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Sans’s phone buzzed, waking him up from his nap. He fished it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. Frisk’s face smiled back at him.
He sat up. Frisk was supposed to be at school… he hoped this wasn’t an emergency, like when Frisk made a kid cry by pretending to scratch her face off and didn’t want Toriel to know. Apparently they’d been doing some kind of play-pretend game about feral cats…?
Sans shook himself out of his thoughts and accepted the call. “heyo,” he said.
“Sans I have a joke for you.” Sans could hear other kids playing in the background. Probably recess time, then.
“ok, hit me.” Sans leaned back into the sofa, satisfied that this wasn’t a “please come talk to the principal and pretend to be my third dad” situation.
“Ok, so, a frog goes to the bank.”
“the riverbank?”
They giggled. “No! The bank bank. He goes in and sees someone at the desk, and she has a name tag that says Patricia Wack.”
“really?”
“Don’t say it’s wack, that’s not the joke!”
“oops, ok. go on.”
“So the frog goes up to her and says that his name is Kermit Jagger, and his father is named Mick Jagger, and he wants to borrow a hundred thousand dollars. And the worker is like, that’s a LOT of money, so you have to give us your most valuable possession. And then if you steal the money, we’ll keep it forever.”
“makes sense so far.”
Frisk paused. “Do banks really do that?”
“dunno, never bothered with ‘em. i keep my money in socks.”
“What???”
“and stockings. ya gotta diversify, kid.”
“Ok, well,” Frisk giggled. “He pulls something out of his pocket, and it’s a tiny little porcelain pig that’s white and has little gold hooves. And he says, that’s my most valuable possession.”
“dang,” said Sans, knowing better than to interrupt Frisk right before the punchline.
“So she looks at it. And she says…” Frisk stifled another giggle. “What the fuck is this?”
Sans burst out laughing. Frisk’s first f-word… he was the world’s proudest third dad. “ok, ya got me,” he chuckled.
“Sans, that’s not even the punchline!”
“oh,” he said. “your delivery got me.”
“Actually, I forgot the punchline,” said Frisk. “But my teacher told it to me and she was laughing a lot. She didn’t say the f-word part, though.”
“the f-word really adds some spice, i think,” said Sans. “i’m honored that you would swear around me, frisk. papyrus is gonna be so jealous.”
“Don’t tell him the joke!” Frisk said sternly. “I’m gonna tell him later. Also I gotta go.”
“sounds good,” said Sans. “see ya later, frisko.”
“Haha, bye, Sans-o.” The line clicked.
“SANS, WHAT ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT?”
“im always smiling, bro.”
“YOUR CURRENT SMILE IS MORE MISCHIEVOUS THAN NORMAL!!!”
“you’ll find out why next time you see frisk.”