Fish tie
Undyne sat by herself in a secluded corner of the bar. It was late and it was quiet. Only a few patrons were left still drinking, and most didn’t even notice the underboss hidden within the shadows out of the main area of the tavern as she sipped at her whisky. She was glad for the privacy. She really wasn’t in any sort of a mood to bother with small talk or pleasantries anyway. She just wanted to sit.
She didn’t even really know why she had ended up in Grilllby’s bar. It was a weekday, and normally she hated drinking during the working week. She usually saved her partying for her days off, but she couldn’t sleep, and her empty apartment was just too quiet. Though she didn’t want to engage in conversation with anyone, she found that the static hum of the other discussions going on in the bar behind her served as a pleasant background noise that proved to be a good distraction away from the rest of her thoughts.
“U- Undyne?” A small stuttering voice asked from behind her. Undyne turned to the voice, surprised to see Alphys’ nervously fidgeting form by her table.
“Oh Alphys.” Undyne stated. “What are you doing here so late?” She asked.
“Well I- I had some business to discuss with Sans and I saw you over here all by yourself, and well I thought that it was odd since, you know, you don’t usually like staying out late during the week, and well umm …..sorry.” Alphys stammered. Undyne cracked a smile at Alphys’ timid nature.
“You don’t have to apologies. Here, why not take a seat since you’re here anyway?” Undyne offered, patting the chair next to hers. Alphys’ yellow scales flashed a deep crimson at the gesture.
“Oh, ok um, thank you.” She said as she took a seat.
“So business with Sans huh?” Undyne asked as she twirled her drink absentmindedly on the table top.
“Ye –yes, he um, has recently been helping me to do research on the soul smoker. I was just stopping by to see if he had anything to report on.” Alphys answered.
“Hmm, the smoker.” Undyne said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared down at her drink. “Any new developments?” She asked. Alphys picked up on the tension present in her voice rather quickly.
“Uhhh, well nothing yet, he says he still needs to analyze a few notes before he can get back to me.” Alphys answered, noting the slight frown that had settled on Undyne’s face.
“Um, so Undyne, what are you doing here so late anyway?” She asked in an effort to change the topic of conversation.
“Not really sure.” Undyne replied. “I just….needed a breather I guess.”
Alphys swallowed thickly at Undyne’s curt and sullen tone. She had never seen Undyne like this before. The usual confident and authoritative underboss was now so quiet and reserved, it unnerved her.
Alphys fiddled with her glasses as she tried to come up with something to say. She wanted to help Undyne, but she had no idea how to, or if she even could. She would probably only end up making her feel worse if she bothered to open up her big fat mouth, but she knew that she at least had to try. Undyne had always given her support whenever she had needed cheering up. The underboss had always offered up her encouragement and praised Alphys for her accomplishments. Though the two of them had only really communicated as coworkers, Alphys had always appreciated the underboss’ zealous nature. Her passion and enthusiasm were just so contagious that Alphys often found it lighting a flame within her own soul as well.
“Undyne um, I hope that I’m not overstepping my boundaries… It’s just that, well you seem a little down today.” Alphys managed to stutter out.
“Ha! Well you know, failing a mission doesn’t exactly put you in the best of moods.” Undyne answered a little too bitterly. Alphys immediately clammed up at her harsh tone.
“Sorry.” Undyne said after seeing the little lizard monster flinch. “I didn’t mean to snap. I…I’m just not really in the right head space to really be interacting with anyone right now. Actually I think I’m gonna call it a night.” She continued as she moved to leave. Alphys reached out before Undyne could fully stand up from her seat. She placed her hand over Undyne’s on the table top.
“Oh sorry!” She said as she immediately retracted her hand again. Undyne paused. Alphys fidgeted slightly as she finally worked up the nerve to speak again.
“Undyne um, you know you have every right to feel upset about what happened.” She began meekly. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I were in your shoes. I don’t really think that anyone would.” Undyne retook her seat as Alphys continued to stammer.
“What I mean is that it’s ok to feel bad sometimes, and it’s ok that you do feel bad. You don’t have to hide it.” Alphys finished.
Silence then surrounded the two of them again as Alphys stared nervously down at her hands. She began to feel her face turn red as she mentally berated herself for what she had just said. It probably hadn’t even made the slightest bit of sense.
A sniff sounded from the seat next to her, earning her attention. When she turned toward the sound she saw Undyne with her hand raised over her face, covering her eyes, as a stream of tears ran down her cheeks. Alphys froze.
“Dammit.” Undyne cursed under her breath as she tried to hide behind her hand. After Alphys had managed to regain control over her nerves again, she hesitantly reached forward and placed a gentle hand on Undyne’s shoulder. Undyne tensed for a moment before she relaxed under her friends understanding touch. Finally she allowed herself to give in to her sorrows.
“I failed them Alphys.” she said between her quiet sobs. “They were depending on me and I couldn’t save them. I was there leader and I let them down.” Alphys patted her shoulder softly encouraging her to let it all out. Undyne bowed her head.
“It’s ok Undyne.” Alphys said. The two continued to sit together in silence as Undyne allowed herself to morn while Alphys stayed by her side in silent support, hoping that the little that she was doing for her friend would be enough.
Frisk awoke the next morning in her new room. She smiled happily as she giddily fidgeted underneath her quilts in her new comfy bed. Gradually she sat up and stretched as she prepared to meet with the new day.
She hopped out from under her covers and over to the flower pots in the window sill. She gave them all a drink with the new watering can that she had just bought the other day from the home and garden shop downtown. She then turned around to stare at the rest of the small bedroom and beamed.
This was all hers. She had never owned so many wonderful things before, things that she was able to pay for with her own money. Frisk giggled to herself at the thought. Wow, she actually had money, and a real bed, and she was paying rent for a room; how utterly bizarre.
Sometimes she still thought that this was all some kind of super realistic dream. She was terrified at times that it would all just disappear, and that one day she was going to wake up to find herself magically transported back to the old mattress on the floor of her dark, cold, abandoned loft apartment, working on the streets all by herself. Those thoughts, however, only lasted for a few seconds as Frisk was quickly reminded that there was no way that her imagination would ever be able to construct something so unbelievable. No, something this strange could only be real.
Frisk took in a deep breath to help wake up her senses. The air was slightly sweet thanks to the floral display by her window. She then leapt over to her bedside table to pull on her nice vest and trousers, before heading over to the brother’s place for breakfast.
When she opened the door, Sans and Papyrus were already in the kitchen. Papyrus was standing over the stove, humming a jaunty tune, while Sans was lazing at the kitchen table, newspaper in one hand with his mug of instant coffee in the other. Frisk smiled warmly from the doorway, taking a moment to look over the familiar scene in front of her, before she announced her presence
.
“Good morning.” She chimed as she waltzed over to claim her seat at the table.
“GOOD MORNING FRISK.” Papyrus exclaimed as he set down a plate of burnt pancakes with spaghetti noodles sticking out of them, before pouring tomato sauce mixed with maple syrup over the stack.
“Morning.” Sans replied as he flipped over a page in his newspaper.
Frisk smirked down at the strange concoction set before her. After she had made breakfast for everyone following the incident with the Hollywood Troop, Papyrus had demanded that she show him how to cook pancakes. He insisted that it would be the perfect addition to his spaghetti breakfast dish, though Frisk hadn’t realized that he had actually meant that he would be cooking the pasta within the pancakes. Somehow she found that she wasn’t very surprised by this. She took a couple bites of the strange creation anyway, and shot Papyrus with a smile and thumbs up, much to his delight, before she was back on her feet again.
“Busy again today?” Sans asked as he folded up his newspaper. Frisk nodded in response as she tugged on her black boots.
“Yup.” She said. “I want to get a few errands done so I’m going to head out early.”
“OK, WELL HAVE A GOOD DAY FRISK.” Papyrus said cheerily.
“See ya kid.” Sans added with a lazy wave. Frisk flashed them both a smile before heading down the stairs to the bar below. As she made her way to the exit she greeted all of the patrons present in the tavern, and also made sure to say hello to Grillby before she picked up her assignment and left.
When she read over the telegram she was pleased to see that her workload was light. She gave a silent cheer at the news, happy that she would have plenty of time to get her other errands completed. Frisk quickly skipped down the road toward the market in the town square. she was planning on using some of her extra earnings to buy the brothers, as well as Grillby, a thank you present for all that they had done for her. She eagerly examined the stalls, keeping her eyes peeled for the perfect gifts that would accurately express her gratitude to the brothers and the bar tender.
Papyrus was easy enough to shop for as the younger skeleton brother was so enthusiastic about his passions, and was more than willing to talk about his likes and dislikes. Frisk ended up finding a bunch of old movie paraphernalia from a stall that looked to be put up by someone cleaning out his attack. He practically gave Frisk the posters for free, saying that he just really needed to get rid of all this junk. Frisk was glad for the bargain, but also felt unsatisfied that she hadn’t spent a lot money on his present, so she bought a bag of imported Italian fettuccini noodles to top it off.
Grillby was a little trickier as he was more of a quite natured fellow and never really did much talking, always instead preferring to listen. Since Frisk wasn’t all that much of a talker herself, her time spent with the flame elemental usually only consisted of a few short lived conversations before gradually falling into a comfortable silence. Frisk had, however, always been observant during her time with him when she would sit at the bar with a soda and watch him work. She found that Grillby had quite the fondness for classical music as during closing time, when the bar was nearly empty, Grillby would always listen to it on the radio while he was cleaning down for the evening. Frisk stopped buy a music store and purchased a few records at the clerks recommendation.
Frisk smiled triumphantly to herself. Two down and one to go, now all she had to do was find something for Sans, but as she circled the market square her confident mood began to dwindle. It was a lot harder then she had expected to find something that the older skeleton brother would like. She managed to find a couple of joke books, but as she flipped through them she realized that she had already heard most of their jokes from Sans. She thought about maybe getting him a new book on physics, but she had no clue what he would find interesting. She still barely understood the subject herself.
Frisk huffed in frustration as she passed yet another stand, again finding nothing of interest. She ended up walking into a men’s tailors shop out of desperation. She wandered aimlessly through the store, browsing over the suits and dress shirts. She didn’t know why she was even bothering at this point. She knew the last thing that Sans would want was a new suit. If Sans had his way then he would never get dressed and instead laze around all day in his fuzzy pink slippers after all.
As Frisk moved further into the back of the store something caught her eye. She made her way over to a rack displaying a multitude of men’s ties. At first they didn’t appear as anything special, but behind the muted neutral tones Frisk made out a bright pattern. She moved the other ties out of the way revealing an array of oddly colorful and strange patterned ones hiding behind the rest. Frisks face lit up as she fanned through the strange collection.
They were all so odd. Some were made up of hideously bright colors, while others sported obnoxious patterns. Frisks favorites were the more gimmicky ones. She found one that looked like piano keys, and another with rubber ducks pictured all over them, there was even one in the shape of a realistic looking fish. Frisk smirked as she searched through them all, finding the most ridicules ones that she could. Sans would just adore these. She ended up settling for three, the one with the piano keys, the fish tie, and one that was a bright yellow with cute watermelon slices patterned all over it. After she had made her selection, she proudly marched over to the counter with her prize and placed them on the front desk to pay for.
The attendant gave her a quizzical look as he eyed her purchases, but shrugged as he packaged them up in a decorative brown paper bag before giving her the total cost. Frisk smiled happily as she made it out to the streets again. She glanced at the clock tower and was pleased to see that she had managed to finish her shopping in time before she had to go to the pickup that was assigned to her.
Frisk quickly jogged out of the market square and into an ally as she hoisted herself up a stack of crates, before jumping to catch the bottom rung of a fire escape ladder. She pulled herself up to the rooftops and quickly found a place to stash the presents out of site, underneath an old water tower, until she could come back for them later.As she sprung over the rooftops toward the pickup destination, Frisk couldn’t help the excited feeling that was beginning to spark within her soul. She couldn’t wait to see all of her friends faces when they received their presents. She smiled brightly as she skipped her way over top of the town.
When Frisk made it back to the bar later that evening she peered around the corner, staying out of sight from the flame elemental serving drinks at the back of the tavern. She had decided that Grillby would be the first to receive his present as the brothers weren’t home yet, and she couldn’t keep her excitement caged up for much longer. With a deep breath Frisk slowly made her way forward, making sure to keep the present hidden behind her back.
As she sat down at the bar stool Grillby nodded to her in greeting. He already had her usual cherry soda in hand as he made his way over. Frisk smiled in thanks as she took a sip of her drink. Grillby was about to turn around again when Frisk pulled out the decorative gift bag from under the counter and placed it in front of him. Grillby stared down at the parcel in confusion, before returning his puzzled gaze to Frisk. she grinned at him.
“It’s a present for you.” She said, answering his unspoken question. “To thank you for letting me stay here.”
Grillby returned his gaze to the present in front of him, before his fiery cheeks steadily took on a heated bluish purple tone. He cleared his throat as he moved to open the gift. He looked to be delighted at the records and offered Frisk a pleasantly bright smile before he extended his hand to her. Frisk gladly returned the gesture and shook his hand, happy to see that he liked his gift.
Frisk stayed at the bar as she finished her soda. She was thinking of a good way to surprise both of the brothers with the remaining presents that she had hidden under the counter. Maybe she could hide them in the apartment and wait until they found them, but then again that could take a while, and Frisk knew that she wouldn’t be able to wait that long. Plus, she really did want to be there to see the look on their faces when they did receive the gifts. As she remained lost in her train of thought she didn’t notice the coyote monster who claimed the seat next to her own.
Jack grinned to himself as he pulled on a suave smile. He then cleared his throat to get the human girls attention. Frisk jumped slightly in her seat, not realizing that he was next to her, before she turned toward him and his half lidded easy eyes.
“Hey there.” He greeted as he leaned his weight over the bar top. “Your names Frisk right?” Frisk nodded back to him. She remembered him from the funeral a few nights ago. He had been the coyote monster who was talking with Sans.
“And your Jack, Sans' friend.” She replied. Jack smirked, pleased that she had recognized him.
“Yup that’s me.” He said. “Sorry I never got around to introducing myself the other night, but I wanted to make sure to make your acquaintance when I saw you here. It isn’t every day that a human joins the Pansies after all.” Jack continued a sly glint in his eye as he rolled his gaze over Frisks form.
“That’s fine.” Frisk replied politely as she continued to sip at her soda.
“So.” Jack said. “I gotta ask, is it true that you managed to score an extra five G from Alico? I mean sorry for gawking, but I think that’s rather incredible.” He finished with a confident smile.
Frisk raised an eyebrow. Something about his overly cheery tone, and the obvious flattery that he was throwing her way, was setting off a warning bell. But, she nodded anyway, as the question was innocent enough.
“Wow, that’s really something.” Jack said, continuing his attempt at flattery. “So, how’d a pretty girl like you end up with a bunch of thugs like us?” He asked. Frisk frowned slightly as she now recognized what it was that she had been sensing earlier. The coyote was flirting with her.
“Long story.” She answered flatly. Jacks smile seemed to falter at her curt tone, but he quickly refastened it to his face. There was no way that he was going to give up that easy. He just had to try it at a different angel.
“Oh sorry didn’t mean to over step any boundaries. I was just curious is all.” He said using his best apologetic voice. Frisk turned her gaze toward him wearily. She was curious to see what type of game he was playing at.
“So you liking it on this side of Ebott? It must be quite strange from a human’s perspective.” Jack continued. Frisk shrugged.
“It’s not all that different really.” She said. Jack fumbled slightly as he tried again to pick up the conversation. Boy, this girl was not giving him much to work with.
“Uhh heh, so do you live around these parts? If you want I can walk you home when you’re finished with your soda.” He offered with the manor of a gracious gentleman. “It is late after all, and it can be dangerous at this time of night, especially for a pretty girl all by her lonesome”. He said. Frisk held back her snicker. Just what kind of chump did this guy take her for?
“There’s no need.” Frisk interjected. “I live here.” She said as she pointed to the stairway.
“Oh, well never mind then.” Jack replied sheepishly, retreating once again.
Sans sauntered into the tavern off of the darkened streets of the Under-City. He dragged his feet behind him as he walked, tired from running around all day and getting absolutely nowhere. It turned out that Jack wasn’t the only one who had come up empty concerning the monster that the Gambino’s had hired, as none of his other contacts could find anything either. Sans sighed to himself as he made his way forward through the bar. It was frustrating to say the least that this monster seemed to always be one step ahead of him, lingering right outside of his reach. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact that determination was used in the smokers, Sans probably wouldn’t even believe that the guy really existed.
Sans grumbled under his breath. He felt the telltale pounding of the beginnings of a headache start to thrum from behind his eye sockets. It had been a very long day and he could sure use a decent sleep. However, before he could make it to the stairway, he found his gaze wondering over to the bar. The pain throbbing behind his sockets sharpened when he saw Jack sitting next to Frisk at the counter, fixing her with those half lidded eyes and sleazy smirk that Sans knew all too well.
Sans spun on his heels as he changed his course away from the stairs, and the sweet call of his bed, over to the bar top. As he got closer, he began to pick up on some of the one sided suggestive conversation that the dirty mutt was spewing. Sans grin grew taught.
“You know if you ever want a tour of this side of Ebott, I’d be happy to show you around. I know a few good spots out of the way of the public eye that I’d be willing to share with you.” Jack said, working his best romantic charm on the girl sitting next to him.
“I already had a tour thanks.” Frisk replied bluntly. She was a little surprised that the coyote was still trying at this point. She was sure that he would have gotten the hint by now that she wasn’t interested. However, she was also slightly amused that he was still working so hard. She wondered how long he would be able to keep up this act for.
“Well that may be so, but I can guarantee that you haven’t seen all of the sights. I bet I could dazzle you if you gave me the chance.” Jack said with a sly grin.
Sans reached forward and placed a heavy hand on Jacks shoulders at that moment.
“Gee Jack, how come I never get invited on your tours?” Sans said in a dead tone. Jack flinched before slowly turning around to see Sans standing behind him.
“Oh, Sansy hey! I was just waiting for ya!” He said, his suave smile faltering into a wobbly mess.
“Heh, really?” Sans replied, raising a brow bone. “looks to me like you were engaged in quite the conversation.”
“Well uh, just wanted to be polite and introduce myself is all.” Jack said with a weak shrug. “But now that that’s done, I got that info you wanted.”
“Sure thing pal, why don’t you go and wait for me over there.” Sans said, gesturing to an empty table in the corner of the room. Jack nodded as he scooted around Sans, pausing only to tip his hat to Frisk before quickly fleeing to the secluded table in the far corner. Sans kept his pinpricks locked on him until he had taken a seat.
“Sorry about him Frisk.” Sans said as he turned back to the girl at the bar. “He thinks he’s a real Casanova, but he’s harmless enough.”
“It’s no problem.” Frisk replied quickly as she shimmied the gifts further under the bar counter, and hopefully out of Sans’ line of sight. “But you said you had business right? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long. I think I’m gonna head upstairs and help Papyrus with dinner. You take your time with your friend.” She said as she prepared to make a quick exit up the staircase.
“Ok kid.” Sans replied, not registering her fidgeting. “Tell Paps I’ll be up in a bit. Don’t start dinner without me.” Frisk nodded in response before she watched Sans turn to go and talk to Jack. She made sure that he had his back toward her before she made her escape with the gift bags up the stairs and out of sight.
Sans gradually took a seat across from Jack. The coyote tried to hit him with a placating smile, but Sans really wasn’t in the mood to be so forgiving.
“I thought I already told you Jack, I really don’t appreciate you being so casual with my underling.” He said. Jacks smile fell slightly as Sans fixed him with a stern stare.
“Ah lighten up Sansy, I wasn’t causing any harm, just having a little fun is all.” Jack said with a forced chuckle as he attempted to wiggle out of Sans’ heavy gaze. “Besides, you really have nothing to worry about when it comes to that girl, she can take care of herself. She shut me done at every pass I made, didn’t even give me a chance.” He continued with a shrug. Sans just rolled his eye sockets.
“Alright, so what did you want?” He asked.
“Well, I thought you would like to know that I found that lady you were looking for, you know the one with the human kid?” Jack said his sly smile returning. “Got her address right here for ya.” He continued as he placed a slip of paper down on the table. Sans pinpricks flicked down to the presented information.
“That was fast Jack, even for you.” Sans said as he extended his hand to pick up the paper.
“What can I say? I already came back empty handed once, so I made this job top priority since you gave me another shot.” Jack replied. “Plus, I already spent the cash you gave me so I didn’t really have a choice but to deliver.”
“Heh, well this certainly brightens my day up.” Sans said as he read over the address, glad that at least today hadn’t been a total waste of time. By the looks of it, the place was a bit out of the way. The address was to a house in the country side, just past the city’s boundaries. It would probably be about a half a day’s drive just to get that far out to the boonies.
“Thanks Jack, this helps me out a lot.” Sans said as he stood up to make his leave.
“Any time Sansy.” Jack said. “I’m always looking for work so just hit me up if you got another job in mind.”
“Will do pal.” Sans replied as he pocketed the address and sauntered over to the stairwell.
Sans rubbed the back of his neck as he made his way to the apartment. He would have to take a whole day off if he wanted to go and check out the address. It wasn’t like he would mind taking a drive through the country side instead of doing his usual work, but he hadn’t really decided if he wanted to actually follow through and find this woman. He really didn’t even know why he had gotten Jack to search for her in the first place. The thought had kind of just popped into his head in the spur of the moment, and now that he had the information he wondered if he really should get involved or make it any his business.
Sans sighed as he made it to his door. Well, it wasn’t like it would cause any harm to just go and talk to the lady. He did have a few questions that he wouldn’t mind getting answers to concerning Frisks past. Besides, she might actually want to know how her supposed daughter was doing, and if she didn’t… well then Sans could just keep this little escapade to himself. No sense in telling Frisk something unsettling and dredge up old wounds after all.
“Hey bro I’m home.” Sans called as he entered in through the apartment door, before hanging his trench coat up on the rack.
“HELLO BROTHER! DIINER IS READY AND WAITING.” Papyurus called in a chipper tone. Sans raised an eyebrow as he wandered over to the kitchenette to see what had gotten Papyrus in such a good mood.
“Looks good Paps.” Sans said when he saw the usual spread of spaghetti laid out on the table, though the noodles looked thicker than normal. Papyrus must have found another pasta brand to try out at the store.
“Hey where’s Frisk at?” Sans continued when he didn’t see her present.
“O-OH FRISK WAS A LITTLE TIRED SO SHE DECIDED TO HEAD TO BED EARLY TONIGHT.” Papyrus answered. Sans cocked his head to the side at his brother’s nervous voice. It wasn’t very often when Papyrus would pointedly try to hide something from him.
“So Paps, anything exciting happen today?” Sans asked as he twirled a fork full of noodles on his plate.
“NO, NOTHING AT ALL SANS, JUST THE SAME OLD SAME OLD.” Papyrus replied with a wobbly smile as he broke his eye contact away from his brother.
“Really? Huh, so not one thing worth mentioning then?” Sans said probing further, his grin growing larger as Papyrus continued to fidget in front of him.
“YOU KNOW WHAT? SUDDENLY I’M NOT FEELING ALL THAT HUNGRY EITHER. MAYBE I’LL JUST WRAP THIS UP AND SAVE IT FOR LATER.” Papyrus said in an effort to change the subject as he stood from his seat. Sans narrowed his sockets. No way was he going to let him off the hook that easy.
“Say Paps, you seem a little skittish, something eating at you?” Sans said as he took a prominent bite out of his plate of spaghetti. Papyrus winced at his pun.
“SANS DON’T.” He said.
“Don’t what bro?” Sans replied with a smirk. “I don’t really know what your spegettin at. You’ll have to be a bit more spege- ific.”
“SANS…” Papyrus said again as he rubbed at his temples. “PLEASE.”
“Come on Papyrus, all you have to do is tell me what’s up and I’ll stop.” Sans said tauntingly form his spot at the table.
“I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.” Papyrus replied resisting his brother’s torment. Sans grin just grew wider at the presentation of a challenge.
“Alrighty then, I guess I’ll just dig in. Heh,bone apatite am I right?” Sans said. Papyrus’ happy disposition quickly fell into one of pure dread.
“Hey Paps, you’re looking a bit pale today.” Sans began. Papyrus swallowed thickly in anticipation. “I think you might be running a femur.” Sans finished with a wink .Papyrus clenched his jaw together tightly, still refusing to give in.
“Hey Paps, did you hear the sad news about the Italian chef down the street?” Sans asked. Papyrus grimaced as he tried to distract himself with washing the dishes. “He pasta away.” Sans continued.
“But then again he wasn’t really Italian, so I guess that just makes him an impasta” Sans said as Papyrus desperately tried to ignore him.
“Wow, Paps you’re really holding your own, usually you give up within the first two. I should give you more credit. I really didn’t think you were gonna be stroganoff to stomach my humor, but hey I guess that’s just cuz were family, right macabroni?” Sans finished with a playful wink. Something in Papyrus snapped in that instant as he whirled around, not able to take anymore.
“STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT THIS SECOND!” He screeched.
“I’m alfredo I canttaloni do that.” Sans said with a shrug. “Not until you spill.”
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! FRISK GOT US THANK YOU PRESENTS TODAY!” Papyrus shouted before he immediately clapped his hands over his mouth.
“DANG IT SANS, YOU MADE ME SPOIL THE SURPRISE!” He exclaimed angrily. “WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING?” Sans still sat at the table slightly confused.
“What?” He asked.
“OH JUST GO AND LOOK IN YOUR ROOM!” Papyrus huffed as he turned back to the dishes, before continuing to wash them with much more vigor then he had been using previously.
Sans hopped of his chair to go and see what was hidden in his room, now even more curious then he had been before. When he opened the door he saw a decorative brown paper gift bag with a navy blue bow tied around its handles sitting on his bed. he paused in the doorway briefly before he made it over to the bedside and plucked a handwritten card out from the side of the bag, it read;
Dear Sans,
Just a little something to say thanks a skele-ton for everything.
Frisk.
Sans smiled down at the note.
“Heh, good one kid.” He said to himself as he moved to grab for the bag. He dug around through the tissue paper until he found the gift inside. When he pulled out the roll of fabric it unraveled, confronting Sans with what looked like a fish? Sans was confused at first until he realized that the fish was actually a tie. His eyes lit up like stars as he found the other two hidden in the bag. There was one with piano keys on it that Sans thought would be perfect for music night, and then there was a yellow one with watermelon slices printed all over it.
San strutted over to the mirror as he fastened the fish tie around his neck before striking a suave pose. Yup, this was pure comedy gold. He would have to ware it the next time that he did stand up in the bar, not to mention whenever he could around Papyrus as he already knew that his younger brother was going to despise the tacky thing. Oh the possibilities were endless.
Sans took off the tie and hung it over the back of his chair with the others, before changing out of his slacks and vest to his boxers and ratty tea shirt.
He would have to make sure to show Frisk tomorrow as well, she would probably get a real kick out of it. Sans smiled as he settled into his bed. That girl was a real sweetheart, he’d be sure to put on a good show tomorrow as a thank you for her. Sans yawned and fell asleep as he thought up jokes about ties and fish related one liners.