Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)

28• Lost and found

As a immense multiverse, there were a lot of jobs that weren't just the multiverse mail.

One was cooking, there were wise and motherly Sanses making up dishes for other AUs that struggled with food, as well as arranging special dinners.

Another was AU trips, Sanses that were unable to teleport had support from others that could—AU hopping was not a power mostly held.

Next was organizing, most monsters took the job to plan out certain events and arrange times for special ones. Sanses even had the opportunity to help Underlust with its Grillby's—it was a strip club—and act as bodyguards.

Out of those and more, there was the least hard-working job every Sans had gave up to, Classic had no fight back to such a laid-back job. But that didn't mean skeletons won't stop coming back to get their stuff retrieved.

Yes, there was a lost and found box, watched by the original Sans, Classic. Nobody liked watching our someone stealing another's own stuff, so it was him to watch.

"Hey, Sans!" the protector emerged from an ink puddle, grinning. He jumped up to sit on top of the basic Sans stand which was in almost every AU. "I forgot where I put my paintbrush. Despite its size, I don't know where it is!"

"Well then, kid, check it out." Classic lazily put up his hand, blue magic surrounding it as a box appeared floating from behind the stand. "A lot of stuff is in there, by the way."

"That's perfectly fine!" Ink dug into the box, full of random accessories and weapons. He threw most of them out of his way while giggling throughout the moment. "Ooh, Underfell chocolate! Oh my god, is this one of Lust's toys?!"

"Please, just get your brush." Sans spoke up, eye-lights and smile gone in a flash.

"Oh right!" The skeleton grabbed Broomie, nuzzling it with a grin. He put it behind his back and saluted to Classic. "Welp! See you later, Sans!"

"I hope you don't come back for a while."

"Love the enthusiasm!"

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