My journey as Sans the skeleton in Twisted Wonderland (Self insert as Sans)

Chapter 9: Meeting a borok and a new problem emerges

After I left Grim at the main street, I immediately head straight to Mr. S's Mystery Shop to buy my stuff as well as exchange my Gs to the local currency which is called, Madol.

(Mr. S's Mystery Shop)

The front door chimed as I opened it. I walked in with a surprise look on my face as I viewed the inside of the shop.

"Is this really a school store? It looks more like a whole mall got stuffed into a tiny space." I thought to myself as I checked everything in here that is upfront.

I could feel various types of magic in here emitting from some artifacts blatantly shown in public. One of them was even a cursed object as a foul taint albeit faint but still could be felt from among them.

"Hello, anyone here? My name is Sans and I want to do some business here." I spoke up as there was no one around here.

"Well, hello to you too, my stray imp. Welcome to Mr. Sam's Mystery Shop. A business, you say? What of it, my dear skeleton? Is it a charm that is dug up from a necromancers' grave or a canopic jar for your preserved organs? Ah, I can see the shock look on your face. Don't be alarm, I won't tell anyone of your true nature... lich." Sam, a lithe young man that is wearing a magenta and purple colour suits with a top hat as well as a black apron and a skeletal vibe as decorations speak up with a cheerful smile but a cautious look darken his magenta eyes.

After hearing the last sentences uttered from his mouth, a serious look appears on my face. "I'm not your typical lich, bokor. I'm more of a magical construct given life with a hybrid nature of skeleton and lich as my model but with skeleton being more dominant and the lich part only to give myself life. I do not seek conflict, bokor, but a business. Have no worry as I will not make contract for your soul. I give Crowley my word to not make any trouble. I promise."

His demeanour softens a bit after hearing my promise. "Very well then. If Crowley have your word, then, you are not here to cause any trouble. As far as my knowledge can tell, the undead keep their promise vehemently compare to their living counterpart. Then, what is your true business?" He queries the reason for the presence of being here.

I smile and tell him everything of the past event and reason for being here.

"I wonder if Grim is having a fine time cleaning the main street." I wonder to myself about Grim current state as I pull out a pouch bag that is full of Gs to exchange for Madol and put it on top of the cashier counter.

(Main street)

"Myaaaaah!" A blue flamethrower is thrown at a ginger head boy as he dodges to the side.

"Whoa!" The ginger head screams in surprise.

"No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire! I'm gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!" Grim screams in irritation.

"Explodey-head?! You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts. You wanna talk hair, huh? I'm gonna shave you like a toy poodle!" He screams in anger and mock back at Grim.

(Mr. S's Mystery Shop)

"Fascinating. An otherworlder here, in my shop. So, that's why I feel a different vibe from you compare to other liches I'd encounter in the past." Sam seems to be fascinated with the notion that I'm not from around here.

"Yes, yes. But um, Mr. Sam. About the phone, you said that you have several right. I want to have one, please. As I feel that having a communication device is very convenient to navigate around here. I don't care about the model, as I can easily modify it to my liking." I implore for a phone as I feel his fascination become a bit too creepy.

"Oh right, a phone. Sorry for that, little skelly. It's not everyday that you'll meet an otherworlder. And call me, Sam. No need for formalities. And here, a phone. It's a bit old but can still keep up with the newer models in the market." He pulls out a battered-up phone with blue phone case.

"Oh, this is perfect, Sam! An old but not too old phone. It looks like a two generations previous model. Is that right, Sam?" I ask for confirmation.

"You're right on that, my smart little skelly. This here is only two old generations model compare to the current one. Anyway, you said that you have a little furry companion. Where is he, by the way?" Sam asks for Grim whereabout.

"Oh, you mean Grim. He's currently doing janitorial work for Crowley in exchange for staying here. I'm sure he is doing fine, right now." I confidently say.

(Hall of Mirrors)

"I don't care how! Just do something! Anything!" Grim begs a blue haired student in helping catching Ace for ditching his punishment.

"Anything?! Anything, huh... All right! Here goes anything! I summon thee... something heavy!" The blue haired boy made a decision in summoning something heavy.

"Bwaaah?! Wha?! A pot?!" The ginger boy screams in pain and surprises after getting crush by a huge and heavy cauldron.

(Mr. S's Mystery Shop)

"That will be 10,000 madol. Do you want to buy the delivery service? It's only 10 madol extra." Sam offers a delivery service after naming the whole price for my stuff.

"Yes, please. I still can't believe that 1 G is equal to 2000 madol. With the amount of Gs in my pocket, I'm already a millionaire. Well, I can believe it as the Gs is made out of pure gold with no impurity in it." I agree and hysterical says to myself about the worth of my Gs.

"You had said it yourself. These Gs are made of pure gold with no impurities making them more valuable in the market. And- Oh, please excuse me. I have a phone call to answer." Sam concurs with my statement until a ringing sound emitting from his phone.

I simply nod at this and wait at the cashier counter as Sam walk back to have a private conservation. I happily humming as I had a great and fantastic day. "This could not get any better." I thought to myself with a smile on my face.

The sound of footstep enters my hearing range and I'm about to ask Sam on his conservation until I see the look on his face.

He gives me a pity look in his eyes and says: "Sans, you need to see Crowley, right now. Your furry friend did something horrendous. You can meet him at the cafeteria. I can give you the direction. I'm sorry about what you about to hear."

"Ah, I was right. This can not get any better." I lamentthought to myself as a huge headache bloom in my head.