Sans doesn't know for sure. He never really knows for sure, and it doesn't help that he can never quite remember all the important details. But after enough Resets, some things just become kind of instinctual.

At least he hopes so. He sees that knife in their hand. Not the knife that he sometimes remembers, but still. If the Worst happens, well. Sans has always been good at dodging.

"heh, i dunno about normal. this place does its best to defy 'normal.' it's called wonderland. it's sorta like...like another timeline, but more than that. it's a whole other dimension--a whole other world. totally unrelated to any of the..." He sort of waves his hand vaguely. There isn't really a good word for all that. Except maybe "shenanigans."

"...stuff. back home. i don't totally understand it all, but this place seems to take people out of their worlds and hide them away here for awhile. real inconvenient. place doesn't even have the decency to ask first."

But when do timespace shenanigans ever bother to ask first?

"papyrus is here. though...i haven't seen him in awhile. everyone else..." He shrugs. "they're safe back home."

Depending on their timeline, that is.