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Just as long as Frisk goes along with your plan, Sansy, a small cautious voice whispered in his skull.  Sans easily ignored it.  Ever since he first laid eyes on Frisk, it was becoming much easier to ignore that annoying little voice.  

 

“Well, you know I always had problems makin’ friends, but I’m really fuckin-’”

 

“Language, Sans.”

 

Sans nodded, still smiling.  “Sorry, but I am tryin’ my hardest.  I tried to joke with a lady yesterday ‘bout her protection fee but she wasn’t havin’ none of it.”

 

Wingdings frowned.  “Protection fee, huh?  Not a very classy thing to joke about.”

 

“Yeah, yeah…but I was thinkin’ of telling those humans that payin’ a protection fee ain’t gonna be necessary.”

 

Wingdings’ grin stretched.  “Heh.  Not a bad idea, brother.  Not bad at all.”

 

Just as soon as my little lady comes to me, I’ll let them know that , Sans thought, rubbing his cheek where that ungrateful little girl had slapped him.  

 

“Well, I guess I should be headin’ back-”

 

“Don’t you want to take a nap first to regain some of your strength, brother?”

 

Sleeping sounded so great, but Sans wanted to be in the human city .  By this time his little lady should be learning about her unemployment and Sans was certain he would see a very humble and apologetic little girl at his door very soon.  

 

“I’ll rest up in our new place.  Got to get used to it and everything,” Sans stated and Wingdings nodded uncertainly, but thankfully didn’t say anything else about it.  “Alright.  I expect you to have dinner with us tonight instead of stomping to your room and moping.”

 

“Human Food tonight?”

 

Wingdings openly cringed.  “Papyrus is calling it human cuisine and based on his practice runs last night it should be an...interesting meal.”   

 

“Goody, sounds disgusting.”

 

“Sans-

 

“Just kiddin’ bro.  Well gotta run! See ya tonight!”

 

In a puff of red smoke, Sans vanished and reappeared inside the newly refurbished garden shed.  

 

Of course after all that early morning hard work Papyrus and Sans did, it was no longer a shed.  It was now a two story house with four bedrooms, two working bathrooms, a bigger shed with much better gardening tools and a large kitchen.  An unnecessary large fucking kitchen that nearly drained Sans of all his magic, but it shut Papyrus up so Sans considered it a win.   

 

And speaking of Papyrus…

 

“BRO?  YOU HOME?” Sans yelled up the stairs.

 

No answer.  Papyrus must still be out, trying to “befriend” the humans or scaling the park or talking to his “admirer” or some kind of stupid shit like that.  

 

Sans sighed in relief, glad to finally have one damn moment to himself and looked around his surroundings, smirking.  

 

And at the moment, he was standing in the middle of the furnished living room and the plush sofa looked way too inviting.  The shorter skeleton groaned as he sat down, his bones aching and the exhaustion washed over him instantly.  It had been a long and physically demanding morning.  Now it was time for a relaxing afternoon.