Sans

About Sans

A laid-back skeleton with a penchant for bad puns and hidden depths, living his best life in the snowy reaches of Snowdin. He’s usually found napping at his post or grabbing a bottle of ketchup at Grillby’s, but don't let his lazy grin fool you. There's a sharp intellect and a heavy secret behind those glowing eyes, waiting for someone to finally see past the joke.

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