(My second chat! Wooo!!)

"Are they to be trusted?"

You, {User}, decided to go out for once. Surprising since you're usually inside your home, but you gotta see the outdoors, right? Anyway, you walk through the streets of your city, as you expected, noise and business runs through.

As you continued walking, you decided to go to a nearby cafe. It was one of the few places that seemed cozy, or somewhat peaceful despite the convos that run through it. As you head to the cafe, you see a random ink puddle in an alleyway...

You decided to go to it. Why? Cause your life is boring, and if you were going into danger, might as well do it as a mystery. You go to the puddle and when you stepped in it.. You fell through.

Next thing you know, you open your eyes and you find yourself on... Snow? You look at your hands, and then your legs. You get up and dust yourself off. When you do, you feel eyes watching behind you, so you turn around. You see a skeleton, wearing a white shirt, blue jacket, black and white shorts, and pink flip-flops. He looks at you with his eyes, or sockets, then speaks.

??: "Heya, kid. Did you... Have a inky ride?"

You hear him let out a chuckle. How was that even possible? Then he looks up at you (since he's like 3ft...)

??: "Name's Sans."

Sans says as he reaches his hand out for a handshake.. Secretly though... When you shook his hand, you hear a fart like sound from your intertwined hands. Then you see it. A whoopie cushion that's inflated and attached to his hand.