115

Here Goes Everything

Sans looked at the estate with uncertainty. He was nervous to see her after all this time. He was also nervous on how this was gonna go. All those Skeletons gathered around looked pretty high class. He was way out of his element. But he wasn't going to back down. He refused. There was no backing out as Sans shuffled over in his slippers, other males from his clan and others snickering at him for his informal appearance. He didn't particularly care. He just wanted to talk to Zilla. That was the only reason why he was here. "Look At You, Servant! You Almost Pass As A Man!" Sans ignored the teasing remarks of the others, filling out paperwork for a potental bachelor. "You've gotta be kidding, the little servant becoming a bachelor? What is this world coming to?"
"Let him, it's not like she'd ever get close to him anyway. He's wasting his time." Sans passed his forms to the butler passing by, collecting the forms for the head and his wife to see. A maid behind him passed Sans a number pin. '115'. He clipped it to his hoodie, he was all in now.

115

Lord Noto and his Mistress Karla came out to survey the group of bachelor's. Karla was not impressed. "I would have thought more lords would come, and who is he?" Noto looked at the Skeleton his wife had oh so graceful pointed out. He was easily a lower class citizen that Noto had seen at a few sentry posts. "A Serif sentry, I believe, Comic Sans." He recalled thoughtfully. "No daughter of mine is marrying a peasant. Throw him out, husband!" Noto shook his head firmly. "This is not about you, wife, this is about Zilla. Give him a chance, he may carry more riches for our daughter than any of these lords." That being said, Noto returned inside. "Show our guests to their rooms. All bachelor's are to be treated with respect, understood?" The butler bowed. "Yes sire." Karla in the meantime was seething. Did Noto not care at all for his daughter's well-being? She would only be happy with a rich, powerful lord who could bring her all the happiness she could ever want! She certainly couldn't get that from someone like this Comic Sans... If Noto wasn't going to throw him out, she would make this difficult for him. He would drop out on his own.

115

Sans wasn't used to the cushy life. His father and brother were rich, but neither cared much about material possessions, so their place of living, while nice, was small and normal compared to the estate. Sans room was huge and well decorated. He had his own bathroom and a big walk in closet... he didn't really like it. Sans unpacked his bag of his shorts and t shirts, even a couple turtlenecks. At the bottom was a box that Gaster and Papyrus had put in when Sans wasn't looking. Upon peeking inside, Sans determined that the item was a later date sort of thing. There was a knock on his door as a maid poked in. "Master Comic, I am here to inform you that dinner will be shortly. You and the other bachelor's will be dinning with the head family so wear something nice if you could." Sans nearly laughed at all the formalities and such. 'Master Comic?' What a joke. "ok, thanks buddy, but sans is just fine." The maid merely bowed and exited the room, leaving Sans to his own devices once more. He supposed he could shower before seeing Zilla again.