Smart mouth
W. D. Gaster slowly strolled down the large corridor of the Gambinos new facility. He surveyed the progress and quality of the areas that were still under construction, making sure that everything was on track and was done to his standards. He hummed to himself contently. So far things were looking quite satisfactory; the project was on schedule with only a few minor delays, and for once everything seemed to be going smoothly. Gaster then exited the hallway and entered into a large spacious room. This was to be the center, the very heart of his work, and he had to admit that he felt uncharacteristically giddy at the idea that it would be soon completed.
In the middle of the room was a large, very daunting, looking machine. Gaster smiled to himself as he approached it. The hull of the machine looked like an animalistic skull and was connected to the ceiling by various tubes and wires which supported its weight. The device was one of his own design, it was a project that he had been forced to abandon when he had fled the Pansies all those years ago. Finally he would be allowed to finish his work unhindered by Asgore’s stupidly placed conscience. Now everything would fall into place just as it was meant to… well almost everything. Gagsters smile then turned downward. One piece was still missing, the most important piece.
Gaster stepped forward and ran an affectionate hand gently over the smooth cold metallic surface of the machine. When he had first decided to finish his work, he had originally thought that he would have to start from square one again, but then he learned of the survival of his tests subjects. He had managed to procure one years ago, but at a cost that still set him back more than what he had hoped for. Now, however, he had found that the other was still alive, and better still that their soul had seemingly stabilized all on its own… at least he was hoping it had.
Gaster let his hand linger on the machine for a moment longer before he swiftly retracted it again. No, it was a fools game to rely on hope alone. That’s why he had begun this project in the first place. There was no need for hope when one had certainty on their side.
In truth he had no idea what state his subject was truly in or if they would still be of any use at all; though he had to admit that the recent accounts of the Gambino underlings who had survived the failed ambush at the cemetery did sound very promising to say the least.
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Frisk paced back and forth as she inwardly continued to panic. This was bad. This was so bad! Sans had been taken into custody and there wasn’t one thing that she could do about it! Frisk ran a nervous hand through her hair in an attempted to try to calm herself, but it was of no use. Every time that she thought about what had happened her mind kept picturing worse and worse potential outcomes.
They had probably locked Sans away in some cold dark cell all alone… or worse with a crazy mentle case of a cell mate, who hated monsters, and who had managed to sneak a weapon in! Frisk grit her teeth as she tried to brush away the image of the make-believe brute that she had conjured in her mind; a six foot bald giant, with missing teeth, some replaced with fake gold ones, and who was covered in tattoos gained from previous visits to prison. Frisk groaned forcing the vision away, only for even worse thoughts to replace it.
What if they were hurting him? Frisk knew that the cops of Ebott were not exactly on the right side of the law, and would often resort to alternative methods to get confessions so that they could close cases faster. Methods that usually involved inflicting physical violence on potential suspects.
At that thought Frisk flew to the window and slammed it open. She couldn’t just sit here! She couldn’t just allow those copper swine to beat on Sans when it was all her fault that he was even in this mess to begin with! But as Frisk was about to pull herself up to the sill she froze. She had promised Sans that she wouldn’t. He had made her swear to him that she would stay put and allow him to handle this. Frisk slowly backed away again before closing the glass pane in defeat. If she had known that something like this was going to happen then she would never have made such a stupid promise!
The sound of the latch turning quickly snapped Frisks attention away from the window to the door instead.
“I’M HOOOOOOOOME!” Papyrus sang happily as he entered into the apartment with a bag of groceries balanced on his hip.
Frisk looked at him stiffly and Papyrus paused, able to read the panicked expression on her face.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” he asked, immediately concerned. Frisk stayed stalk still for a moment, before she bolted for Papyrus, throwing her arms around his waist and burying her face into his shirt.
Papyrus tensed in surprise as he struggled to keep the groceries in his hold while Frisk hurriedly murmured something incoherently, her frantic voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“OH MY, OH JEEZ! HOLD ON A MOMENT FRISK.” Papyrus then said, also sounding a little frazzled as he tried to figure out what was going on while awkwardly lowering himself to place the grocery bag on the floor.
“NOW JUST LOW DOWN A LITTLE AND START FROM THE BEGINNING.” He said after he had managed to coax Frisk off of his shirt. Now that her face wasn’t anymore he could see that she was on the verge of tears.
Frisk nodded and took a deep breath before she explained to him carefully what had transpired downstairs in the bar. As she recounted the incident she began to speak faster and faster not able to keep a grip on her panic. Papyrus’ brow bones were knit together in building worry as Frisk told him that sans had been arrested and led away by the police.
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I UNDERSTAND FRISK.” He then said as he settled an arm on Frisk’s shoulder to calm her down. “DO NOT WORRY. YOU SAID THAT GRILLBY HAS CALLED ASGORE RIGHT?” Frisk nodded vigorously, biting at her bottom lip.
“GOOD GOOD, THEN ASGORE SHOULD SORT THIS OUT, BUT JUST TO BE SURE I WILL ALSO CONTACT HIM.”
“Is that it?” Frisk then asked, still feeling very anxious. “I mean, isn’t there something else that can be done?”
Papyrus flashed Frisk a small reassuring smile.
DON’ T WORRY FRISK. THIS ACTUALLY ISN’T THE FIRST TIME THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED. I KNOW IT’S SCARY, BUT SANS WILL BE OK I PROMISE.” He said. Papyrus’ words helped a little bit but Frisk still felt uneasy.
“Ok.” She said instead of voicing her concerns, deciding it was best to trust the younger brother. Papyrus then handed her the bag of groceries.
“HERE DO ME A FAVOUR AND PUT THESE AWAY FOR ME . I WILL GO RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS AD PHONE ASGORE TO GET MORE INFORMATION OK? AND THEN WE CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO FROM THERE, SOUND GOOD?” He said still holding Frisk with kind steady sockets. Frisk took a deep breath and accepted the bag of groceries.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She agreed.
“GREAT! ALRIGHT, I WILL BE RIGHT BACK.” And with that he stood up and turned toward the door. Before he disappeared behind it, however, he threw Frisk one more reassuring glance.
“TEN MINUTES TOPS.” He said. Frisk nodded.
“Ok, ten minutes.” She repeated. Papyrus flashed her a thumbs up and then continued on his way down the stairs.
Frisk took the bag of groceries into the kitchen and began organizing its contents before putting them away. It served as a decent distraction at least. Instead of continuing to let her mind spiral out of control thinking about Sans, she repeated the names of the products that Papyrus had purchased as she placed them neatly on the cupboard shelves and in the fridge. When she was finished she sat down at the table and buried her head in her arms while she waited for Papyrus to come back upstairs.
Papyrus managed to conceal his concern for the most part until he made it to the bar top where Grillby was waiting already expecting him. The younger brother wrung his hands together as he waited for Grillby to finish up serving a customer before making his way forward.
“Papyrus.” Grillby greeted, extending a hand and placing it reassuringly on the young frazzled skeleton before him.
Papyrus tried to muster up a thankful smile but it fell away within seconds.
“SANS IS IN TROUBLE AGAIN.” Papyrus stated immediately, instead of trying to start off the conversation with his usual happy small talk. Grillby nodded in response.
“HAVE YOU CONTACTED ASGORE?” Papyrus then asked as he continued to fret.
“Yes.” Grillby replied. “He has informed me that he is already working on the matter.” Papyrus nodded but was not at all satisfied by that answer alone.
“I THINK THAT I WOULD LIKE TO CALL HIM MYSELF GRILLBY, IF YOU DON’T MIND LENDING ME YOUR TELEPHONE FOR A FEW MOMENTS.” Papyrus questioned boldly, and Grillby paused for a moment not used to papyrus being doubtful, but nodded understandingly as he motioned to the back hallway.
“It is all yours for as long as you need it.” He said.
“THANK YOU GRILLBY.” Papyrus said before hastily making his way behind the curtain.
Papyrus stood in front of the phone just staring at the reciver but not making a move to take it in hand. He hadn’t really done anything like this before, calling the boss directly and making a demand. Sans usually handled these matters, and now that Sans wasn’t here Papyrus couldn’t help but feel at a loss as to what to do.
It was true that Sans had been taken in for questioning before, and although all of those times had been scary this time it felt different. Judging by what Frisk had describe to him, this time it seemed that his brother was in some real trouble.
Papyrus then took a deep breath. He was able to calm down slightly by remembering that Asgore had told him personally that if he ever needed anything all he had to do was ask. Papyrus then picked up the phone and dialed the number.
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Sans sat in the holding cell inside the police station down town. He sighed to himself as he leaned against the cold concrete wall behind the metal bars while starring off at nothing in particular. As weird as it was Sans didn’t really feel all that uncomfortable as he lounged on the wooden bench that was attached to the cell wall. It was by no means as good at lounging on his own couch or anything, but he supposed that it was just the familiarity he had with the space. Heh, this cell was practically a home away from home with how often he was tossed in here.
Though metal bars and locked doors weren’t really much of an obstacle for Sans on most days he refrained from simply taking a shortcut out to the streets and strolling back home. As tempting as it was to dupe the entire police force of Ebott, It would only result in a man hunt through the monster populated areas of the cities and possibly more arrests of his friends and colleagues. Sans knew that he would just have to be patient and wait for Asgore to sort this mess out.
“Sans, you’re up.” The guard outside of the holding sell then announced as he fiddled with the keys that unlocked the cell door. Sans hoped of the bench and held his wrists out to the cop expectantly.
“Thanks Charlie. Say, I really like what you’ve done with the place. You guys really spruced up the old cell since the last time I saw it. New coat of paint, and you fixed that squeaky door hinge. Wow, top notch I give it five stars.” He quipped.
Charlie rolled his eyes at Sans’ comments as he sighed unamused under his breath. The skeleton had used the same joke the last time that he was booked in here.
Charlie then roughly slapped the cuffs over Sans’ wrists before grabbing him by his shoulder and pushing him forward. Sans winced.
“Ah, I see the attending staff is still as brash as always. I guess you guys didn’t take my advice about maybe lightening up a bit?” Sans continued, only Charlie didn’t respond, already tired of Sans attempt at conversation.
He led Sass to the interrogation room near the back of the building, before re cuffing Sans so that he was bound to the chair. Sans grimaced. This room was not nearly as comfortable as his cell.
Charlie then continued back toward the door.
“Someone will be in to question you soon Sans. If I were you I would try not to run your mouth off too much this time. I think you remember that the last time you decided to be a smart ass it didn’t go so well for you.” Charlie said briefly over his shoulder and Sans shrugged.
“I can’t make any promises.” Charlie he replied and the guard only shook his head in response.
“Suit yourself.” He said before disappearing out the door.
Sans then settled back in the quiet of the room. He suspected that he would be left alone for a while now. It was a tactic that the officers who would question him often tried. He supposed that they were trying to make him sweat, but the last time that they had pulled this shtick Sans had used it as an opportunity to take a nap. A yawn then escaped him as he continued to sit. Now that he thought about it a nap sounded really good right about now, and as long as he was just going to be kept waiting he may as well indulge. Sans smirked to himself as he leaned his head back and started to let his sockets slowly fall closed.
The door to the room then slammed open roughly startling Sans right out of his attempted slumber. He jolted in his seat before snapping his gaze toward the doorway. Constable Slyde was standing by the entranceway accompanied by another officer. He held a folder in hand as he looked back to Sans with a somewhat smug expression on his face.
“Hello again Sans.” Slyde then said in greeting and Sans slumped forward more than just a little annoyed at the constables interruptions. Oh what a wise guy.
Slyde then continued toward the table taking a seat. The accompanying officer made his way around and stood directly behind Sans.
Sans quirked a brow bone. Normally he would be questioned halfheartedly by some lesser ranked officer, as the superior constables already knew that it would be a pointless waste of time seeing as how MacDonnell the chief of police had already been bought out by the Pansies. But Sans knew that Slyde was a different kind of beast who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else. He would have to be careful here. Sans then fastened his usual lazy grin across his skull as he prepared for his face off with Slyde.
“So what is it that I can help you with there Johnny boy?” He said as he casually leaned himself back in his seat. Slyde brought the folder forward before opening it neatly while ignoring the nickname.
“Does this person look familiar to you?” He asked, sliding a photo over the table top.
Sans shifted his pinprick to glance at the photograph. It was a crime scene photo depicting a very bloody and gruesome act. A young man lay on the ground sprawled out in the snow. There was a gaping hole in his throat and a lot of blood surrounding him in a pool. His eyes were open wide in an expression of shock that was frozen on his grey dead face. Sans recognized this corpse. It was that kid. The one in the cemetery. The one that had tried to reach for the smoker when he and Frisk had been ambushed. The one that he had killed. Sans shrugged.
“Can’t say that he is.” He replied. Constable Slyde held a firm stare over Sans surveying his expression intently. Sans merely stared back in complete indifference.
After a while Slyde took the photo back.
“You know it’s a real shame when cases like this end up on my desk. This kid here, he was barely twenty two years old, still hadn’t quite shed off all of his baby fat you see. I talked to his family to inform them that their son passed just the other day, not an easy job. His mother already lost a son oversees to war and now she lost her other son to the streets.” He explained. Sans nodded but didn’t say anything more.
“It was too late for me to get this kid back home safe where he belongs, but there still may be a chance for that girl. I’m gonna ask you again Sans, you sure you don’t recognize this kid?” Slyde asked, this time more sternly.
Sans briefly flicked his sockets back to the photo before bringing them right back to stare off with constable Slyde.
“Sorry pal I can’t place him.” He replied. Slyde held Sans’ sockets, but Sans just sat there unwavering. After a moment Slyde simply nodded.
“Alright, I had hoped that you maybe had a shred of a conscious left in that empty boney carcass of yours, but I see now that I was giving you too much credit. I’m gonna give you one more chance. Where did you take the girl?” Slyde asked calmly. Sans only blinked blankly in response.
“I can’t say I know what you’re talking about there friend.” He answered plainly. Slyde sighed.
“Well Sans, you brought this on yourself.” He said before gesturing to the police officer behind sans.
The officer then reached out and grabbed the back of Sans shirt before slamming his head hard into the table top and then yanking him back up into a sitting position again. Sans eye sockets just went wide in pure shock. He hadn’t seen that one coming. Sans then smirked a little as the pain began to leak passed his surprise. He took a moment to formulate a response.
“Heh, ouch. And here I thought you were playing the role of good cop. Hey would you do me a favor and warn me the next time you decide to switch to the bad cop persona? I would really appreciate the heads up, and uh, heh, so would my skull.” Sans said wincing as a throb began to pound behind his sockets.
Constable Slyde ignored his comment entirely.
“I found that when dealing with your kind in order to achieve any progress it often works better to speak more in a language that you would better understand, which I have observed is pain and violence. So let me ask you again what have you done with the girl?” He said and Sans narrowed his sockets. So this is the way that constable Slyde wanted to play? Fine. He’d indulge him.
“Oh man, I don’t think I can remember what you were even asking me about. For some reason my heads all fuzzy.” Sans shot back smartly. Slyde frowned unamused and then signaled to the officer over sans shoulder once more.
The cop then grabbed at Sans cuffed wrist, releasing one of his hands before securing the cuff to the chair and forcing Sans now free hand down flat on the table. Sans recognized this move. It was one that he also used frequently when he was dealing with difficult clients. Targeting the more delicate parts of the body often resulted in a more potent strike and a quicker agreement. Sans prepared himself as the officer grabbed the baton at his belt and then drove it down hard over Sans’ splayed fingers.
Sans tried his hardest to hold back his cry’s but a few muffled grunts forced their way passed his still maintained smile despite his efforts.
“How’s that memory clearing up?” Slyde questioned complacently.
Sans winced as sweat beads started to break across the side of his skull at the pain. At least two of his fingers were defiantly broken. He fought back his grimace and flashed Slyde a smug grin.
“I don’t know doc. Whatever the hell you’re hitting me up with seems to not be having that much of an effect.” Sans chirped. Slyde’s brows narrowed.
“Then I suppose you need a stronger dose.” Slyde replied and Sans didn’t even get a chance to try to protest before the officer whacked him again. Sans was less successful at smothering his yelps the second time.
“Fuck!” Sans muttered under his breath. God damn it! The same hand!? Now that was just low!
“You ready to crack yet.” Slyde continued and Sans shot him a sneer.
“I think you're Cracking me up enough for the both of us. Heh, doing a right bang up job of it too, but if you insist sure I’ll take a whack at it.” Sans then said and Slyde pursed his lips at the skeletons japes but also raised a brow in intrigue, thinking that perhaps Sans had finally realized that resistance was futile.
Sans took a moment and cleared his throat.
“A policeman pulls a guy over for speeding and asks him to get out of the car.” Sans then began much to the confusion of the two officers in the room.
“After looking the man over he says; ‘Sir, I couldn't help but notice your eyes are bloodshot. Have you been drinking?’” Sans continued with a wry smile and Slyde’s face fell into firm annoyance.
“The man gets really defensive and says; ‘Officer, I couldn't help but notice your eyes are glazed. Have you been eating doughnuts?’” Sans then finished while eyeing Slyde smugly.
Slyde looked over at the shorter skeleton seated before him. He didn’t bat an eye and then silently nodded to his counter officer again. Instead of an applause Sans was met with a firm back handed slap across the face.
“Ugh.” Sans winced as the sting began to fade. “Heh, gee tough crowed huh?” He said.
“Sans, I do not have time for your games.” Slyde replied sternly. He then let out a heavy sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment in contemplation.
“I am willing to make you a deal if you co-operate here.” Slyde then said. “I can let you off the hook for this. I can wipe your record clean, but you need to tell me where you took the girl.”
Sans continued to sit quietly, not budging an inch for Slydes offer. In a moment of utter frustration Slyde slammed his hand down on the table.
“Sans she is innocent in this! You know very well what happens to young girls that get tangled up in that world! Just let me save her!” He then demanded.
“Sans was then taken a back a bit in that moment. He honestly didn’t know how to respond. He felt surprisingly a bit appreciative for Slyde’s genuine concern. It was actually a little reassuring knowing that someone did truly care for another’s wellbeing in this screwed up world, but this whole situation was just too big as it was, and as good as Slyde’s intentions were they would be useless to Frisk. Sans didn’t make a sound and only slid his pinpricks away from Slyde’s expectant eyes.
Slyde continued to wait a few more moments for sans to speak up but when it became clear that the skeleton wasn’t going to talk his expression darkened.
“Fine. We’ll just have to keep at it the old fashioned way.” He said, this time standing from his seat and slowly making his way over to Sans’ side of the table.
Sans braced himself, already knowing what was coming as Slyde took the baton from the other officers hand. Fighting back would only cause more trouble and magic was illegal. If Sans used it now, even in self-defense, then he would only be singing his own order of arrest. He would just have to endure. Sans was then roughly pinned down against the table again as Slyde hovered over him with the heavy club in hand.
The door to the interrogation room was then opened quickly. Slyde paused with the club raised as he looked over to the officer who had just entered into the room.
“I’m sorry sir for the disturbance.” The officer said quickly, noticing the annoyed glint in Slyde’s eyes. “But it’s an urgent phone call …from the chief.”
Slyde’s expression then shifted to one of grim realization. He sighed before lowering the club.
“I’ll be right out.” He said straitening his tie nervously before making his way out of the interrogation room.
Sans watched him go, feeling more than just a little thankful for the distraction. He guessed by the look of dread crossing Slyde’s features that this was the phone call that he had been waiting for. Thank the stars Asgore had been right on the money with his timing.
As Slyde made his way over to his office he could feel the eyes of the other officers watching him. He knew what they were thinking. He knew that they all thought that this effort was only a waste of time; that it was pointless to try and target the Pansies, but even so Slyde couldn’t simply roll over at the command of his superiors who were as crocked as a barrel of fish hooks. Before he moved to pick up the phone Slyde took a steadying breath preparing himself for what he knew was coming. Finally he lifted the receiver to his ear.
“Officer Slyde speaking.” He then said announcing his presence.
“Slyde! You absolute knuckle head! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The angry voice of chief MacDonnell yelled from the other end of the line.
“Sir, I’m investigating a potential lead to the where abouts of that missing girl.”Slyde answered professionally.
“Oh for shits sake Slyde! How many times do I have to say it before it gets through that thick skull of yours? There is no girl!” MacDonnell bellowed.
“Sir please, we have a witness that claims-”
“That grave digger was almost 70 years old Slyde! He was practically as blind as a bat and as superstitious as your grandmother! He was half convinced that he was seeing ghosts that night!” MacDonnell cut Slyde off before he could argue.
“But sir-” Slyde tried to protest.
“No Slyde, no buts!” MacDonnell continued. “We have no missing persons reports so hence we have no missing persons end of story!”
Slyde then felt a twinge of anger burn through his being at his superior’s blatant disregard.
“No sir, we have no reports, but we do have a corpse and a murder investigation on our hands, and I am obligated to follow any and all leads that may point to the culprit.” He stated.
There was a brief silence from the other end of the line before chief MacDonnell began to speak again, this time his tone low and foreboding.
“Slyde, I order you as your superior and as your chief to relinquish custody of the suspect and erase any and all documentation of you holding him for questioning.” MacDonnell demanded.
“Sir that is tampering with evidence!” Slyde argued.
“I said that’s an order Slyde, and unless you want to give up your badge you will do as I say with no questions asked.” MacDonnell replied firmly. Slyde was quiet for a moment as he bit back his frustration.
“Very well, understood.” He then said before he smashed the phone back down on its holster.
Slyde then leaned over his desk absolutely seething at this point. In truth he had been expecting this. He knew that MacDonnell was on Asgore’s as well as just about every other criminal organizations pay roll, but he had been hoping that he would get a lucky break and get something out of the skeleton before MacDonnell caught on to him. It looked like luck just wasn’t on his side however.
After a moment Slyde then pushed himself back upwards, fixing his angry appearance and easing back into his professional façade. He walked with his head held high back toward the interrogation room, ignoring the whispers and knowing sniggers coming from his colleagues.
When he opened the door to the room he was greeted by the lazy shit eating grin of Sans, who was leaning over the table looking at him expectantly. Slyde paused and instinctively tightened his grip on the door knob as another swell of anger overtook him for a moment. The smugness radiating off of the skeleton was palpable.
“Heya pal, finished with your phone call already? Should we continue where we left off? You know when you were about to beat me silly and all?” Sans taunted, already knowing that he was off the hook. Slyde smothered his annoyance as he then made his way forward.
“No as it stands this is all the time that I can afford to waste on you for today.” Slyde replied, signaling over to the other officer to undue Sans cuffs. The other officer paused confused for a moment before moving over to release Sans from his binds.
Sans stretched and rolled out his shoulders, obviously playing up the motions, though he kept his damaged hand close to his person cradling it next to his ribs.
“Awe gee, well that’s a shame, just when things were starting to get interesting.” Sans then continued to chirp as he made his way toward the exit. “Oh well, I suppose well just have to try it again another time eh Johnny boy?”
Slyde stiffened at Sans’ continuous taunts and then closed the door swiftly before Sans could exit the room. Sans paused and tilted his head slightly in confusion as his pinpricks shifted between the now closed door and Slyde standing in front of it.
“Yes it really is a shame Sans.” Slyde then spoke. “But even though I have been ordered to let you leave it wasn’t addressed as to what condition I let you leave in.”
Before Sans could try to backpedal or get in a snarky protest, Slyde whirled around and uppercut sans right in the ribs. Sans immediately doubled over the wind knocked out of him as he wheezed while struggling to remain on his feet. He supposed that’s what he got for pushing his luck and being a smart mouth.
Slyde then smiled seemingly content before stepping out of the way and opening the door for Sans.
“Till next time.” He said and Sans managed a nod as he forced himself to straighten up.
“Thanks pal. ‘Preciate it.” He mumbled as he stumbled forward out the door.
When he made it outside to the streets he spotted one of the Pansy’s cars a little ways down the street with Undyne leaning against the side door. Sans smirked to her as he hobbled over.
“Hey can I catch a lift?” He asked her.
Undyne let her good eye fall over Sans roughed up appearance before she sent him over a toothy grin.
“Hop in you look like shit.” She said.
Sans chuckled as he made his way over to the back seat.
“Not riding shotgun?” Undyne questioned and Sans shook his head.
“Nah, if it’s alright with you pal I could use a little bit of a laydown.” He replied. Undyne let out a sharp laugh.
“Suit yourself bonehead.” She said before opening the driver’s side door and getting herself settled.
Sans then struggled up in to the car before flopping himself over the entirety of the backseat. He sighed contently when he was finally able to rest his aching bones. His ribs were killing him, his broken hand was throbbing painfully, and his scuffed up skull was already pounding.
“So I take it by all those nice shiny new bruises that you ran that mouth of yours off until they clocked you?” Undyne then asked eyeing sans from the rear view. Sans shrugged as a large but tired smirk stretched across his face.
“Heh, Well wouldn’t it just be disappointing if I didn’t?” He replied smartly. Undyne snickered at that.
“I guess that’s true.” She agreed, before heading back toward Grillby’s.