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 As you slowly step into the bar, you can’t help but look around. It’s a regular bar, though small and absolutely packed with people. It’s almost like a can of sardines. To the actual bar itself, a fire monster is manning the entire thing. He, you assume it’s a he but you know not to always guess, is pouring alcohol in a cup. He’s moving in a fluid motion though, flying the glass in the air and pouring the golden liquid in the air, when he finally caught the glass all the liquid spilt is gracefully settled inside the cup. He even swishes it for good measure as he then hands it to the cat monster. 

 You look away from them and register that due to the overflow of monsters and occasional humans no table is open for you to sit at. Honestly, some tables even had extra chairs sat at them for extra people. You nearly winced, but decided to confidently strut inside anyways. 

 You were a man, and a man with a criminal record. So you knew to stay clean from the places you’d usually deal at, and a monster bar was the perfect spot. You’ve never stolen from monsters before, you’d been far away from the mountain they’d erupted from for them to not have trickled down to your area. Obviously, many monsters had moved to other countries, however most did not like the long transport. I mean, due to their entrapment you’d assume that such long distances were a bit too nauseating for a country, or I guess species, of people to really start moving to immediately. 

 You hummed as your gaze glazed over the bar, and finally you found seating. A large, burly man had grabbed his date’s arm and confidently left the bar. You tipped your hat at the two, who didn’t see you. You didn’t mind, you just hoped that their love flourished. Love should always conquer, even if it logistically can’t always do that.

 Besides that, you swiftly stole the seat leading to the end of the bar counter before anyone could take it from you. You then set your boater on the slick counter and ran your hand through your hair, feeling the strands against your fingers. You nearly grimaced at how they tugged on your scalp, you’d have to try to brush it out again when you got home.

 The fire monster, you heard a monster or two call him ‘Grilbs’, stepped over to you and tilted his head down. You put your hat on, a sign of respect on your part, and smiled. “Can a man get a corpse reviver?” The monster seemed to smile, though you could only tell from the way the face-like ball of flames you considered a face seemed to open and tilt the opening into a grin. It was a scary sight, but not one you minded. Fire was always a nice touch.

 The man nodded, and in a flash produced; a bottle of gin, two other bottles you didn’t care to identify, and a small jar of lemon juice. After mixing up the concoction you were sure would save your day, he also produced a bottle of something you couldn’t identify and added just a dash of it. After that show, one you gladly watched and analyzed, he pulled out a big jar of lemon and lime slices. They were paired with ice water, so you knew they were fresh. The man then gently jammed the wedge into the side of your martini glass and carefully slided it to you. You didn’t catch it, but after a second you did grab the thin glass that helped connect it to the base. You held it up, just below your chin, and then you took a small sip. You smiled as you were flooded with the disgusting taste of the sour alcohol. God, that hit the spot. You knew you’d be drunk in no time.

 Eventually, you looked up at the bartender and pulled your wallet out, “How much you need for it?” You asked casually and the employee pulled out three fingers. You grinned, and pulled out three wrinkly dollars and handed it to him. He seemed pleased with the amount, and soon left for another customer. God bless fucking america, you loved it here. Well, you actually hated it here, but you loved the alcohol.

 Taking a sip of the sour drink, you glazed over the bar once more. You spotted a small stage, and a bathroom in the far corner, far from said stage. If you had to guess, it was purely for more rich customers. You know this because when you had gone through the door, the bar was at your left, with a hallway to the kitchen next to it. And the stage was in your far right, small and unassuming, and tables covered the unused space. And, the less populated tables were near the bathrooms, with the tables being set much nicer than the others. You hummed noncommittally as you took longer sips of your drink. If the business was setting up for the rich this soon then they must already know some of them, or they themselves are rich and this is a side business. Either way, it was a perfect place to get a shit ton of cash from but if you were caught.. Well, you wouldn’t be found. 

 You eyed the other customers to see if your suspicions were correct, and found that the monsters you could see, as they were closer to you, were just regular civilians. Obviously. Still, it bothered you. None of them seemed all that rich, they wore classy clothes and cheap yet still ‘fancy’ jewelry but nothing screamed true flaunting. You narrowed your eyes at that, you were a shit thief, yea, but you’re not dumb. This isn't gonna work out. So, you either run to another town again, or you settle down and find a job before it’s too late and you go bankrupt-

 A firm finger tapped your shoulder, and you jolted as you turned to see a skeletal face. Eyeing his figure, something you did as non suspiciously as you could, you found that he was well dressed with a large figure. He was smiling down at you with a singular gold tooth nestled in the smile. It was almost hidden due to the fact that it was on the right side, tucked close to the end of the mouth. You lowered your drink. 

 “Can I help ya, sir?” You asked with a sleezy grin, the skeleton straightened his back- FUCK HE’S LARGE- and smiled at you. He pointed at the seat next to you, fingers overflowing with gold jewelry. He then opened his mouth, “Seat free?”

 You hold in your grin, knowing he was rich as fuck, and nodded. “Yea, not expecting anyone at least. Why?” You said, soon taking another sip. Drats, you’d have to buy another glass soon. So much for eyeing the crowd. 

 “Nothin’ much, just didn’t wanna step on toes, ya know?” He said, and you had to hold in a deep blush at his voice. It was manly, something that was already stupidly hot to you that you had to hide, but it was also heavily coated in a boston accent. Those paired with how deep it was made it hard to not wanna kiss him. You nearly scolded yourself, no man is supposed to wanna kiss a man! That’s reserved for women! You can’t even be a man right, fucking hell.

 Restoring your cool, and thanking the fucking lord for your fast thoughts, you chuckled at him. “Yea, I wouldn’t want ya steppin’ on mine either. Little guys can’t handle a crush.” You grinned at your honestly probably mean joke and sipped at your glass, reaching the end of the liquor. Fuck. The man, you hope to catch his name soon, just chuckled. “Well, ain’t you a jokster? If I did stomp they really would have seen jester days huh?” He sat down at the stool next to you, and his wide, almost muscular, figure made your size pale in comparison. It was almost emasculating. 

 You paused to get the joke, and then let out a cacophony of snickers and snorts, “Oh god- you pun? Damn, not even my dad could make a joke that shitty. But hey, I’ve never been much of a punster so what do I know?” You grinned and turned to the fire monster, casually waving at him as to alert him of you wanting a new drink. He came by swiftly enough and you repeated what you had done the first time, though this time you had an audience with you. 

 When you got your drink, you took a sip and handed the man three more dollars. You winked at him, “Thanks for doin’ business.” You said merrily, the bartender just nodded and went to what you assumed to be regulars. Though, he did seem to stare at the skeleton monster. Guess they did know VIPs, though you didn’t know how to confirm the information with the man next to you.

 You decided to keep it casual, sipping on your drink and looking over at him. He was staring at you with a knowing gaze, and you almost stopped drinking and choked. You ignored it, and after your drawn out sip you gave the man a sideways smile. “I don’t look that girly, do I?” You asked, soon pulling out a pack of smokes you’ve never used for yourself. You just like handing ladies a cig, they seem to appreciate it. 

 The skeleton chuckled casually and finally looked away, pulling out a box and opening it to reveal cigars. You hummed. He pulled one and tucked the now closed box away into his pocket. He eyed the fat stick of tobacco and then looked over at you. “Got a light?”

 You nodded and fished out a petrol lighter, replacing it's spot with your pack of cigarettes. You flicked it open and smiled as you saw the flame flicker into life. You then moved it closer to the cigar now tucked between his sharp jaws and watched as he leaned down to let the fire lick at the cigar and light it. You pulled your silver lighter away and flicked the ‘cap’ down so it wouldn’t cause a fire. You remember accidentally setting a bar on fire by not doing that, you didn’t want a repeat of the situation. 

 The skeleton blew red smoke your way and you coughed in shock, but the wisps of blood red kept trying to invade your lungs. Eventually, they flew away and you finished your coughing fit. You sipped your corpse reviver to regain some usage of your lungs. The man beside you just chuckled, how many times does one fucking chuckle, at you. And honestly, you had to admit that the laugh alone caused heat to drift to your pants, but you remained calm and kept your composure. You busied yourself with stuffing your lighter next to your cigs.

 You didn’t want to know what would happen to a man like you if anyone figured out your… Preferences in gender.

 You decided to look at him with a raised brow and playful pout, “Whatcha have to do that for?” You asked. You smiled and held out your hand, “If you’re gonna get up in personal why not tell me your name?” The skeleton blinked, but used his hand not holding his cigar to clasp onto your flesh one. 

 “Sans, Sans the skeleton. And what’s your name?”

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 You firmly shook his hand as you told him your name, and you knew that his would be forever ingrained in your brain. You wanted to remember him forever. It’s not every day you see a fine man like him, and you’re starting to hope he likes you back. That’s blasphemous though, there’s no way another man has the same.. Issues you do, and even if he does there’s no way he’s got it aimed towards you. You really kid yourself too hard.

 “Huh..” He said your name aloud, as if trying it out. He smiled. It was like he was extremely satisfied to have said it, that thought made your heart swoon. “Well, ain’t cha classy. Anyways,” He let his hand leave yours, much to your displeasure. “You gotta job?” He asked, “I’m just sayin’ I haven’t seen ya around and, well, I haven’t caught wind of any new hires here. Not from a human like you.”

 You felt your smile twitch townwards, right. This wasn’t a large city by any means, bustling with life? Yes. But it was quite small compared to places like New York. This is troubling to you, considering your kleptomaniac tendencies. Seems you’ll need to be as sneaky as you can. 

 “I moved in recently, got a bit saved up from my last job. I’m job huntin’, don’t worry. I’m no bum.” You winked at him, finding his pleased expression both dreadful and extremely attractive. The man just nodded and looked over at Grillby, waving him down. You quirk a brow up, but watch as he mumbled something to the bartender. You eyed the silent conversation they had and held in a wince, They seemed like good friends, and with a powerful man like that knowing at least an employee.. It’d be suicide to steal here. Or from him. You’d have to start walking through the streets then. Maybe you can find some kid to steal from, or an old man with too many valuables. 

 Soon, Sans sat up and winked at the bartender. The bartender just pulled out a large glass and paired it with a bottle of hard whisky. Hm, not your first choice but it always does look good. You prefer vodka if you wanted anything straight, but you had to admire him for getting something manly. I guess vodka is also manly, but whiskey always seemed country manly, if it made sense.

 The bartender slid the cup to Sans, and Sans caught it swiftly. You took a sip of your corpse reviver, the man really seemed brag worthy. You needed to find what made him shameful, because no man seems this good and truly is. You just hope he’s not dangerous. 

 Sans took a sip of his drink, and you couldn’t help but eye the liquid going down his throat. His throat didn’t make the drinking movements a human’s would, and when you eyed the rest of his body nothing spilt out. You concluded that it fizzled into magic, but most likely only went to his head. You’d heard before that a collection of magic in a monster's head produces the same effects that alcohol does in a human’s body. You smiled. How interesting, you’d have to watch him more.

 Only because of science, of course!

 Sans looked down at you, and your cheeks flushed just a little when you realized you’d been staring at him for a few seconds. You looked away and, thankful that the rim of your drink was placed at your mouth, you sipped on your beverage. Sans hummed, but stayed silent. You hoped he thought you were admiring his, admittedly, very professional outfit. He had a dark red button up under a black vest. There was also a tie, and it went under the vest as well. Looking at the vest, sneakily of course, you noticed that it had a pocket with something gold gleaming through the darkness of said pocket. You had to hold the urge to take it. You’re a sensible man.

 Sans finished his glass - already? - and landed it on the wood counter. You just quietly drank your glass. Sans peered over at you, and you felt a sense of heat attempt to spill into your face. You swiftly looked away and silently patted your cheeks. You couldn’t stand how… how glaringly fast your gayness appared. It was debilitating! Yes, at night there were theaters and clubs that were aimed for gay men, but that didn’t mean you wanted to associate with them. You admired them, but you needed a job and being a thief is enough to cause you troubles. Paired with being gay? Your life would be over.

 You sipped your glass for courage and looked over at Sans. Sans’s expression held curiosity and… You felt dread pool into your stomach. He held the same expression a business man ready to take advantage of a poor soul. Shit. You knew you were fucked, why’d you decide to talk to a man of class. His black fedora was tilted downwards and draped a shadow over his face, it made the scene look even scarier. 

 “Hey.” He said suddenly, looking at you with a playful smile. You decided to play along. It usually helped. You smiled at him, “Heya?” He snickered at your reaction and hummed, “Just wanted to ask you somethin’, alright?”

 You nodded and sat up, downing your glass and settling it on the counter gently. “Shoot.” Sans seemed to have a slightly bothered expression twitch onto his face before it relaxed. “Na na man, I mean like- in an alley. You know?” If you had your glass, you would have spat your drink out in shock.

 “I-In an alley? Well, ain’t you aware of how spooky those things are? I could get mugged for all I know! Well-” You coughed, “Not from you, you seem to have enough money. But I mean like, you know what I mean?” You winced a little, your shock reduced all the charisma you tried to keep up and that shit could cost you. You needed to stay calm and docile and, most importantly, a tad playful.

 Sans chuckled, “Na na, no one’s gonna mug you. Not with me around, got it? I’ll even hold your hand if you want.” He smirked, and you allowed your cheeks to be flooded with blood. You huffed, keeping a nervous smile, “Man, you kid too much.” You mumbled, looking at him with an anxious glint in your eye. He tilted his head, “Oh?” You nodded and shook your head, “That’ll look like- gay and stuff, you know? And I don’t think you got that vest from bein’ gay.”

 Sans looked a little disheartened, but shrugged, “Well, how’d you come to that conclusion.” You raised a brow at him before shrugging and deciding to state the obvious, “We’re in america. Sure, gays are being treated better now but they still lose jobs and shit. And even if they were managing a good job while being out publicly, no tailor really wants to associate with em else business will run out. Doesn’t matter if you morally like em, business is business and you can’t lose it. You know?”

 Sans hummed, and leaned down. His face was close to yours, but you had space. He hummed, “What’s your opinion on em, on them gays?” You tensed and stared at him, sweating bullets. You didn’t know how to respond. So, you gently hit his arm with your elbow. “Now don’t go askin’ that shit in public, ‘specially to a stranger. They’ll either rock your shit for talking about people they hate or they’ll rock your shit for nearly outin’ them. S’ just plain respect, kay?”

 Sans seemed shocked for a moment, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god, that probably saved your skin. And reputation. You still needed work. Sans just eyed you, and shrugged. He leaned away from you and smoked his cigar. You almost forgot about it, it sat so naturally in his left hand’s fingers that it seemed almost like just another finger. You hummed.

 “Anyways, y-yea. Let’s just go man.” You mumbled as you got up from the metal stool. You looked over at Sans, and he just got up too. He towered over you, and heat pooled into your stomach replacing the dread that was once there. You just nodded at him and let him walk in front of you. You followed him and he lead you to a nearby alley. It was clean, and you noticed a big trash bin further down, with a door and some steps near it. You hummed, so it led to the most-likely-kitchen of the bar. Interesting. You looked over at Sans. “What’d you wanna talk about?”

 The man hummed and put his cigar to his mouth, breathing in the tobacco and then releasing it from his teeth, breathing red smoke to the side, into the alley. You gulped. “...I got a business proposal for ya, I know what you are. And I know that no respectable employer here would hire a thief.” 

 You gasped and stared at him, tipping your boater down as to not reveal your worry. It didn’t conceal shit. Sans just chuckled. “Naw, don’t get shy now. Though, I guess thieves like you always are…” You hissed in worry. “..Y-You a cop?” You asked softly, watching as his expression changed to one of shock.

 “ That’s your first thought?? ” He asked in shock, and you winced. “...Y-Yea? You not a cop?” He scoffed and set a hand to your shoulder, you looked at him and he blew blood red smoke at you again. You coughed at it and closed your eyes. Soon, though, your left arm was grabbed and you were dragged deeper into the alley. You were just happy that it was clean.

 Sans gently held to you a wall and you gulped, almost hissing at the rough brick attacking your back. You started at Sans. The skeleton just sighed and grabbed the rim of your hat, then tilted it up to see your face. You gulped. “Sorry for the scare, but I’m not with the law. But um, first. Are you fully Italian?” You paused, staring at him. “I’m.. Sorry?”

 “Are you Italian? And I don’t mean your gramps was Italian and the rest Irish or some shit. I mean, are both your parent’s fully Italian?” He stared at you, and you were confused. “..A-Are you Italian?”

 Sans chuckled at your dumb remark, and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “M’ a monster, and monsters were mainly from Italy before they got trapped. All monsters got enough Italian in em to be Italian. Now what about you?” He mumbled, and such a rumbling deep voice quieting for you cause heat to flood your face. He briefly had a small amount of shock and acknowledgement in his face but it was swiftly stifled with small smugness and patience. You looked away.

 “P-Pops was Italian. Um. That good? H-He was full Italian. Had both parents.” Sans hummed for a second, grabbing a strand of hair and twirling it around his finger in a way that clung to the crevices of his bones but soon slipped his hand away. You gulped, but Sans just smiled, “Good enough for me. How does the mafia sound?”

 You gaped at him, shocked. “You want me to join the fucking mafia!?”

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 Sans just let out a quiet laugh at your question. He sighed, and cupped your face in his hands. You refused to admit how comforting the warmth of his hands were. You looked up at him and tilted your head, waiting to see what he would tell you. Sans smiled, and after a moment of staring at you spoke, “Listen. If you join you’d prolly be let in right away. You’re talkin’ to someone real important Sweetheart, someone who can get you to a real good business. All you’d need to do is send a lil somethin’ somewhere, and maybe help around a casino or two.” 

 You settled your worried expression into a frown, sighing. “I-I can’t get into this kinda shit, I need to keep a clean record. I-I appreciate you letting a stranger into this but I-I just can’t man. I got too much on the line.” Sans blinked and hummed, a skeletal thumb rubbing your cheek. You felt said area heat up and you swore that he almost seemed smug at the reaction. God, this is… Well, you are probably fucked over. You just hoped that everything would end up okay. 

 “You got a family?” He asked, quieter. You just looked away and then looked over at him. You didn’t know what to say. “...I-I um. Well, not really-” His eyes suddenly gained gleeful glint in them and you did not like it, “But I still got other shit to worry about.” He paused and looked your face over. He hummed. “Well, glad you’re not a dirty little liar. But, whatcha gotta worry about? You already have a record, and while not large it still will send any employer into a little pickle. You’re walkin’ trouble with it. And the mafia gives ya leeway into other gigs. You don’t gotta do crime all day every day.”

 You gulped, “If I get caught I’ll be fucked over too deep. You’re convincing, real convincing. But at least with a few thefts to my name I’ll get maybe a crappy job. No one wants someone who got caught dealin’ with yall to be at their workplace. I’d be doomed.” Sans seemed to nearly.. Scowl at it? You didn’t know what it meant. But you weren’t keen on finding out. Sans used his right hand, the same hand which had the thumb stroke your cheek, to venture closer to your ear and find it’s way to your zygoma. You felt your breath hitch as his left arm slowly snaked it’s way to the side of your neck. You stared at him. 

 He smiled, “cmon, you think you can go knowing who I work for?” He leaned closer, face leaving you little room, “Cmon Sweetheart, we both know how important knowledge is. And just you knowing who I am.. I can’t let you tattle. Now, you don’t want me to worry about you bein’ a little tattle tale right? Well, good way to avoid that is to just work under me. S’ just that simple. You can’t refuse that, right?” He smirked at you. You felt your legs nearly buckle at how fucking hot a man threatening you is. You raised your arm and coughed in your hand, relaxing yourself.

 “O-On second thought I ain’t got that much to lose.” You muttered. You saw his face brighten and he soon left your bubble, hands in tow. You sighed in relief at that, before looking up at him. “So uh- boss? What do you need me to do?” Sans huffed a laugh and fiddled with his sleeve. “You don’t know all that much about us do ya? Other than shitty ass rumors..” You tilted your head but kept listening.

 “We gotta getcha initiated. Unless you don’t wanna work under me but ah.. You know what? Just know that I’ll talk to Don about it and well.. You’ll get initiated anyways. Kay?” He smiled at you, and you felt a sense of dread but, well, you’re stuck doing this anyways. Might as well see through it. “Kay. Um. Where… Where do we go for the uh- initiation? Do I like.. Do I sign a contract?” Sans let out a burst of laughter at that.

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 You stepped onto the streets of the city and sighed, you’d have to find your way home. And, considering Sans had taken you to a random building in about the… You’d have to guess the south west side of the city. You hummed, your apartment was around the north sorta west part of the place. So, it wasn’t all that bad for you. You swiftly walked around and kept note of the streets as well as any sign that you were still at the right side of your city. 

 Eventually, by pure luck you assume, you managed to get into your apartment building. It was a rectangle of a building, wow, and it had red bricks that seemed like they were nearing their last breaths in a few years. You smiled half heartedly. It sucked, but hey. It’s your place. 

 You stepped inside and made your way to the stairs, climbing up them until you reached the third floor. You strolled to the back left side of the room and dug out your keys. You inserted it into your lock and opened the door, smiling at the cramped space. 

 You didn’t have too much, so it was less cramped than the supposed traditional apartment, but you didn’t care. To your left were your cheap counters and oven. Above that was the white vent hood. You know it was painted by the landlord because of how splotchy the texture is. You love the thing anyways.

 Nearest to you, was the fridge. It was a fridge, and you didn’t care about it.

You looked over at your dining table, and smiled as the thing tucked between the counters and the wall was fine. It was a glass table, standing on one leg that was in the middle of it but at the bottom had ‘feet’ sticking out of it. You walked to it and touched the cool glass, then you peered at your red carpet. You nodded, satisfied that it wasn’t a mess or something. You decide to look at your living room next, where one couch was settled at the far left, touching the wall. You admired the dark green furniture before looking at your coffee table and the carpet below it. You hummed, there were a few bits of trash on them. You’d clean them tomorrow, you gotta get money first.

 You then patted the cut off wall that had led you from the kitchen to the living room, and followed it to the hallway where it cut off. Thankfully, there was a dark wooden door that opened up to reveal a room! A bedroom specifically! Your bed was in the middle of the wall space, it had a frame and mattress but nothing much else other than blanket and pillow. Sad, but you survived that way. You also had a bedside table paired with a wood chair. Overall you loved your home. Even though it kinda sorta sucked. It was yours, and you’d love it like a baby… You actually didn’t like babies, they scared you.

 You sighed and flopped onto your bed, cuddling into it and smiling. This was nice, and even though it was cold as balls in your room you found yourself drifting off to sleep comfortably. 

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 Sans sighed as he walked home, he had to hold in the heat that wanted to traverse to his face. It was hard, but he manages well. He looked around casually, searching for his brother, Papyrus. He was the heir to the throne so to speak, real stickler. Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster were brothers. However, since they all wanted in on Gaster’s business plans they had to work in a way for it to be possible. At least in the hierarchy Gaster wanted. So, while Gaster was don and Papyrus was the heir, Sans was left as an underboss. It was tricky, he can’t lie. He’d had to be sneaky when speaking about his family when it came to answering questions. So whenever he’d fuck up and reveal that he had personal connection with Gaster, he’d just say that he was old friends with the guy and just so happened to see him again when he joined.

 After a few minutes of tiresome walking, he found him. Papyrus was leaning on an alley wall, just deep enough for most people to not notice him. Sans swiftly made his way over to said alley way and grinned at the taller, said taller glared at him. He chuckled. “Hey bro, sorry for callin’ ya out of the blues .” He smiled, watching as Papyrus took a second to finally get the joke. He huffed, “If you’re here just to make musical jokes then you got another thing comin’!” He exclaimed, stomping his foot on the ground, “Now is not the time for tomfoolery! You are not a five year old!”

 Sans raised his hands, “I kid, I kid. I’m not here to express my comedic prowess. Actually I, uh, initiated a new guy.” He gave Papyrus a lopsided smile, “Without tellin’ no one. He meets the requirements! Just um…. See I had just met him-” Papyrus gasped in shock, “SANS!” He said, in a way that most would describe as furious, but Sans would describe as terrified. “You can’t just do that, especially not without notifying anyone! Who is it!? I’ll make sure they don’t tattle!” 

 Sans blushed a little and sighed, “Remember that uh. Thief I was talkin’ to you two about? The guy who I saw at the train station while I was gettin’ back home? He uh, he seemed nice but still a lil’ rotten?” Papyrus paused his worry to stare at Sans. “..Yes. I do remember that brother. You didn’t initiate him, did you?” He asked, knowing the answer. Sans just sighed, “I really wouldn’t have initiated em’, buuut… He’s a lil’ cute-”

 “YOU CAN’T INITIATE YOUR CRUSH JUST BECAUSE.” Papyrus screeched, holding a worried, frustrated, and aggravated expression. It was kinda funny. He breathed in, looking away from his brother. “Yeaaaa. Sorry?” He said with a casual shrug, Papyrus’s too-expensive suit seemed almost to wrinkle in worry right when Papyrus’s worry sat in. Like, really sat in. Sans was a little sorry for him, but come on. The guy was cute, and he just wanted to see him more often. Plus, he always thought that seein’ cute guys try to carry stuff was.. Well, kinda hot. Papyrus didn’t seem to agree.

 “Sans. What on this beautiful green earth were you thinking?” He asked, exasperated. Sans chuckled, “...That they were cute…?” He then looked away, “And I didn’t wanna spend all the time it usually takes to get him to give me his number and a way to contact him for ‘just a hangout’. You know?” Papyrus looked stunned. “You invited a stranger into our family because YOU WERE TOO LAZY TO SWOON THEM??” 

 Sans sighed, “They were charming..”

“They’re a thief!”

 Sans pouted, “Yea, they stole my heart.”

 “SANS I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN WE GET HOME I’M GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS.”

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 You strolled the street and hummed, it was warm today so you just wore a casual short sleeve shirt with suspenders connected to your black pants. They had the bottoms cut off just high enough for your high worn socks could be seen to the world. You also had your classic boater hat on and a grin plastered onto your face. You were the pinnacle of.. Not fashion, but you didn’t care. You looked like every other joe, and guess what? Considering you’re in the fucking mafia, that’s pretty damn good for you. 

 Soon, you reached a ‘gin joint’. Basically, a pub. A pub full of alcohol. Legal alcohol, stuff you particularly like to be near because of the basically open pockets it attracts. You still needed money, you didn’t know how your payments would work, and you also wanted to feel the thrill again. 

 So, you walked around the area and searched for unsuspecting victims. You found two business men drunk as balls hugging each other as they laugh at an inside joke. You grinned. Easy as pie! You stepped behind them and slithered your hand into their pockets. You then immediately stuffed their wallets into your own pockets and calmly left the two. You hoped you didn’t cause any suspicion. It would be bad if you had.

 Scanning more, you saw a few other possible victims. One was a little girl, following her mother as she sat at a lone table. She was drinking a large glass of cider, it was half gone. You also saw a group of friends bantering with one another about a supposed hot guy at their work. You didn’t want either, because one made you sad and the other made you lonely. You decided to look at your third option, a tall skeletal man in a dark suit. He had a fedora atop his head, and a mean glint in his eye that was nearly touched by the shadow of the hat. You didn’t want to bother him. You stumbled around the crowded space only to have your shoulder tapped twice. You looked behind you and- oh, to the side of you was the skeleton monster. He was staring at you with an expression you didn’t understand.

 “Hello. I am Papyrus.” He seemed to hiss, you swear red mist emitted from his mouth. You gulped, before telling him your name. He smiled, “I recognize you from somewhere, why don’t you have a seat.” He pointed at the opposite side of the booth and you decided to comply. No need to start a fuss.

 You sat there, and winced at how the back of the booth seemed to stick to your skin. You wished it wasn’t so hot out today. Papyrus chuckled. “Hot, isn’t it?” He asked with a smug and cocky tone, you raised a brow. “...Yes, it is.”

 He hummed, “Mhm. So, you’ve met Sans?” He asked cooly, watching as you pause. You glanced up at him and nodded, sweating for reasons other than the overwhelming heat. Papyrus grins, “Thoughts?”

 You stare at him for a second and sweat more, hoping and praying that you could figure out what he wants soon. You don’t, so you keep it slightly honest. Though admitted your very homosexual feelings, “H-He’s um. Nice, why..?” You ask, eyeing him oddly. Papyrus smiled more warmly, and it was welcome. 

 “I just wanted to see how his new ‘friend’ felt about him. He seemed very pleased to have talked to you.” He said with an odd glint in his eye. You didn’t know what to say, “..Y-Yes, same.. Here?”

 Papyrus put his elbows on the table and leaned closer to you, watching your expression. You felt watched in a way that was very, very threatening. “So..” Papyrus started, “Feelings on the boy bars?” He stared you down like you had a right and wrong answer, and you had no idea which answer was what.

 You decided to stay in the middle, “I-It’s.. O-Okay? Um- D-Do you have a personal qualm with it? B-Because I can assure you i’ve never been to one, never.” Papyrus seemed to be fine with the answer, snickering like you had said something particularly amusing. Fuck, you hope he didn’t have dirt on you.

“. . . Is that all you wanted or…?”

 “More or less, I just wanted to see who my brother’s ‘friend’ is. You’re alright, in my book. Hope you’re ready for Gaster, he’d probably interrogate you.” He then slithered out of his seat, standing at his full - Jesus christ he was taller than Sans - height. He smiled down at  you with a knowing look, and you soon realized that he had no food or drink at the table, he was waiting for you, and you alone. And… 

 Holy fuck, that scared you shitless. Were you being stalked? Did they know your home address, did they know about your family? Well, who they were (Boy do you love funerals… So jolly..)

 You shook it off and watched as the tall monster stepped through the crowd and eventually sifted through one of the two doors of the building. You got out of your seat and decided to just look for more people to steal from. You didn’t want to think about.. Was he a cop? If  he was his brother then.. Oh shit, is the mafia in control of the cops? It’d explain how they can run so seemingly openly… You didn’t want to think about it negatively, it just gives you more room for stealing money you need. 

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 Papyrus casually stepped around town, his long legs taking him to his destination faster. He needed to reach home, but with the crowd of people walking everywhere it was going to be difficult to go without suspicion. I mean, when you’re in the mafia you’re going to be nervous about your home address a lot. As well as your family and money, and the damn government. Papyrus would have to talk to Gaster about paying certain people off later, it’d help them if alcohol got less strict, it’d be easier to transport the drinks. 

 He wondered about that human, the thief. He didn’t mind them that much, they could be an okay match with his brother personality wise, but he found them sketchy. They’d stolen, very mercilessly he might add. Good for the mafia? Perhaps, if his hands really are slippery it can help with taking things they need, but they can be taken from too if the guy gets too ballsy. That was Papyrus’s main worry, if the guy got confident.

 The human was nervous, almost as if he was a novice in stealing, and he was very skeptical. The moment Papyrus mentions boy bars, he seemed stunned, like he was worried about the wrong answer. Of course, there was one. But it also included body language. And, luckily, the guy was nervous enough to deny being in a bar like that. Course, Papyrus knew he wasn’t known to frequent there so he knew that the man was worried about being outed. Problem is, does he like women? Would a little lady distract him from Sans? Papyrus would never admit it, but he’d always wanted his brother to quit the crime and maybe settle down. Properly settle down. He knew it was the best option, the only reason he didn’t heavily push Sans to do it was so that he could find his own lover as well as.. Well, make sure he didn’t drive him away.

 He only wanted what was best, and the thief was the only candidate, so he’d take it. Though, they could use work on that posture and acting. They suck very bad.

 Papyrus perked up as he realized that he had gotten to the street next to his apartment, perhaps he should look into things to relax himself. He had been buried in his own paperwork and odd jobs. He knew he had to actually get a real job beside the mafia, just to lower suspicion. But it was hard, because getting allies is really fucking difficult for a new mafia, it’d take years for the flow of paper to die down into a trickle of it. 

 He decided to clear his mind with the comforting smell of cigar smoke and alcohol, it was practically a staple of the area. People really like their drugs and drinks, Papyrus could smell a little cocaine too. Though, only from the richer house, a place he knew was riddled with either another new mafia, or a up in coming brothel. Both could fuck the Font family up, he’d keep an eye on them.

 Walking on the cracked and uneven pavement, Papyrus calmly stepped towards the apartment building his home resides in. He opened the door with his key and stepped over to the stairs, making the relaxing trip to the hopefully still clean apartment.

 Stepping towards the dark green door, he unlocked it and peered inside. Thankfully, the mess wasn’t too bad, just the dining room table being covered in paper. He made his way into the home and locked the door behind him before looking around. Seemed to be freshly cleaned, Gaster must be very stressed to do that. Either that or Sans wanted to turn a new leaf for his one day husband. Papyrus hoped to be the best man, but he wouldn’t force Gaster to turn the offer down if he was asked to be it. Gaster worked too hard for too little, he deserved at least to be best man at his brother’s wedding. Though, he wondered how he could make sure two men could marry without the law being suspicious. Qualms about gay people were so insufferable!

 Sans groaned from the bedroom all three brothers shared, and Papyrus stepped closer to see what was happening. Sans had made himself comfortable on his side of the room (it was unnervingly dirty in Papyrus’s opinion, but he’d relaxed the itch to clean by being in the room less and less over the years), Sans was sat on his bed with a box in front of him. He was reading something then writing something else down on a different piece of paper. Interesting. 

 But, Papyrus had plans not relating to paper (Not now, anyways). 

 He sat himself on Sans’s bed, scaring the shit out of the older yet smaller brother. He sighed and looked at Papyrus, eyebags forming under his sockets. Papyrus would have to give his brother make up to fix it.

 “Bro..?” He mumbled, frowning at being interrupted. 

 “Brother! I have met your crush.” Papyrus stated bluntly, hands on his hips. Sans blinked but decided to be more aware for the conversation, waking up more. “...Did you like him? Too little or too much like?”

 “He’s rough around the edges, but it’s fine. However, he’s obviously.. How do you say… Prissy? No no, but sorta secluded. Nervous. I think we should find more about him, along with other things..” Sans paused and raised a brow, “‘Find more about him’, like… How?” Papyrus grinned, “You’d call it stalking, but I see it as observing and learning.”

 “Paps you’ve never been this creepy, what the fuck?” Sans said, eyelights growing smaller as his ‘brows’ scrunched into a worried expression. “Well, I was also going to say we should take him but if you aren’t ready to take that step with him it’s fine-”

“YOU WANT ME TO KIDNAP THE MAN?” Sans shouted, appalled by the mere idea. Papyrus huffed, of course he’d never understand! But surely it’s just like in the romance books, but with two men. “See, Sans, it’s closer proximity for longer. It’s brilliant.”

 Sans sighed, “Papyrus he’d hate me.”

 Papyrus huffed, “Well you should hate him! Honestly if he wasn’t your only crush I’d tell you to throw him out of your mind. But alas…” Sans was shocked, he couldn’t wait to tell Gaster this shit. Papyrus would be in a ‘get this done’ faze for weeks, maybe months or years (Dear god not years), and Gaster needed know incase of any fuck ups.

 How did his brother end up like this!?!?

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 You groaned loudly as you sat up from your heavily uncomfortable bed, stretching and hearing your bones pop. Ah, what a good day! 

 You hummed as you stumbled out of your personal cage of bedding, ignoring the heat of your room. You felt unbearably hot, but it was nothing your sleepy head could think about. Your priority was taking a nice cold shower, if only you could afford a warm one.

 Stumbling out of your bedroom, you stared at the door on the other side of the wall and eventually encouraged yourself to shuffle inside. Once in, you tore your clothes off your body and promptly flopped into the bath, looking for the nozzle with the blue sticker plastered onto it. Once found, you clumsily pulled it the right way and nearly screamed out when a torrent of ice water snipped at your skin, it felt like you were being stabbed via tiny icicles. However, you still had a shower to take. So, begrudgingly you snatched the ivory soap from its case in the indent of your tub and roughly rubbed your skin with it, not really wishing to stay in the chill much longer.

 Finally, you were able to wash off the soap and spill out of the tub, awake yet so sleepy all the same. You grabbed your ragged towel and dried off the best you can before going to the rest of your regular routine. 

 And, after that wretched morning, you casually strolled out of your apartment. You hummed the tune you heard on the radio coming from someone’s apartment as you left the building. It was a boiling day where the sun decided not to just kiss the earth, but in fact decided to fuck it all the way to hell. Which was absolutely wonderful for you, with your dark red pullover sweater and breeches. What a wonderful time to be alive!

 You sighed as you decided to peer at a few buildings around the area, mostly homes and shops. With how many stores were open, and how many people flocked to agriculture, you could only assume that the stores may be low on staff! Maybe even a factory! Though, you couldn’t assume that they’d hire you, not with your record. You tried to keep clean, but there’s only so much you could do while you spent most of your time steal-

 You bumped into an older man and gasped, stepping back and looking up at his glassy eyes, “Oh I am so sorry sir! I was just in my thoughts, are you okay?” You asked, hand out in case of any need for assistance, the balding man just chuckled and tipped his top hat to you, “Oh no worries,” His gravely yet gentle voice spoke, almost as if he were your grandfather, “I was just in a bit of a rush. You have a good day now!” He said, happily stepping away and escaping the conversation. You smiled warmly as you pressed the thick wallet deep into your pocket. What rich leather!

 Shaking your head, you strolled through the warm city and eventually stumbled upon a stone factory, with the name on its sign scratched but still readable. Dorf? You’d heard that their company was going through the roof in sales, you wouldn’t mind working inside the store. 

 Grinning, you confidently strolled to the dirty but lightly cleaned factory. You gently opened its creaking metal door and stepped inside, smiling at the bunny woman closest to you. She paid no mind to you, until you carefully stepped closer. 

 Upon such closer inspection, you found that the gal had oil stains from whatever machinery work she was doing on the assembly line. Her fur had grayed from its seemingly vibrant pale blue to an almost white, through smudged with black, blue. Her gentle red eyes slowly turned to look at you, with her almost mechanical frown churning itself into an unnatural smile as she turned to stare at you, “Why, hello.” She said, and you couldn’t help but remember Sans’s words as he told you that monsters were mainly from italy. You dug that memory deep down and charmingly grinned at her, showing her your pearly whites. She chuckled, her maw opening to show that her mouth had not been given mercy by the oil. Or maybe another substance entirely.

 “My my, what teeth! What is a pearl doing here?” She smiled, “I assume you’re here for work?” You nodded, feeling a chuckle escape your throat. She was quite jolly for a factory worker! “Yeah, just job huntin’! If you can, put a good word in for me!” You said, giggling to yourself quietly. She just shook her head, her previously laid flat ears turning up in her joy. Soon enough though, she huffed and smoothed them back down, “Aww, now that ain’t professional of me attal! You better find a new, younger reference!” She said, winking as she smoothed out her charcoal black skirt, it was seemingly gray before the stains. The bunny just hummed, looking up at you, “Say, what about you go to the boss and tell that old mrs. Grundy just how good I am about gettin you folks inta here!”

 You snickered, “Well, who am I to not do what a sweet ole’ dame asks? Where is that boss anyways?” The bunny pointed a stained finger to a metallic door in the far back of the factory, “Right on there, Bimbo! Now go on, beat it!” She said with a grin, and you had to nervously chuckle as you left, confused as to what she meant by calling you a bimbo. You didn’t think you looked all that, but maybe she just thought you were keen? Aw, who knows. You just hope that her comments didn’t get too awkward, if you even got the job.

 Knocking on the door, you soon heard a gruff voice tell you to go inside. Doing so, you stumbled into an oddly cold room with nothing but a rickety desk and a rickety-er chair which was being sat on by a turtle. The turtle had olive, wrinkly, skin and a grouchy frown. He also seemed to almost slouch into his desk, holding a disappointed look in his eye.

 You coughed into your hand and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “Hello?” You asked softly, watching as the man sat up. His back let out a thousand crackles as his spine seemingly was released from it’s stone prison of stillness. The man’s hat had been pulled over his eye as he was looking at paperwork, but he had set the pith helmet right on his head and stared up at you. His eye stared you down for a mere moment before a jack toothed grin plastered on his face, “Well, I’ll be! What’s got a spiffy young man comin’ here?” You hummed and put your hands on your hips, “Well, I’ve been told to speak of a sheba lurin’ me in, but I can’t say that cash ain’t the biggest motivator!” You grinned, and the man just chuckled, standing up so you could see his plaid cream colored polo shirt, as well as his dark brown khaki pants. He looked prim and proper.

 His short legs slowly stumbled towards you and you found yourself looking down at the elder. The man paid it no mind as he motioned for you to lean down, and when you did he put a wrinkly and scaled hand on your right shoulder, “Atta boy, you look like you got some good life on ya! Now, I got some questions for ya, wa ha ha!” He gently tugged you closer to his desk and left you in front of it, himself climbing on the chair in front of you. He smoothed his wrinkled shirt out and sifted through his drawers, eventually pulling out pristine papers as well as snapping at the tiny thin rimmed glasses atop the desk. Putting his glasses on he gently set one of the papers on the desk and shuffled the rest away. He closed the metal sounding drawer and coughed into his hand.

 “Alright, I’m gonna try to make this easy so you don’t get too balled up.” He muttered before starting the interview process, of just asking you a few questions. You answered almost all of them honestly, and he seemed to get a gleam in his eye when he heard your name. At the end of your interview, he stood and shuffled through a different drawer, pulling out a paper and looking it over, taking a pencil and writing down on spaces he needed to. Eventually, he pushed the paper to you and let you look at it, it was a schedule for you. It basically told you which spot you would normally stand at while you work and the hours you’d be expected to work. Nine to five? Well, you could work with that! You’d just have to make sure to keep in mind where the building is, nothing too hard! 

 You smiled at the old turtle, watching his toothy grin widen. “You gotta deal!” You exclaimed, soon asking for your own pencil so you could sign the papers. The man then held out his hand, firmly gripping yours, “Name’s Gerson! Welcome to Dorf!” He said, soon ushering you out so he could make your arrival more official. 

 You let out small giggles at that, and as you left you made sure to wave at the now full of life bunny who excitedly waved back. Such a sweet woman!

 You strolled around the city, taking in the somewhat cooled air as you looked at the people surrounding you. Many wore cheap coats and held the smell of perfume-covered liquor. What a wonderful day today was! You practically skipped to the bar, sitting in the spot where you met Sans and merrily ordering your Corpse Reviver. 

 The man seemed to oddly welcome you, as if you knew him for a long time. But you paid it no mind, too happy about the fact that you got a job! So easily too!

 Soon enough, though, you saw Sans stumble into the joint. He seemed almost nervous, his sharp teeth curved into just the barest grin. But, then you noticed that he saw you and his smile widened almost comically. You held in a laugh as you sipped your drink, watching as he plopped his larger body next to you. The scene felt oddly familiar, with you sitting to his left and him to your right. And, you noticed for the first time that he brought the smell of roasted meat, almost smoked. The burnt smell almost made your mouth water, but you remained calm and stared at your twitchy hands, then his face, “Hello?” You said quietly, watching as his eyelights seemed to grow ever so slightly.

 “Aw, hey sweetheart. It’s nice to see you again.” He said, his deep voice almost reverberating within your bones. You held in the flush to your cheeks as you nodded, “N-Nice to.. See you too?” You mumbled, raising a brow at him. The man just hummed, “Hey, sweetheart? How about we leave ere’ and meet up in that alley?” He asked, leaning closer to you. Face to face with him, you couldn’t help but have blood try to rush to your cheeks. However, most of it was blocked from exiting you. You stared at your drink instead of his alluring, sharp teeth. You chugged the alcohol and almost roughly set it down. Wincing, you waited for Grillby and smiled nervously as you handed him the money you owed. He seemed to not clock in your worry as he took the money and went to a new customer. Fun, you guessed that it was only for the best.

 Turning to Sans, you saw that he was almost hungrily looking at you. His eyes seemed brighter, larger, and his teeth were spread far across his face. He would look terrifying, if the look didn’t wash heat all over you. You coughed into your hand and grinned at him, nervous, “Let’s.. Let’s scram.” You mumbled, standing just as he did. You felt mortified as your face met his burly chest, and the smokey scent wafting on him made you feel no less flustered. He put a firm hand to your back and silently led you outside the gin mill. You stared at the concrete sidewalk to avoid his gaze as he slowly dragged you into the alley he offered the job to you in. 

 Once inside deep enough, he gently turned you to face him. His teeth seemed to glimmer in the lack of light, particularly the gold tooth nestled in his maw. You felt blood rush to your face looking at it, and you were particularly grateful for the shade at the moment.

 He put a gentle hand to your cheek, just like before, and he leaned closer. His hat touched your boater. You gulped and looked away, ignoring the comforting circles his thumb drew on your cheekbone. He let out a deep and quiet chuckle, “I gotta job for you.” He whispered, putting his other hand to your side. You looked over at him, his eyes intently watching yours. You let your hands smooth out your pullover sweater, and then they dug themselves into your breeches' pockets. Sans’s hand moved from your side to your back, dragging you closer.

 “What’s the job?” You ask almost silently, trying so hard not to have your blushing face be observed. This had to be a trick of some sort, a trap to out you as  gay so he can further handle any possible grievances you’d have with the work he wants you to do. It has to be. No man can truly love you like this, can truly pull you in so close, almost as if for a kiss, for truthful love.

 Sans chuckled, “It’s simple, Sweetheart. No need to act like you’re on the lam. You just have to bring in a little product and give it to a friend of mine.” You couldn’t help but frown at the statement, “Who’s your friend?” Sans chuckled, “Nothin’ too important, just an old pal named Doctor Alphys! She just needs a few ingredients for a project of hers. Nothin’ too bad, yea?”

 You grimaced, “...I guess so..? What’s the stuff?”

 Sans smirked, “You don’t need to know.”

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Okay! So uh-

 Heya! It's been.. 3 months... :'3

 Sorry yall! Uh- Life happened!!! I got a job (Yippe!!!) am on medz now (Not so yippe :() and uhhhh... Have attempted to not die I guess! 

 Anyways I maybe kinda sorta need help. Woops?

 So ummm... Idfk what to do rn??? Like... I know what I should do buuuuuuut... I mean finding out what a pretty underground organization of crime did in the 1920s is ROUGH and also maybe yall wanna see more of the sillay little guys? If so then likkkkkkeeeeee.... Oh I dunnooooooooo..

 Gib ideas?

 Anyways byeeee yall I'll write when I finally get my refil of meds LMAO :D