Stolen Heart (Pt. 2)

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Hey reader-chan!!! This was a highly suggested chapie. Part two of a Stolen Heart!!! Suggested by Sayit64Shea_k2CutieKitty315, mayentheshipper, and XGeno_SansX. Wow so many of you guys really wanted me to make this. Like I wasn't expecting so many of you guys to enjoy that chapie. So here ya go :3

Now I've said this before, but lets just expect that from now on all of my chapies will be very long. I also wanted to make this special because so many of you requested this. But don't get your hopes up because I wasn't planning on making a part 2, so I just winged it to make you guys happy. I will do my best for you guys!!! Enjoy :3

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Sans' POV

A year has past since I saw the waitress, I never actually got her name. But that doesn't mean I haven't seen her. For the past year, all over the world there have been many different stories of thievery, murder, and many other stories from the news caused by a shadowy figure who wields a blood stained knife. Every murder they would talk about involved a deep cut through the throat and a stab wound where the heart would be located and every picture showed a fully cloaked figure that you could never see a face as the figure held their blood stained knife.

And I have a pretty good idea on who it was.

Life went on for me and all of my friends here in our organization. But I always kept a hold on to the little cinnamon scented red ribbon no matter where I went. I don't understand what that waitress did to me, but she was always in my mind now. She was just such an interesting character. She was brave for starters, fearful of nothing, not even of me. Tough, stealthy, cunning, devious, truly the traits of a criminal. But her beautiful appearance made her seem innocent and with her childlike attitude, it really masked out her criminal side. Even so, she was quite the impressive criminal, even my friends have heard about her on the news.

I shook my head, removing those thought. I have a job to do.

It was about 9:30 pm by the time I entered a very fancy looking mansion, adjusting my deep sea blue fedora as I blend in through the crowed. Christina Lovell, a famous singer, was throwing a a party to celebrate her birthday, well that's what Alphys told me. I'm here to steal her black and white diamond encrusted chess set worth at least $600,000 dollars (This actually exist in the world. Look it up its awesome!!!). I wonder how people obtain things like a diamond encrusted chess set. On that note, why would someone make a diamond encrusted chess set in the first place? Seems like a waste of diamonds if you ask me. People are just so weird sometimes.

I walked around and chatted with a few people, making sure I didn't arouse any suspicion, looking around and examining the place while I'm at it. God this place was way to crowded and the mansion was huge, how the hell did Al expect me to find this chess set with such a crowed that I can barely get through? I searched around until I noticed there wasn't much people near the food table. When I arrived at the table a random man came up to me.

"Some party, huh?" The man said.

"Sure is. Very crowded I must say." I responded casually.

"I would not have expected anything less from Christina. Always inviting so many people to any of her events."

I was about answer when from my peripheral vision I swear I saw a familiar figure walk away from the crowd, a small red ribbon on their head. I excused myself from the conversation to see if the figure I saw was who I think it was. I turned around and accidentally bumped into someone and for a split second I smelt cinnamon. The person in front of me stumbled backwards and I quickly caught them, wrapping my boney arms around the person's waist, making the person wrap their arms around my neck and grip on to me tightly. The person opened their eyes revealing a pair of very familiar hazel brown eyes as they suddenly brought out a blood stained knife.

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