Ace in a Hole (Undertale x Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 19

Sharks didn't roam in the midday, not as much as one would have expected. During the entire volleyball game and their subsequent lounging afterward, not a single fin had dipped into view over the sea's horizon. Only when the sun set did the sharks begin to fester, roaming about as the group focused more so on their fish-filled meal over anything else in particular.

Alastor was the only one who took note in that little fact, his eyes glazing over the dozen or so shark fins roaming the surface of the water under the sunset. Sans wasn't surprised the man found them interesting; Alastor always seemed to take pride in the predators of the wild, like the gators just down from Sans' house or the vultures that once swept by.

They took their time getting ready, Alastor tucking in his shirt like a madman while Sans roamed around the inside of his skull with a towel to get the residue liquid out. Beaches really were a skeleton's land of inconvenience. Water that could fill their skulls like a bowl, sand to fester in between joints and irritate the magic if left unchecked.

Sans let himself be ushered outside by Alastor, who took time to fold up a towel and grab a few drinks from the fridge to accompany them during their little trip. No one else seemed to be up yet; no doubt Papyrus was lingering in his room to cuddle with his husband. Sans had noticed that during the brief period the three of them had lived together. Grillby liked to have a bit of a slow start, so Papyrus had taken to lying in bed with him and talking about random things until Grillby was feeling active enough to get out of bed and start the day.

Sans wondered if he and Alastor would do this a lot once they moved in together. If Alastor would shake the grump of Sans awake and lead him somewhere for sightseeing—let Sans lean against him and sip on a carbonated beverage Alastor found quite awful as they watched nature idle on by.

He imagined they would, at least, in the beginning. Alastor would no doubt sweep Sans away for a full tour of hell, wanting to show his favorite little skeleton all there was for hell to offer him. Sans gets that. He enjoyed walking around with Alastor and displaying how his little town had changed, how it had stayed the same. And Sans really did want to bring Alastor Underground one day, to show where captive monsters had lived their day-to-day lives.

"Quite some interesting friends you have, Sans," Alastor suddenly said, drawing Sans' attention toward him.

"Hm?"

"Your friends and brother sure do have... personalities." Alastor clipped his tone and turned back to the ocean. "Very interesting personalities indeed."

Sans narrowed his eye sockets. "I'm hoping yer not about to convince me to drop Tori as a friend."

"Me? Why, I would never, Comic Sans!" Alastor drew out, flopping his weight onto Sans by leaning against the skeleton. Sans quickly pushed forward, trying to tempt fate and force Alastor to plop onto the sand, but unfortunately, Alastor's reflexes were demanding, and the demon became vertical again in a split second. He gave a quick smile. "Except maybe just a tad bit."

"Answers no, bambie."

"But Cheshire, think about it!" Alastor taunted, his voice demanding of his friend's attention. "I've been so well-behaved compared to her. Not a single person suspects me—"

"Except Frisk."

"Because of my own actions or behavior. Papyrus seems quite thrilled to meet me, and we all had a pleasant heart-to-heart last night."

Sans narrowed his gaze at him. "I've had heart-to-hearts with you before—that sure as hell wasn't one. Your heart-to-hearts include blood or creeks or sharks out front, shit like that."

Alastor plucked at the curve of Sans' nose, letting his finger trail up to poke in between his eye sockets. Seeming satisfied with Sans' face scrunching up, he leaned over and let his head fall onto Sans' lap while the rest of his body stretched out. Horizontal.