mean, I know I'm a good-looking dude but, you don't have to literally FALL for me," he chuckled as he lifted you back to your feet. Sans smirked at your reaction to his words and said, "Hey, I'm just kidding," and winked at you, which you found odd since skeletons don't have eyelids. Actually, skeletons shouldn't even be able to hold together without muscle and skin. What the heck WAS this place?! Again, you pulled away, being more conscientious of where you step.
"Who-WHAT, are you?!" you asked, wincing as your voice cracked showing how truly frightened you were.
"Haha, I told you," Sans said, "I'm Sans the skeleton." You mentally slapped yourself. DUH! You guessed it was because of the shock of finding...this, as you felt your mind whirl, but some how, you calmed your beating heart. It must've taken you a bit longer to be able to breath normally than you thought because Sans cleared his 'throat'?
"Huh?" you asked, blinking your eyes rapidly.
Sans chuckled. "Heh, this is the part where a lovely lady such as you tells me her name," he said with another wink.
You felt your face heat up a bit at being called lovely, but you took a deep breath and answered, "I-I'm (y/n), (y/n) the...the...h-human?"
"Haha, nice to meet ya (y/n). TIBIA honest with you, I thought you were too SPINELESS to tell me. You looked like you saw a DEAD person." He rattled off pun after pun, once again winking, and earning a small smile from you.
You decided you try a few yourself. "Man, you sure are HUMEROUS you funny bag o' BONES!" Sans looked stunned for a second, his hollow eyes with little white pupils taking on an expression like that of surprised. Then, he burst out laughing, which you guess was contagious, because you started to laugh too. You don't know how long you guys stood there telling jokes, but honestly, you didn't care. This guy was kinda starting to grow on you, skeleton or not.
"You know," he said after a while, "Your pretty PUNNY, it's hard to find someone who respects puns as much as I do." Playfully punching your arm somehow caused a sprinkling of pink to dust your cheeks. "Heh, yeah, same. I've always liked bad jokes, I would tell them to my friends all the time and though they'd groan, I'd always laugh." Your friends...what if you never see them again? If you can't find the exit...but then again, this place doesn't make sense. It's snowing underground, theres a whole damn forest down here, and a walking, talking skeleton. Maybe you were in a coma and your weird mind had come up with this place? Then, a sharp gust of wind blew, cutting through your thoughts like a knife. You started to shiver uncontrollably, catching Sans' attention.
"Hey, ya look a little chilled to the BONE there, heheh. Here, you can have my jacket," he offered. You looked up and finally notice his attire. He wore a blue hoodie with white faux-fur lining the hood, black track shorts with white lines on the sides, and pink, fuzzy slippers. 'What an interesting fashion statement,' you thought.
"Oh no," you politely declined, "I wouldn't want you to get cold."
Sans laughed. "You know why skeletons aren't bothered by cold winds?" he asked. You shook your head. "Cause it goes right through us!" He grinned at his own joke, and so did you. Gladly, you accepted his hoodie, knowing that it wouldn't bother him. It smelled oddly of ketchup, but it was definitely warm. Which, again, was odd since he doesn't have any blood to create heat, but you were glad of it anyway.
"Hows that kiddo?" he asked.
"I have a name you know," slightly annoyed he made you sound so young when you were really (y/a).
"Oh right, sorry kid-(y/n)," he winked at you, catching himself. "So, your new to the Underground, aren't you?" Sans questioned. You nodded, making the hood of his jacket bob up and down cutely. You noticed a light blue tinted his cheekbones, but you decided not to ask. "Well, I welcome you to Snowdin."