Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 14 - Old Proxy

Sans woke up incredibly happy.

He was actually in love. Love love. Full on happy couple type of love. He had a cool girlfriend he was going to build a relationship further with. A beautiful daughter. Amazing friends. This was... he was actually happy. Excited.

So he rolled out of bed, in a rather good mood, letting Laughing Jack change Bean out of her pajamas while he threw on his newly washed hoodie. Maybe Sans should go clothing shopping soon. He really needed to. Most of the time he just ordered stuff for everyone else, but his size clothing was rather rare in adult clothing. Much like Laughing Jack.

"Hey uh..." He paused, glancing over. "Mind if I just straight up called you babe from now on? Or Jackie? Which would you prefer?"

Laughing Jack glanced down at Bean, buttoning her shirt as he thought for a moment. "I like both! Do both whenever, my little potato."

"Okay, Babe-alicious Jackie," Sans said.

Laughing Jack giggled at that statement, picking up Bean and patting her back gently as she started to pull at his hair in her tiny little fingers. He lightly moved his body by rocking on and off of his heels, giving little Bean a ride.

"Did ya meet the new guy? I feel bad, kinda went right past him," Sans said, glancing over.

"Yes! I did! He's one the people who worked for Slenderman. So I hate him."

Sans' soul dropped at that statement. It took him a moment to breath, but when he regained his composure he found Laughing Jack leaning down towards him.

"Slenderman? He works for him?" Sans asked.

"He quit. Everyone knows about it." His boyfriend blinked.

Quit? Can CreepyPasta even do that? Sans assumed it was a lifetime sort of deal. You couldn't really just unbecome some things on a whim.

"Can you guys do that?" Sans asked.

Laughing Jack snorted. "No."

"So is he a CreepyPasta or not?"

Laughing Jack tapped a finger to his lips, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. Shit. He looked kind of cute like that. Hips slightly tilted to the side, Bean cradled to his chest, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Soul wise, yes, but in practice no," Laughing Jack said, finally returning his gaze down to Sans, crouching down to hold one of his free hands. "It's silly to think about. Like his soul is still a CreepyPasta but he disowned the name."

"You think everything is silly, babe."

"Well, yeah, everything is funny and silly. And so are you! Yay!" Jack moved to clap, but quickly readjusted to a simple nod when he realized clapping would probably make him drop his child.

Heh.

Sans snorted at that, patting his shoulder before he went to go walk downstairs. His feet lightly tapped down the stairs compared to the loud, pounding footsteps Laughing Jack had despite his bare feet. His claws almost scraped against the floor with each step, as if taunting the likely outcome of a scratch that they all knew was inevitable.

Only a few people were awake by now. Jane, who was an early riser, was standing in the kitchen with her arms folded as she and Jeff debated lightly about the better fruit accompaniment for pancakes. Jeff was proudly defending strawberries as he flipped a pancake on the fireless stovetop. Jane, with a tilted head, was adamant about blueberries.

"That's the thing with them, their juices spread out and flavor more of the pancake. You can't do that with strawberries. And don't even get me started on Zero's ridiculous idea of bananas," Jane said. "If she were awake she'd ask for one. I don't know where she even thought of that but she's firm on the idea."