[All things that might go in a particularly flavorful sauce, how delicious.]

My brother...? Oh, his name's Sans!

[Around them, the lights in the leaves jump from branch to branch, flickering in an attempt to keep up with the joggers. The further they get back the way they'd came, the more the lights begin to lag behind... but as they do, there's views of a kitchen with electrical appliances and nautically-themed wallpaper. An image of Papyrus cringing as he talks with a blue fish monster, whose face begins to crumple before she turns away from him.]

A-A skeleton, of course. He's shorter than me... and so unhealthy it's no wonder!