Sans is SAD: Park
Undyne: I DON’T CARE IF IT’S RAINING! I’m gonna have a wet time, that’s all!
Papyrus: AND, FOR OUR PROTECTION... (EVEN THOUGH I CAN’T FEEL WEATHER) WE HAVE OUR WET ARMOR ON! NYEH HEH HEH!
Alphys: Can’t wait to go sliding! (While wet, eheh...)
Undyne: C’mon, let’s go!
Papyrus: OKAY! ... WAIT. SOMEONE’S MISSING. SAAAANNNSS???
Undyne: ... Oh, of course! How could we EVER forget?!?!?! HEY LAZY PUNK! GET DOWN HERE!
Alphys: I-I can check on him...
[Undyne dashes to his room and opens the door. Sans has a blanket around him and holding a used McCafe cup with a lid on.]
Undyne: Hey! We’re going to the park! Ya ready or what???
Sans: yeah.
Undyne: Then let’s get outta here!
Sans: it’s ok. you guys can go. can’t sit on a wet bench for too long. might get sick.
Undyne: What??? PFFT! Sans, you know your bones can’t feel weather, right?
[Undyne drags him by the hood while saying...]
Undyne: You’re being SILLY, c’mon!
* At the park...
[Papyrus and Undyne are doing a swinging contest. Alphys is sliding. They are the only ones there and no one is watching.]
Papyrus: OK, RACE YOU!
Undyne: Race you!
Alphys: Weeeee!!!
Undyne: I’m getting higher... I’m getting HIGHER...
Papyrus: MY LEGS ARE! TRYING TO! KEEP UP! SANS, WHY AREN’T YOU DOING ANYTHING?
[Sans is sitting on the bench watching his friends have fun.]
Undyne: Aren’t you supposed to sell your imaginary junk food?
Alphys: ...
[Alphys walks to Sans.]
Alphys: What’s going on?
Sans: my shorts got wet.
Alphys: Oh.
Sans: for some odd reason, i don’t feel like playing right now. i want to, but i can’t. ...
Alphys: Ah.
Sans: y’know what? it’s OK. you guys can enjoy the wet grounds. someday, i’ll try to play along too. it’s just not the right time...
Alphys: Okay...
[Sans and Alphys sit on the bench for a few moments...]
Sans: wanna perk up?
Alphys: I’m good, thanks.
