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Chapter 4 - He Can Speak

It had been a few days.

Sans had nightmares. It explained why the skeleton had been afraid of sleeping, they didn't seem to do him any good. They had woken him up, startling Smile Dog each night. It started to get annoying after the third time in the same night, so the dog had resorted to licking away at the skeletons face to calm him down. A bit degrading for the dog, but hey, it worked. Sans had calmed down into a soft slumber after.

Smile Dog had come to the conclusion, at the end of the second day, that he actually kind of wanted to stay. Sure, the nightmares would be annoying, and the lack of natural light had been a little upsetting, but... it wasn't so bad. Sans fed Smile Dog, and even ordered food through delivery services and paid through the mail slot or online so he wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Smile Dog didn't even have to try to dodge someone trying to pet him, Sans didn't attempt it. Not to mention having a T.V to watch was nice, even though Sans would retreat into another room the moment he turned it on.

This guy was definitely dealing with some stuff, that was for sure. Smile Dog didn't really know how or when until the police had come.

Honestly, he would admit he's grown to be a bit defensive from the police. After all, he had spent quite a bit running from the police, they were always his biggest threat. When someone had knocked at the door for the first time in his stay, Smile Dog trailed behind Sans, looking curiously at the door.

"Hey Undyne," Sans had said when he opened the door.

But when Smile Dog looked around the door to see the Police, he couldn't help but go back to his instincts.

The police and his old "owner" had history. And when Police entered a scene of a crime, they tended to look at the man covered in blood instead of the dog. Thus, Smile Dog would always go to protect the other.

He was quick, twisting himself in front of Sans' legs and growling at the police. The red haired fish monster in uniform took a step back in surprise, getting into a defensive stand. His back arched as he barked out.

"Sans, what the -"

"No, no, it's okay!" Sans quickly said, sticking his hands out towards Undyne. "It's fine Undyne, I got a dog! He's not dangerous!"

"Well, get your dog under control!" Undyne said.

Smile Dog closed his snout, scooting away with a glare. His dog? Was that all he was? Just some mangy mutt with no sense of being? There were dog monsters, so why did she treat him like this? Was this how she treated them as well?

The two allowed for the woman to step in, her uniform clinking with her movements. Her yellow eyes gave the dog a glare, and he returned it with the same intensity. Sans stepped through their gazes to close the door, asking Undyne if she was hungry at all.

"No, I'm good..."

The fish monster looked around, red hair flopping against her face with the jerky movements of her head. That did bring up the question Smile Dog had to ask. Would she flop like a fish if she died? He had sharp enough teeth, one good grip of the neck and she wouldn't be flopping for long.

"Did you go see that therapist?" Undyne asked him, "Papyrus asked me to ask you."

"Yeah, I got back a few hours ago."

The lie was blatant, the dog looking over with the question lingering in the back of his throat. No he didn't. The need for a therapist made sense, but why would Sans lie about it? Was he going to get arrested by this girl if he didn't see one?

"Doesn't look like it," She muttered, "You know Papyrus is really worried about you. You haven't come out to anything with us. Not that you have to hang out with us if you don't want to, but... this isn't healthy. I feel bad."