The skeleton continued to grin and it somehow managed to talk despite not even moving its mouth. He introduced himself as Sans and casually stated that he was on the lookout for humans, well, he was supposed to at any rate. With a stretch he walked out of station and stood infront of Frisk.
Their first thought was that looks were deceiving, despite appearing small while hunched up in his booth, Sans was as tall as some of the men Frisk saw around their old village from the surface. They noticed he wore black shorts with a white stripe down the front of each leg, pink, fuzzy looking slippers and an old gold badge was pinned to the white cotton turtleneck top he wore under his unzipped hoodie.
With a shrug, Sans explained that it was his job to capture humans and as much as he wanted to pass the responsibility over to his brother, neither of them would get paid if he didn't at least try.
With that said, the skeleton apologized as he pulled Frisk into a FIGHT.
The young human looked up Sans, who simply shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and shrugged.
* ACT> check
* Sans [REDACTED]- 1 Atk, 1 Def.
* Likes good food, good friends and bad jokes. Try not to crack a rib at his puns.
Sans commented on his unwillingness to fight and jokingly blamed it on a lack of guts as he summoned a bone to toss at Frisk.
It missed them by a mile.
* MERCY> Spare
Sans seemed to think about their choice of action and decided he was too lazy to keep fighting. The FIGHT area faded and the skeleton strolled back into his booth just as another voice frustratingly called for him from the path ahead.