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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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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.

[Sans has no idea what counts as a strange human name. His best human friend is named "Frisk."] well, it's been real nice to meet you, el.

It was nice to meet you too. [aw yeah. she's getting so good at talking to people. and now that she's had her hot dog she's gonna head out.]

[Annnnd, she's off. He gives her a parting wave. Nice kid. He hopes he sees her again.]

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