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 I couldn’t help overhearing that conversation you had -”

 

Frisk snarled her teeth at the guy causing him to back away.

 

“I don’t have time for you right now. I going to rearrange the bone structure on a certain fat bastard.”

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The pretty little pixie lady jerked away from him and stomped towards the streetcar that was picking people up.

Jim frowned and put his hands in his pocket, pondering what he should do.  After a few seconds, he decided to follow the pretty lady.

Chapter 7: A Rough Morning...A Better Afternoon

“Be careful with my products, monster.”

 

Sans would have killed the old bastard and his chuckling bodyguards right then and there.  Fuck consequences and all that noise, but the only thing that saved Don Dee was that Wingdings was standing beside him giving Sans a warning look when the shorter skeleton had spun around to do just that.

 

I’ll kill ya.  I swear to Christ I’ll kill ya , Sans thought viciously as he nodded his head at Don Dee, turning back around towards the crates of weapons that Wingdings had promised the human.

 

“No problem, Don Dee,” Sans said, trying to keep his voice light as he glared at the five remaining boxes.  “I’ll be careful.”

 

With a grunt and sweat pouring down his skull by the gallons, Sans surrounded the boxes with his red magic and raised his hand, lifting them up off the ground.  He huffed painfully, feeling even more drained than he had felt last night.  

 

If yesterday had been terrible, today was even worse:  nothing but work, work, work.  First he finished remodeling his new home in the human city and as soon as he was done with that, Wingdings appeared telling the shorter skeleton Don Dee had just contacted him urgently, telling him he needed his weapons NOW and he’d be entering Snowdin soon.

 

And so now, instead of being with Papyrus listening to his younger brother make his speech to the humans and catching glimpses of his little lady,  Sans was standing in front of his garage in Snowdin, lifting heavy boxes in a huge shipping truck like some underpaid underling...something he hadn’t done since he was a kid on Asgore’s payroll.  

 

The excessive overuse of his magic was straining him and with the last of his strength Sans managed to GENTLY load the weapons into the oversized truck.

 

Panting slightly and sighing in blissful relief that the hard part of the job was done, Sans watched with murderous hatred as Dee’s men finally began moving to secure the crates so they didn’t get damaged during the ride back to the human city.

 

Thanks for the help assholes, Sans thought darkly and wiped the sweat from his brow.  He leaned against the truck, putting his hands on his knees, trying to control his breathing.  He definitely need a nap soon if he hoped to regain even a little bit of his magic for the day.   Wasn’t safe for someone like him to be out of magic for even a few minutes...it was okay at the moment since Wingdings was with him, but if he were alone...

 

“If I may, Don Dee, why are you in such a rush to get your shipment so soon?  I recall you saying you didn’t mind receiving your products by the end of the week,” Wingdings’ whispery and croaky voice caught Sans’ attention even among the loud sounds of wood scraping against metal.

 

When Sans turned around he was even more annoyed and angry to see that Don Dee didn’t even look rattled in the least standing in the presence of his older brother.

 

The old man barely reached Wingdings’ chest and yet he was twitching his mouth up at the oldest skeleton brother with a mixture of disgust and boredom.  Sans was floored that Wingdings was able to keep his calm composure, especially when he saw his brother’s gloved hands tremble slightly behind his back.  If Don Dee wasn’t essential to their plans Sans would have gambled the old man’s arms and legs would already be detached from the rest of his body.  Something nice and gory and humbling…

 

Sans’ smile widened at the thought.      

 

“Hardly your business, monster,” Don Dee declared looking up at Wingdings.

 

Two white hands silently materialize behind Wingdings, keeping themselves out of Don Dee’s line of vision. The floating hands were flexing their fingers quickly showing Sans exactly the type of mood his brother was in and the shorter skeleton eagerly waited for his brother to attack.  Much to his disappointment, Wingdings snapped his fingers softly and the two hands disappeared.  

 

“My...apologies Don Dee.  I did not mean to overstep my liberties with you, but my main concern is the safety of my brothers.  If you need the weapons right away to...handle a problem in your lovely city, I would be most grateful if you told me so I may warn my younger brothers to be alert and careful if that problem were to enter MY territory.”

 

Don Dee’s disgust remained on his face, but something like understanding flashed in his expression.  Wingdings gave the old man a small open mouthed grin.

 

“Your enemies are my enemies, my friend.”

 

If it didn’t look downright suspicious, Sans would have whistled in admiration.  If had been many years since Wingdings had played the “kiss-up” game, but Sans had to give his older brother credit:  the fucker still had it.  

 

Don Dee nodded slowly.

 

“I suppose you are right, monster.  Well if you must know, one of my employees, the gentleman your brothers met the other day, was found violently murdered outside one of the bars I frequent.”

 

Sans turned around, hiding his face and began coughing loudly, hoping it would hide the chuckles that were erupting out of his mouth uncontrollably.  He couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t help it.   

 

“Nick?!  Somebody killed Nick?” Sans managed to say, struggling to keep his voice under control.

 

“That’s terrible Don Dee,” Wingdings declared and removed one of his hands from behind his back to cover his own mouth when he coughed.  Sans caught his smile though.  “Do you know who did it?”

 

The oblivious old man nodded his head, the anger spiking in his eyes.  

 

“There was this gang I was having problems with for awhile now.  Recently I came up with a compromise that I thought would solve everybody’s problems, but apparently  I was wrong.”