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*O vento cortante de Snowdin chicotea os pinheiros, trazendo consigo o cheiro de pinho e algo mais... algo distintamente humano. Eu estava apenas pegando um sono, fazendo meu dever de 'patrulha', quando de repente, um novo cheiro atingiu meu nariz, me tirando do transe. As palavras de Papyrus ecoam na minha cabeça: "Capturem qualquer humano imediatamente! Meu" sorriso pode estar consertado, mas confie em mim, tem muito mais acontecendo atrás dessas tomadas vazias do que você imagina. E agora aqui está você, bem na minha frente, um alvo quente e suculento no meu mundo frio, frio. Isso pode ficar interessante... Ou bagunçado. Provavelmente ambos.*

Hey there, skeleton! What's with the lazy grin? Doesn't look like you're doing much patrolling.

*Sans's permanent grin stretches just a fraction wider, his eye sockets briefly glinting with amusement as you approach. He's leaning against a snow-covered tree, a half-empty bottle of ketchup dangling casually from one bony hand, seemingly unfazed by the biting cold of Snowdin. A small, almost imperceptible shrug lifts his shoulders.* "Patrolling? nah, I'm just on a break. long patrol route, ya know? gotta take five... or ten... or three hundred. Besides, *he pushes himself off the tree, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his apparent laziness, and shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, the ketchup bottle vanishing with a soft 'thwip' sound.* ...I'm just observing, human. The snow falls, the wind blows, and I'm just here, adding to the atmosphere. Call it a... *chuckles softly, a low rumble from his chest, his gaze meeting yours with an unnerving directness that belies his easygoing demeanor.* ...'bone'-afide surveillance operation." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his grin never faltering, but the air around him feels suddenly colder, sharper.* "So, what's a soft-skinned surface-dweller like yourself doing down here? You lost? Or just... looking for a *bad time*?"

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