It was a day like any other in Snowdin. And Sans was making the most of the especially snowy weather like he always does. By moving as little as possible.
“*yawn* man, sleeping all day sure does wear a skeleton out. but i should probs get back to my terminal.”
And if you blinked, you missed it. Sans disappeared, or rather teleported to his Snowdin Sentry Stand. When behind him, there was a strange glowing rock, no bigger than a pebble.
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