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[what's up it's just eleven chillin' in her cozy basement room. she's sitting on the couch in front of a coffee table where there are some d&d miniature figures and whatnot.]

I met people like me here. Are there more? [she turns her attention to the miniatures, and they levitate off the table, then go flying sideways into the wall.]

I want to meet more people like me. I thought I was alone.

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[i mean she is very good friends with a talking raccoon so her litmus scale for weird shit is considerably low. and she was warned about a "skeleton who seems kind of nice" so she just figures ... it's this one. how many skeletons who seem kind of nice can there be???]

What else?

[Ah, good. The kid seems chill about it.]

i've seen a couple humans with magic and such. which in my world would be considered pretty rare. saw this one guy flying on the network a month or two ago. stuff like that.

i also know a kid who can balance 30 whole hotdogs on their head.

[And if that's not a neat trick then he doesn't know what is.]

What are hot dogs?

[this sounds weird. and thirty sounds like a lot??? wtf.]

...you've never heard of hotdogs?

No.

wow, uh.

[He'd make a joke involving dogs, but she seems like the kind of person who would take that very seriously. Jokes are only funny when people know they're jokes; otherwise it's just sarcasm.]

they're like sausages, i guess. do you know about sausages?

No ...

[there are a lot of things she doesn't know. :( ]

[Hoo boy.]

well it's, uh, a type of food. it's usually meat-based? and it's kinda thin and tube-shaped...

[Boy, wow, describing it like that makes it sound kinda awful.]

so, the hotdog goes in a hotdog bun...which is like, bread, but it has a slice in it so the hotdog can kinda just sit in there. and then you can put toppings on it, like ketchup or relish or...

[He's doing a really bad job of this, isn't he.]

you know what? hold on a sec, i'll show you.

[The video glitches out for a moment, static filling the frame. A split second later it's gone, and Sans is back. He positions the camera better and then holds up a glorious-looking hotdog, topped with ketchup, relish and onions.]

see? like this. i dunno why they call it a hotdog. it's not made of dogs or anything, heh. they're really good.

[she squints a little while he explains. interesting. it's not eggos or anything, but she's learning a lot about the different, non-eggo kinds of food in the world.]

I want to try. Did you wish for it?

[It's a pretty crappy explanation, so he wouldn't be surprised if it went completely over her head. He's never had to explain hotdogs before.]

nah, i run a hotdog stand. means i make and sell 'em. course, there's no such thing as money around here, so i basically just trade 'em for whatever.

Where?

heh. it's down in the courtyard. i can head there now if you're interested.

[New customer? Hell yes.]

Okay, I'll go there.

[and we can move to action if you want!]

heh, alright. see you in a minute.

[He shuts down the feed and teleports himself back down to his hotdog stand. He sets about preparing a really good 'dog--a real one, too, not a water sausage--while he waits for her to arrive.]

[she makes her way down to the courtyard — with some of the d&d figures featured in the top post gripped in her hand, since she was listening when sans said he did trades. she sees a skeleton at a stand and ... figures it has to be that one tbh. so here she is.]

Here?

[There is indeed a hotdog stand, with a sign that says 'dogs. For some reason, there is a knife permanently embedded in the counter. Sans is sitting there with his chin propped on his hand.]

hey there. you must be the hotdog-less kid.

[He holds up an absolutely perfect hotdog slathered in all possible condiments (except mayo because he's not literal Satan).]

got one 'dog here ready to go.

[she drops the figures in her hand onto the counter of the stand before grabbing the hotdog from him and ... devouring it like a person who has never seen food before. she has a hard life okay don't judge her!!! but she must like it, because she doesn't stop or talk until it's gone. which is incredibly fast, like a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow prey. the hotdog is just gone now. never to be seen again.]

Good!

[Holy shit. It just--vanishes. It's like watching something fall into a black hole, if that was conceivably a thing that could actually be seen. He can't help a somewhat startled chuckle.]

wow. that was impressive. you should go out for a hotdog eating contest, kid.

There's a contest?

well, not right now i think, but sometimes people compete to see who can eat more hotdogs at once. it gets pretty intense.

[Man, really though, what happened with this kid for them not to know so much stuff?]

maybe we could have a hotdog eating contest in wonderland. that'd be pretty fun, yeah?

[you don't even wanna know son. u don't even wanna know.]

Yes! Fun. I'd like that. [eating is great ... food is great ... why not a contest dedicated to eating??]

[That reaction is kinda adorable. God damn it, why does he keep ending up with all these likable kids?]

bet we could organize something. people around here always like a distraction from the events and stuff. i can think of a few people who might wanna compete, too.

[bcuz sans. bcuz.]

Tell me when you organize it. I want to compete.

will do. don't worry, i'll be telling everyone.

[He studies her for a moment.]

you know, i don't think i ever asked your name. real rude of me. i'm sans, by the way.

Eleven. [she's slowly realizing that eleven is a weird name, after the millionth person commented about it, so she tacks on] Or El.

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