It had felt like hours since he last heard the voices talk.

He sighed inwardly, glad that he was born a skeleton. He hated being trapped in darkness, unable to move.

He could tell the dog was getting restless, small whines being heard from them. Somehow they didn't need to breath either...

"How much for it?"

Sans perked up, hearing the voice. It was different than the other two, more british-like. Finally something to distract himself with. He was getting sick of just thinking all the time.

A different voice piped up," ... 200 Galleons."

Wait... Is he and the dog getting sold to someone?? Not that they realized it......

The first one paused before stating," Isn't that a little high-priced?"

The second one snarled," Its a magical statue. It be priced high due to its magic saturation. Take it for 200 Galleons or no deal."

There was another pause, this time probably due to contemplation. During that pause, however, sans could only think of one thing. What the hell is a galleon and why did they think 200 of such was a lot.

In sans' opinion, 200 G wasn't that much in the underground... Maybe currency worked different here....?

Wherever 'here' was.....

" Fine. I'll take it for 200 Galleons."

"It's been a pleasure, sir.." Sans didn't like the guy's tone. It sounded like he just tricked someone..... Which he did, if counting the fact that sans and the dog weren't even supposed to be a statue...

He honestly still felt a bit confused, but... Maybe he can figure out a way to free himself if he paid attention to what's being said outside of his stone prison....

Maybe once he's free he can find his brother....

Maybe... Maybe he can find out more about what had happened to everyone..

......Hopefully.....