Sheesh, how did everyone get a vacation but him? Maybe it was the downside of all those all those great, legally-required breaks. Lame. Oh well, he's here now, so he's certaintly not complaining.

The voice on the other side sounds... strange. It's definitely Mettaton, but something's off. After a pause, Sans opens the door and steps inside.

Well. Papyrus wasn't on fire, but he wasn't here either. Double strange. The skeleton flattens an colorful, garish Hawaiian shirt he's wearing against his ribs and walks up to Mettaton's body.

"Hey. You awake?"

Sans can tell the bot is off, but he doesn't see anyone else, so... okay. Sure. He'll talk to a busted robot. He knocks on his front screen while he's at it.