Yeah, some of 'em are. Skeletons and ghosts and bunnies and dogs. [Two are perhaps not like the other, but Snowdin was a pretty cool place that way. Literally.] And lemme tell you, nobody cheats at poker like a dog.

But I've got some human friends, too.

[It's impressive, honestly, how quick Eddie is on the uptake. For all his initial surprise, the mundanity of Sans' appearance and species settled in quickly over their interactions. There was no laundry list of questions about the hows and whys of his existence, no suspicion, no prolonged horror.

Just a kid, eating fries, asking about his monster friends.

... A kid, eating fries, making sure someone like him got enough to eat even in a strange place where he knew nothing and no one.

Sans takes a crispy fry end. He doesn't buy that this kid was stuffed off a few stale french fries, but far be it from him to turn the kid down.]

Like you. [He nudges Eddie's shoulder, hand hovering over it with a quick, steadying squeeze.] Of course we're friends.

So that's why I'm gonna ask... how much did everybody tell you so far, about this place?