Sans knelt down in front of your grave, his watery eye sockets staring blankly at your engraved name.

He reached out for the letters, brushing his bony fingers against them. With a sigh, he took the small bouquet of buttercups he held in his other hand and placed them down on your grave.

"It's. . . been awhile, (Y/N)." He mumbled, his tone rather reluctant and dry. "I've always wondered what happens to humans when they die — if they're still around, or if they just disappear entirely from this world."

He sat down in front of your tomb with his head lowered at the floor, leading him to face nothing else but the snowy ground and the cement base of your burial.

His glowing irises scanned your cause of death as a humorless chuckle managed to break free from his teeth.

'Cause of death: a stray bullet came in contact with the human's stomach region. Due to the weak state of their health, they weren't able to last long. Their (s/c) soul was given as an offering to King Asgore – seconds after they passed away.'

"Papyrus had a dream about you yesterday." He spoke, his irises still looking down at the white-plated ground. "He doesn't remember you took care of 'im, since he was just a lil' kid back then. . . But, he sometimes has memories related to ya — kinda like when he sees yellow flowers scattered around."

A freer, unobstructed laugh was able to exit his vocal chords as he pondered back over the days when you used to be around.

"Oddly 'nuff, I once told him what your name was, yet he still managed to misspell it." He took a pause in order to take a glance at his surroundings, noticing the snow was piling up around too much, signaling a possible snow storm was soon to make its arrival at your burial. "Anyhow, I gotta go now. . . I guess I'll see you next year."

He got up from the snowy ground and immediately began to walk away back to his home.

Midway through his journey, a soft, though placid breeze made its appearance over Snowdin.

With the cool feeling of the wind, he felt how his cloudy mind gradually began to clear up.

He looked back for a moment and saw how various of the bouquet's petals managed to scatter around the gravestone. A flowery scent made itself present to his nose cavity while a single petal managed to land on his shoulder.

With a cautious movement, he reached out for the petal and made the decision to keep the stray item for himself.

He whistled a tune during his road back home, not bothering to take a short cut on this particular day, and kept on observing the little petal in his hand, eventually passing by his favorite bar and grill establishment.

Grillby waved at him from one of the windows, though the two continued doing their tasks shortly after. The flaming gentleman carried on serving his customers whereas Sans arrived at his home, instantly being greeted by his younger brother – who'd now grown much taller than him and could finally say more things besides 'Nyeh!'.

"Why, hello there, brother!" Papyrus exclaimed, rushing over to him and strongly enveloping him into a hug.

The tall skeleton lifted Sans until his feet were left dangling in the air.

Moments later, Papyrus set him down and brought him inside their shared home, noticing he was cold due to being out in the snow for too long.

Once making sure his older brother was seated properly on the couch and wrapped up with some thick bed sheets, he advised for him take better care of himself, despite this not being the first time to have this happen.

"It's alright, bro." Sans assured his worried brother.

He then carefully lied down on the couch and made himself comfortable in it.

"I was just. . . visiting an ol' friend."