* If she wasn’t worried before, she definitely was now. Alphys hadn’t seen Sans wearing something besides that battle outfit for the longest time. This was weird. Really weird. He didn’t seem like himself either. She smiled a bit as if he had just tried telling a joke. Maybe it was a set-up to a joke.
“Same thing I usually wear. You’re one to talk though… you looked like you just walked out of your brother’s closet.”
* She wanted to ask if something happened, but maybe getting him something to eat first might be a better.
“I already ordered something. Wanna join me? ”
* She pointed at the plate in front of her. It almost looked like an ordinary plate of french fries, but it was a darker color like it was made out of something more than potatoes. The drink on the table beside it was unmistakably Spider Cider.
Brother's closet? Papyrus wouldn't be caught going outside even remotely dressed like Sans, at least not since he had gotten his “battle body” costume. Sans was sure of it now--this had to be some sort of timeline outside of his own. And it would be way too clever to be a joke that he hadn't been in on. A long time ago, he doubtlessly would have been ecstatic to find something like this, but now he was just fighting an immediate sense of worry that he'd be trapped here.
" food sounds great, actually. "
To be completely honest, he didn't exactly have the stomach for food right now, especially after looking down at what Alphys was eating. He then looked back up to take a good long gaze at the decor surrounding them one more time. Ah, right. He was hit with a sinking feeling that this definitely couldn't be Grillby's, not even another timelines.
"...hey, do they have ketchup here? "
If it hadn't been blatantly obvious before, it was probably clear at this point that Sans had no idea what he was doing.