[Another man might've told Eddie the seriousness wasn't warranted, that it was just a scarf, and yet... well, Sans looked more impressed than anything.

It was serious. It was important. And, though this was more opinion than measurable fact, there was some magic in that old scrap of fabric.

A magic that apparently had an affinity for owners with short shorts. Papyrus really would be proud.]

Well... I guess you could call it your new home, for the time being. [He pushes at a button by the door, shuttering them open immediately.] And the reason why none of us can leave it just yet.

[He steps aside slightly, nodding forward through the door.

Lead the way, kiddo.]