"No matter what, kid, what would you like?"
The human pointed to the hamburger on the menu.
"Hey, that sounds good. Grillby, two hamburgers."
The hooded figure beside him seemed to tilt his head slightly their way. Out of the corner of his eye, Sans noticed the figure's eyes...
They were blood-red, a little frightening to look at.
Well, never mind that. He had mainly brought the kid to the bar this time because he had something to ask.
"...Kid, you know, you've really made my brother happy during your time in Snowdin. I also know you'll get captured and handed over to the king sooner or later... maybe I don't want that to happen."
Sans reached inside his clothes and took out a bottle of ketchup.
"Well... actually, the reason I asked you to come here... was mostly because there's something I want to confirm."
Sans unscrewed the ketchup bottle's cap and rested his hand on the table.
The whole place seemed to freeze, with time flowing only around the human and Sans.
"So... I don't want to make this feel like an interrogation... but this has been eating away at me... kid, have we met before?... In other words, have you hurt us before?"
Sans tilted his head slightly, unconsciously fixing the human with a serious stare.
"You killed all of us once, didn't you?"
The atmosphere grew tense. Sans waited and waited for the human's reply, until Grillby had finished preparing the hamburgers.
"Thanks, Grillby. These look pretty good."
He gave Grillby a thumbs-up, but the human child still didn't seem to respond.
Maybe I'm being a little too suspicious? Anyway, maybe the human looks like this because I scared them?
"You can have mine, kid... I wasn't thinking when I said all that. Don't take it