[Evidently, he's gonna have to purchase cat food. Or...dried meat, or whatever it is that cats eat, since Napstablook evidently just went ahead and adopted a mess of those things. Some of 'em seem a bit toothier than is safe, but plenty of monsters back home looked to be made of teeth and little else, so what's the harm? 'Long as they don't try to bite him, he's got no quarrel with 'em.
Should you encounter him, he's liable to be around in one of the shops, turning over packages of jerky and cat food, pickin' through whatever food products might be around in search of whatever it is that demonic cats might favor eatin'.
A half-turn later, and he's facing something terrifying. A shadow in the form of a child with a knife, or the silhouette of a man holding a knife, or something that seems - atypically tall, and bony, pronouncing a cheerful cry of NYEH HEH HEH! before its head tumbles from its shoulders, dissolving into dust.
Every time, Sans jerks on the spot, his smile strained.
He ain't supposed to be bothered by stuff like that anymore.
sans | ota
Should you encounter him, he's liable to be around in one of the shops, turning over packages of jerky and cat food, pickin' through whatever food products might be around in search of whatever it is that demonic cats might favor eatin'.
A half-turn later, and he's facing something terrifying. A shadow in the form of a child with a knife, or the silhouette of a man holding a knife, or something that seems - atypically tall, and bony, pronouncing a cheerful cry of NYEH HEH HEH! before its head tumbles from its shoulders, dissolving into dust.
Every time, Sans jerks on the spot, his smile strained.
He ain't supposed to be bothered by stuff like that anymore.
Real or no.]