A happy goodbye
Alphys awoke suddenly to the insistent buzzing of her alarm clock on her messy desk. She groggily opened her eyes before peeling her face away from her work surface as she reached for the off button on the clock. A piece of paper was stuck to her cheek as she had fallen asleep over her notes yet again. She yawned and stretched before fumbling to find her glasses. She then went to her chaotic kitchen to grab a hot mug of tea before she settled back at her work station to begin pouring herself over her transcripts once again.
She had been analyzing the soul smoker none stop since it had been delivered to her. The design of the device was easy enough for her to understand. It was actually a rather simple set up, but what she was struggling with was the formula of the red substance which was held within it. She knew that determination was a vital element of the liquid, however she had no idea how it had been converted to effectively block out a monsters magic. Whoever this monster was that was working with the Gambino’s they must be a genius to be able to create something so intricate.
With a tired sigh Alphys turned back to the files on her desk before selecting a rather old and warn one from the stack. This file was actually one of Alphys’ treasures as she had found it in Doctor W. D. Gaster’s old lab before it had burned down, leading to the Doctors mysterious disappearance. It was the only bit of his work that seemed to have survived the wreckage. Alphys squinted at the strange symbols that made up the file. His notes were written in a weird sort of code. So far she had only managed to translate two pages, but she continued the grueling work none the less, hoping that the secret text would hold the key that she would need to unlock the formula of the soul smokers and provide her with the means of coming up with an antidote. Doctor W. D. Gaster was the leading expert when it came to human determination and its potential uses. If the answer wasn’t in his notes, then Alphys had no idea where else to look to find it.
She then glanced back at the clock and winced. It was getting close to two. Mittsy’s funeral procession was scheduled to arrive at Grillby’s soon. Though Alphys had never personally met the mouse monster she knew that Mittsy had been a vital member of the Pansies organization, the very same organization that supplied Alphys with steady work and a pay check. Even though she wasn’t one for social gatherings Alphys new that it was only natural to make an appearance at the bar for Mittsy’s celebratory send off to pay her respects. She grumbled slightly as she pulled herself out of her desk chair to go and try to find something decent to wear or at least something that wasn’t stained with coffee or chemical residue from previous experiments. She settled on an old pokadot dress she found in the back of her closet. Alphys chanced a look in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She struck a pose only for her to feel greatly unsatisfied by her reflection.
“Well that’s as good as it’s going to get.” She said out loud to herself as she grabbed her jacket before heading out to Grillby’s.
Sans and Papyrus sat beside each other silently on the couch as they waited. The taller brother had his arms crossed over his chest as he bounced a leg in slight annoyance. Sans strummed his fingers absentmindedly on his knee as his gaze continued to shift toward the hallway waiting for Frisk to make an appearance.
“SANS WHAT IS TAKING HER SO LONG? WE HAVE TO LEAVE SOON.” Papyrus huffed breaking the tensed silence in the room.
“Don’t know bro.” Sans simply replied as he continued to stare at the hallway entrance. He was also feeling slightly agitated that the kid was decidedly taking her sweet time. He was debating whether or not to go and check on her again, thinking that maybe this time she really had fallen down or hurt herself. He stopped himself, quickly deciding against it. He knew that he had already been hovering more then what was strictly necessary around Frisk even with her injuries, and he also knew that the kid valued her independence. He didn’t want to come off as too suffocating or smothering. Paps often told him that he worried too much, and would get annoyed when Sans babied him.
Besides, Frisk was a young woman after all, and like other young women she was probably just putting the extra time into her appearance. This was an important event by monster standards, and Sans knew how close Frisk had been to Mittsy. She probably was just making an extra effort to look nice for her fallen friend. Sans let out a sigh, not entirely convinced by his attempt at quelling his anxious thoughts. Ok, he would give her five more minutes and if she still hadn’t come out of the washroom then he was going to go and check on her.
Frisk huffed frustrated at her reflection, not happy with the outcome of her efforts at all. She had tried to do her hair like Mittsy had when she was meeting with Alico, only the curls always seemed to go in the opposite direction then what she wanted. The makeup that she had bought to experiment with for this particular event was also proving to be very difficult to work with. No matter how much she tried to put on it just smeared across her face. Frisk angrily brushed her hair out and wiped her face clean. She then looked at the blue dress and grimaced. The short sleeves of the dress showed her bandaged and bruised arms. Her purple flesh and the thick cotton dressings really did not pair well with the delicate garment. Frisk frowned as she moved to exit the washroom. She had given up with all this girly nonsense, she was just going to wear her nice vest and trousers instead. It may not be as fancy looking but at least the outfit would hide her injuries.
As she stepped out of the hallway into the living room both brothers perked up on the couch. Both were wearing there nicest suits. Papyrus was dressed smartly in his white overcoat and orange dress shirt with black trousers and matching black gloves and tie. Sans wore a sharp black blazer over his dark blue dress shirt with black slacks. Frisk was actually surprised to see his matching black tie done up correctly. She couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous at how nice the two both looked.
“OH GOOD FRISK YOUR READY.” Papyrus said as he stood from the couch. “THE CEREMONY WILL BE STARTING IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. WE SHOULD HEAD DOWN TO GREET EVERYONE BEFORE THE PROCESSION ARRIVES.”
“Sorry Papyrus, I’m not quite ready yet. You two can go on ahead I’ll meet you down there.” Frisk replied as she moved to the bedside table next to the couch. Sans cocked his eyebrow as he watched Frisk rifle through her drawers.
“What are you looking for?” He asked, and Frisk tensed slightly as she pulled out her other clothes.
“I’m just going to change quick. I won’t be long.” She replied.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN FRISK? YOU ARE ALREADY WEARING THAT NICE BLUE DRESS THAT MITTSY BOUGHT YOU WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO CHANGE?” Papyrus questioned.
“I just do. I’ll be down in five minutes.” She said as she briskly began to make her way back to the washroom.
“WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” Papyrus fussed. “WE’RE ALREADY RUNNING BEHIND SCHEDULE.” Sans patted his brothers arm and tossed him a sympathetic grin.
“Hey Paps why don’t you save us a seat downstairs? I’ll help the kid.” He said. Papyrus rolled his eyes.
“OH ALRIGHT BUT NO LOLLYGAGGING. I DON’T WANT YOU TWO TO MISS THE CEREMONY. He huffed.
“ Heh, No problem Paps, we’ll be down lickity split.” Sans replied with a big convincing smile. Papyrus frowned at his pun before he gave his brother one more warning look.
“IF YOU TWO ARN’T DOWN IN PRECISELY FIVE MINUTES I WILL BE BACK AND DRAG YOU BOTH DOWN THOSE STAIRS DRESSED OR NOT !” He threatened as he proceeded to make his way out the door.
“Wait there a sec bucko.” Sans said as he jumped off the couch to stop Frisk before she could disappear back into the washroom again.
“What’s with the hold up?” He asked.
Frisk fidgeted slightly at his question as her cheeks turned a slight pink. She knew that it was probably stupid to be getting worked up over something like this. Being worried about her appearance was honestly just a waste of time. Since when did she even give a damn what she looked like any way? Especially when there were much more important things to think about, like where her next meal was going to come from, but she couldn’t help it. She had wanted to do something special for Mittsy and this was the best thing that she could think of, and now with no more time left to try again she just felt disappointed with herself.
“I… just wanted to look nice.” Frisk replied sheepishly as she fiddled with the hem of her dress. Sans rubbed the back of his skull as he cleared his throat nervously.
“Well, you do look nice kiddo. I don’t really see the problem.” He said. Frisk just shook her head.
“You can see all of my bruises.” She replied. Sans allowed his eyes to roam to her arms where Frisks injuries stood prominently displayed with the dress’s lack of sleeves.
“Oh.” He thought to himself. He was beginning to understand why she was upset.
“Hold on there pal, I think I got you a solution.” Sans said as he walked past Frisk towards his bedroom. Frisk followed behind him curiously wondering what he had in mind.
“Just um, excuse the mess.” Sans said from over his shoulder as he went to open his bedroom door.
When he did Frisk couldn’t help but be a little interested at what lay inside the shorter brothers room as it had been kept off limits to her since she had arrived at the skeleton brothers apartment. When she did finally get to peer inside she felt her face fall in slight disappointment.
The room was what she would expect to see from any lazy bachelor in the Under-City. A cluttered desk, an unmade bed, and an overstuffed bookshelf, it was messy just as he had promised. Dirty and clean clothes littered the floor accumulating into piles. The only odd thing that Frisk found at all about the room was the surprising number of socks that the shorter skeleton brother seemed to own. Frisk guessed that instead of washing his dirty ones he just bought new ones whenever he ran out.
Sans scratched at his skull, A few sweat drops forming on his forehead when he noticed Frisk eyes wandering around his private space.
“Sorry it’s uh, not much to look at. Been meaning to clean up for a while but never really got around to it. Heh, I guess you could say the prospect of actually doing it left me feeling bone tired.” He said, flashing her a nervous smile. Frisk giggled making him feel a little bit more relaxed.
“So um, wait here for a sec.” He continued as he wadded his way across his messy floor toward his closet. Frisk watched him dig around for a few moments before he appeared to find what he was looking for shoving it under his arm as he made his way back.
“I didn’t really know what to do with this after all of the arrangements had been made, but I think that Mittsy would have wanted you to have it.” He said as he held out Mittsy’s magenta suit jacket.
Frisks eyes went wide as she stared at the garment in Sans hands. She wanted to make a move to except the offered jacket that he held out to her, but found that her hands were hesitant to move toward it. Sans also seemed to notice her struggle so he stepped behind her and held it up.
“Here let me.” He said as he draped the jacket over her shoulders. Frisk intently clung to the pink cloth as soon as it settled over her form. The jacket would be a little big on her if she were to wear it normally but as a shawl just arranged around her, it looked quite fitting, and did the job of hiding her bruises.
“Hmm, it looks good on you kiddo.” Sans said as he tossed her a big grin. Frisk however was quiet and soon Sans smile got a little smaller at her lack of response.
You uh, think that it will work ok?” He asked cautiously and at his question Frisk immediately snapped her gaze toward him. her eyes full of gratitude as a big and bright smile spread across her face.
“It’s perfect Sans.” She replied.
Sans was a little shocked at her reaction. That was probably the biggest smile he had seen on Frisk since he had met her. He didn’t think that human faces could stretch that far. He couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the sight.
“Heh, no sweat kid. Now how’s about we head on downstairs? We don’t want to keep Paps waiting. You know how rattled he gets.” Sans said shooting her a wink. She laughed as she followed him out of his room and out of the apartment down to the bar.
Frisk sat between the two brothers at the bar top as all three waited for the ceremony to begin. Grilllby also seemed to stay rather close to the group as he polished glassware from behind the counter. Sans and the flame elemental were shooting small talk as the rest of the Pansies members slowly started to arrive and funnel into the building. Frisk began to feel a little nervous as the bar began to fill. She was Unsure if she would be really welcomed to this event. It was a monster ceremony and by the sound of it a very important one, and Frisk, well she knew that she was a human not a monster, and she also knew that a lot of the Pansies members still probably blamed her for Mittsy’s death. Frisk also sometimes still found it hard to disagree with that particular accusation. She clutched at Mittsy’s jacket tighter.
Papyrus bumped her elbow sensing her dread before he flashed her a confident smile and patted her gently on the head. Frisk felt immensely better at his action as she was reminded that she had friends here. Papyrus, Grillby and Sans all had her back, and Mittsy did too. Frisk felt a swell of happiness form in her chest at that thought. She then straitened herself up and faced forward proudly. She was here to honor her friend and no amount of hate filled stares, or rude comments, or threatening whispers was going to make her leave.
However, to Frisks surprise instead of being at the brunt end and receiving such nasty gestures, the monsters all seemed to acknowledge her with respect as they nodded commendably or tipped their hats toward her. A few even came up to her and shook her hand offering condolences for her loss. Frisk was actually speechless at this display as she sat utterly confused at the bartop. Sans chuckled at her stunned form and she looked at him wanting an explanation.
“Come on pal, you didn’t honestly think word wouldn’t get around about you risking your life trying to avenge a monster now did you?” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“YES FRISK, YOU ARE A HERO EVEN IF YOUR ACTIONS WERE RECKLESS.” Papyrus chimed in. Even Grillby nodded silently agreeing with the two brothers statements.
Frisk turned back around. She hadn’t thought about it like that, and frankly felt very undeserving of that title. She had acted selfishly, and in the end her choices could have just as easily endangered all of these monsters lives. San pinched Frisk shoulder when he saw them slump with regret.
“Hey now, what did I tell you about all this feeling sorry for yourself nonsense? Everything turned out fine so no need for sad faces right?” He said. Frisk smiled sheepishly back to him and gave him a reassuring nod. Sans was right. Today wasn’t meant for regret, it was meant for remembering all the happy times she had with her friends. Enough tears.
Just as the room began to settle and everyone had taken a seat, the procession arrived. Asgore was leading the way followed closely behind by Undyne. When Frisk saw the fish women she felt a pang of guilt. She had said some hurtful things to her the last time they had spoken. Things that she knew she had to make amends for.
The room quieted immediately when Mittsy’s dust was brought forward and then the ceremony began. Asgore opened with a speech commending Mittsy’s achievements for the benefit of the Pansies organization, and then he continued commending her as a person, and also as a close personal friend. The whole room ended up in fits of giggles over some of the funny stories Asgore told, and he himself also began to crack up and laugh as he revisited those cheerful memories. Soon monster after monster took the stand and began retelling their own personal experiences with Mittsy. Undyne actually brought up the event of the movie night that had happened almost three weeks ago and praised the mouse monster as one of the best drinking partners that she had the pleasure of sharing a shot with. Frisk smiled. She had almost forgotten about that night in her grief, but now she was only filled with fondness as she replayed the memory over again in her head.
Next Mittsy’s dust was brought over to her bar stool where she would often sit after long days at work to share a brief drink and a laugh with the other members of the Pansies. Her dust was sprinkled over the stool forever claiming that seat at the bar so she could continue to laugh and enjoy the merry times with the other gang members left still living. Then Grillby brought out a bottle of peach snaps, Mittsy’s favorite liquor, and the last of her dust was sprinkled over the cork before it was opened. Everyone was then poured a shot so they could all enjoy one last drink and celebrate with her before they let her rest in peace. All the monsters raised there glasses in unison and shouted her name as they downed the liquor. Frisk also held up her glass high and relished its sweet taste as it burned down her throat. Then everyone cheered and the celebration commenced. If Mittsy was going to leave the Pansies, then the Pansies were all going to make sure that she left with a bang.
It was slightly strange for Frisk as she watched the monsters laugh and joke and drink. She had always thought that funerals were supposed to be sad, but she found that she enjoyed this happy nostalgic atmosphere much, much better. Now was a time to relive the happy moments. to share stories between comrades, to drink, to sing and to laugh while the fighting was over.
As Frisk watched the monsters mingle she spotted Undyne across the room. She took a deep breath as she stood from her seat before making her way over, the alcohol that she had just consumed providing her with an extra once of liquid courage. Undyne noticed her as she crossed the bar. She raised a stern eyebrow. Frisk held her gaze firm as she approached. When she finally arrived directly in front of Undyne she stood rigid, not allowing her determined stare to break away from the under-boss' face. Undyne cocked her head and sneered. Frisk then balled her fists tight at her sides and threw her head forward bowing down to the underboss.
“I'm sorry.” she stated firmly and Undyne’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I was acting like a big baby. I didn’t mean what I said. It was stupid. I let my anger get the better of me and it won’t happen again.” Frisk said as she now stared at the floor waiting for Undyne to say something. The under boss remained silent and stoic for a few more moments before she gained a taunting smirk. She then grabbed Frisk around the shoulders and pulled her into her side before noogying her relentlessly.
“Oh ya think I’m gonna let you get off that easy do ya punk?” She said as she continued to grin. Frisk squirmed in her hold but Undyne refused to yield.
“Not until you say uncle squirt.” She said as she continued her assault.
“Uncle, uncle!” Frisk called desperately as she tried to wriggle her way out from Undynes iron grip. Satisfied, Undyne let Frisk go she stumbled briefly before she regained her footing and fixed Undyne with a big smile. Undyne then stuck out her hand.
“I’d say were even now. What do you think punk?” She asked. Frisk gratefully returned Undyne’s handshake.
“I’d say that sounds about right.” She replied happily.
“Good.” Undyne said yanking Frisk to her side once again before she slung an arm over her shoulder. “Now let’s drink!” She declared as she walked Frisk over to a booth while waving Sans and Papyrus over to join them. Undyne started the group off with another shot of Mittsy’s favorite, peach snaps.
“To Mittsy!” She declared as she raised her glass. The skeleton brothers and Frisk mimicked her actions as there shot glasses all met in the middle of the table. A satisfying clink resounded before all of them pulled their glasses back and downed the fruity alcohol. Frisk lagged a bit still not used to heavy liquor. She coughed as she finally smacked her glass on the table top. Undyne smirked at her.
“Oi, Sans! You need to train your human better in drinking. If you don’t she’s just going to end up a light weight like Asgore.” Undyne snickered. Sans chuckled as he got up to order another round for the group from the bar.
“Hey kid, what'll you be having?” He asked. Frisk paused and furrowed her brow as she tried to remember which drink name meant what concoction.
“I’ll have a martini.” She declared not knowing exactly what that drink was made up of, but it sounded elegant none the less. Sans nodded before turning to Undyne.
“Just get me two more of these.” Undyne said pointing to her empty shot glass. Sans then left to order the drinks. Papyrus went with him to help him carry back the load.
Frisk tossed her head over her shoulder to Asgore across the room. Sure enough just like Undyne had said, the big goat monster was already stumbling and giddy with booze. His face flushed under his stark white fur. Undyne caught her curious gaze.
“Ya, you wouldn’t expect it by how big he is, but the boss can’t hold his liquor to save his life.” Undyne said with a hearty laugh. “He’s only had two drinks and he’s already wasted.” She explained.
“Is that why he never comes to the bar?” Frisk asked. Undyne suddenly went quite, her smile falling quickly into a frown.
“What is it?” Frisk asked confused by Undynes sudden change of mood.
“Na punk, he actually used to come in all the time in the past. Though he wouldn’t always drink, he’d get in trouble with the misses.” She said. Frisk cocked her head to the side.
“Asgore’s married?” She asked. Undyne bit her lip realizing she had spilt more beans then what she had originally meant to.
“He was married, a long time ago.” She replied. Frisk just continued to stare at her quizzically, and finally Undyne sighed giving in to Frisks curiosity.
“Look, Asgore doesn’t have a lot of happy memories associated with this place anymore. I’m actually surprised he managed to drag himself back here even for Mittsy’s funeral. He hasn’t stepped foot in this bar for years.” She said.
“What happened?” Frisk asked and Undyne stiffened, still unsure if she should speak about such a horrid memory on a night meant for celebration.
“I’m only gonna tell you this once cuz I was stupid and brought it up, but after I’m done no questions.” Undyne replied firmly, fixing Frisk with narrowed eyes. “We’re here to be celebrating a friend, not drudging up past wounds alright?” She said. Frisk nodded seriously in full understanding. Undyne let out one more huff before she reluctantly began to tell the tale.
“Asgore wasn’t always this overly cautious and serious mob boss that he comes off as today.” She began. “When he was younger and had first taken the position as the pansies leader, he was actually quite ambitious and a bit of a risk taker.” She said.
“He was really good at his job, and made some pretty excellent gambles when he first came to power. Under his rule the Pansies rose quickly to the top ranks of the crime ring in Ebott.” She explained. “But no one can keep a lucky streak going forever, eventually that well of good fortune runs dry.”
“We were all here celebrating a successful trade off with another monster gang in Ebott. Asgore had made a steal with the profits and even brought his family out with him to party at the huge victory. His wife and his kid.” Undyne continued, her tone growing more and more somber the further she got into the story.
“It was a drive by.” She said. “A smaller human gang was jealous of the Pansies success. Or maybe they were scared that a monster gang was rising in the ranks. Either way, it really doesn’t matter what their motives were. They shot through the bar like cowards from the safety of their vehicle while we sat unaware inside. A lot were injured, and many were killed, including the boss’s son Asriel.” Undyne said as her gaze fell heavy to the table.
Frisk felt her heart sink at the sad tale. She looked back over her shoulder at the drunken laughing Asgore. She was beginning to understand why he had made the choices he did surrounding Mittsy’s murder. He didn’t want to risk losing anyone else.
“After that he shut down, lost all reason. It actually almost got him kicked out of the gang because he started to become violent where there wasn’t any real need to be.” Undyne continued.
“He started arranging raids, or double crossings, or just downright slaughters when it came to the human gangs of Ebott. He was never satisfied no matter how much blood was spilled. A lot of monsters left the Pansies during that time including his wife. She went in to hiding. She couldn’t take all the senseless killing. It was with her loss that he came back to his senses, but he never truly came back to himself.” Undyne said finishing her story.
“I never knew.” Frisk said bowing her head in guilt as she remembered how she had accused Asgore of being a coward back when she herself had been also so full of hatred. She now realized that she had a lot more in common with the boss monster then she had first thought.
“It’s not your fault punk.” Undyne said, slapping Frisk on the shoulder. “But that’s enough sad chat for now. We have some celebrating to do tonight after all.” She said flashing Frisk a cheeky grin. Frisk swiftly shook away her own remorseful feelings and returned Undyne’s smile with her own.
Sans and Papyrus came back a few moments later. Their arms full of drinks for the group.
“Well, looks like you ladies are getting on fine without us boneheads around.” Sans quipped as he surveyed the two women chatting and joking happily in the booth.
“SANS NO! NO PUNS !” Papyrus snapped immediately giving his brother a harsh warning look.
Sans chuckled and shrugged as he slid his way back into his seat at the booth, passing the drinks to both Frisk and Undyne respectively. Undyne downed her first one without so much as batting an eye before immediately heckling Frisk until she guzzled half of her martini in one swig, Succumbing to the fish monsters taunts.
“Wow there buddy, there’s no need to rush. We got the whole night ahead of us.” Sans said as he saw the kid begin to sway in her seat. Undyne just shot him a toothy smirk .
“Come on Sans, let the girl loosen up. She’s got a lot to celebrate. After all she’s an official member of the Pansies now.” Undyne replied slapping Frisk commendably on the back. Frisk hiccuped.
It took her a moment to register what Undyne had said, and then a big goofy smile spread across her face when she realized that she indeed was an official member of the Pansies, of a monster gang. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly to herself at the thought. She would have never guessed that she would actually end up as a gang member when she was back on the streets broke and by herself, and now she was sitting in a cozy bar, surrounded by friends with a price on her head. It was funny how things had worked out.
“And not to mention Sans, we also have to celebrate your promotion.” Undyne continued raising a snarky eyebrow.
“PROMOTION? WHAT PROMOTION?” Papyrus asked.
“It’s nothing Paps.” Sans replied as he attempted to give Undyne a look that told her to shut her damn mouth before he shut it for her. The fish women just seemed to smirk wider at him.
“Sans you didn’t tell them?” She continued her voice full of mock surprise. “Paps your big bro is moving up in the world. He’s got himself a shiny new underling and everything!” She said grinning wickedly across the table at the short skeleton, who simply tossed her an un amused smile in return.
“BROTHER IS THIS TRUE? THAT IS SUCH GOOD NEWS! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Papyrus beamed from beside sans at the table.
“Eh, didn’t really see it as that big a deal.” Sans replied with a shrug.
“Ha! More like you didn’t want to face your new responsibility.” Undyne chirped.
“OF COURSE IT’S A BiG DEAL BROTHER! NOW, WHO IS THIS NEW UNDERLING OF YOURS?” Papyrus questioned.
Sans quickly picked up his drink and took a big gulp, trying to buy time as to avoid his brother’s question. Undyne slung her arm around Frisk as she ruffled her hair, her toothy grin only growing larger and larger.
“I’ll give you a hint Papyrus, she’s a human.” She said as she pointed to Frisk. Frisk and Papyrus both turned to Undyne with shock written all over their faces.
“FRISK?! BROTHER FRISK IS YOUR UNDERLING?!” He asked. Sans sighed as he finished his drink.
“Yup.” He reluctantly replied.
At his response Papyrus immediately lit up. His dark eye sockets seeming to sparkle like stars, while Frisks face fell in to a firm frown.
“OH THAT IS EXCELLENT ISNT IT FRISK? WE’RE ALMOST LIKE A TROOP OF OUR OWN NOW! WELL, EXCEPT IM NOT SANS’ UNDERLING THAT’S JUST YOU, BUT STILL THIS IS SO EXCITING!” Papyrus exclaimed happily. Frisk just sat silently before picking up her drink and taking a rather large gulp. Sans raised a brow bone at her.
“Hey kid, what’s that face for?” He asked as he poked her in the cheek. Frisk just fixed him with an unimpressed stare.
“This means you’re my boss doesn’t it.” She stated more then asked. Sans chuckled and shrugged.
“I guess you could think about it that way.” He answered complacently. “You know, now that you mention it Mr. Sans Sir boss man does have a nice ring to it. What do you think pal?” He asked, tossing her a smug smirk. Frisk frown deepened. Undyne let out a loud laugh at Frisks reaction to the news.
“Hehe, I don’t envy you punk.” She said as she slammed back the rest of her second drink.