I Don't Even Know At This Point

Sans is FUCKED

The constant clicking and clacking of the computer mouse and keyboard would drive a normal man insane the constant click click of the mouse and the clacking of the keyboard. But not Sans. When he wasn't being screamed at or hit or forced to do work he was at his ancient laptop clacking away, sometimes typing up reports for Alphys, or sometimes  writing up little stories of him and his brother ruling the world and his bro actually caring about him and saying I love you and other things that he knew would never happen. He sighed leaning back in his computer chair before carefully scooping up his cat, Blood Cell, and placing her in his lap. 

He smiled slightly petting the white furball before closing his eyes and sighing he then set her into his hood heading downstairs to cook up some food for him and his kitten. He had to move fast and stealthily, he had not yet told his brother of his new pet. He scooped up a pound of ground beef, some onions, a couple spices, some mustard to sip on and some cream. He sniffed the cream before pouring some in a saucer and setting it on the floor before setting the kitten on the floor in front of the saucer. Using a couple cookbooks he made a fenced in area for the kitten to play in so she wouldn't be harmed while she ate.

Meanwhile he had ripped open  the tube of meat and began kneading the meat in with the spices while the onions caramelized in a pan. He planned to make him and his brother some burgers for dinner. Taking a swig of mustard he threw two of his patties into the pan next to the onions scraping a bit of butter into the pan before he pressed down on the burger with a spatula and sighing again. He leaned down to pet his cat smiling cutely as he flipped the burger. Soon both burgers were done and Blood Cell was playing with his untied laces. He chuckled and pulled a shoelace out for her to play with as he turned off the stove, took out two plates and set the burgers on the buns topping both of them with onions and ketchup for Boss and mustard for him. He scooped up the cat and shoe lace, and after cleaning up the books he began to walk back to the stairs when  the door flung open and there stood his Boss.  He gulped and tried to hide the kitten in his coat bet the meows of protest gave it away.  He smiled wearily. "Uh.. heya Boss... I uh.. Made ya dinner!" he knew he was fucked.