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Getting Him Out

Karla was running out of pawns. Comic Sans was lucky. She hated that. The males were always lucky. She needed to think of some way to get him disqualified if she couldn't get him killed. She had pawns yet, she just needed them to keep pushing his buttons until he snapped. She knew just who to ask, too. She knew Sans was the least favored Batchelor of all of them and quite a few of them wanted him gone. A small, unknown bounty on his skull ought to give incentive for everyone in the estate to try and take Sans out, one way, or another.

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Sans felt eyes on him. He wasn't sure why all the other bachelor's were staring, but it made him uneasy. The one good thing was that Zilla also seemed to notice and tried to distract him from it. "Maybe they finally see you as a threat?" Sans snorted. "doubtful. besides, i'm not a threat to them. i just wanna be with my best friend before she goes off to some other town or something." She chuckled. "That's valid. Hey, why don't we go to town? Get away from this place for awhile?"
"what about your dad?" Sans asked as he looked around at the others. "He likes you and trusts you to keep me safe." Zilla assured him. He quirked a brow, but he did know that if anything his father's relationship with the Lord was good. "alright then, might as well. c'mon, i know a shortcut." Sans winked as he led her away and around the bend, disappearing in a flash of cyan magic. The plan had been set in motion, it was only a matter of time for as a few bachelor's left themselves to carry out and get their rewards~.

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Sans and Zilla stopped at shop after shop so she could look around and enjoy herself. Sans didn't mind watching, he never minded watching. Zilla looked stunning in anything she put on. She even insisted he try on a couple suits, to which he politely declined. "suits aren't my thing, frankly, they are uncomfortable." Zilla rolled her eyelights. "You're just too lazy, aren't you~" Sans shrugged and followed as they left the shop. "mmmmmaybe." He replied in amusement. She scoffed and pushed Sans in a playful manner. "Lazybones!" Sans chuckled again. "yep, that's me, mr. lazy bo-" He felt an arm wrap around his arms, a cloth covered his mouth.

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Sans came too after a few hours. He felt grass tickling his face and neck as he laid in the dirt. A cloth of some sort kept him blind. His hands were tidied behind his back and, of course, he was gagged. He could feel someone or something beside him to his right. "You Are Playing By Our Rules Now. We Will Still Deal With The Little Idiot, But If You Want Your Little Girl Back... You Are Going To Have To Pay Extra. We Will Meet In Three Days At The Designated Area, If You Are Late, We Are Selling Her Off, After We Have A Little Fun~" Sans felt his magic spark. As if he was going to let that happen. He was glad to have started his training again, because he was going to have to break some rules now. A bone cut easily through his ropes and did well in pushing his enemies back. Sans scrambled to his feet to face his opponents head on. "... you just made a b i g m i s t a k e . " Sans hissed lowly before summoning Gaster Blasters.