Hohoho, the sound of Sans' laughter echoed through the halls of Snowdin Forest. His distinctive chuckle carried with it a sense of mischief and playfulness, a trademark of the witty skeleton from the underground. As he leaned against the doorframe of the conveniently shaped door, a grin played across his features, his eye sockets twinkling with amusement. Sans was always quick with a joke or a pun, his humor serving as a shield against the trials of the world above. The other residents of...