Just. Undertale. Smut.

Soriel

Hey guys, I'm SO sorry for this being extremely late. I got caught up doing other things! I'M SO SORRY!!!11!
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It was a late afternoon and sans was taking his late afternoon nap preceding his nightly, morning, and his favorite, midday naps until he heard some loud knocks on the door.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

"SANS! SANS OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR OUR PIZZA DATE WITH THE QUEEN AND THE HUMAN." bellowed Papyrus

oh yeah, he thought,"welp, better get ready" he mumbled groggily to himself. Instead of wearing what he constantly wears: a blue coat, white wife beater, and some black shorts, even through sleep, he decided to look nice today. Sans got out of his wrinkled bed, walked up to his dresser,  opened the drawer, and fished out a pair of jeans that had ruined knees. oooor halfway decent he thought to himself. Papyrus had bought him those jeans earlier this week and by the presence of some homicidal runt, weell, let's just CUT to the chase. Anyway, he donned the jeans then walked up to his closet. he opened the door and saw dirty wife beaters on the floor and two decent tees his brother bought him hanging. Surrounding those shirts were a bunch of hangers left with nothing to hang some were on the floor as well. Sans randomly picked the black one. The black one had the word "Aeropostal" on it in white. He looked at it, shrugged, and put it on. Next were the shoes. Sans noticed how worn his usual pink slippers were and reluctantly took them off in exchange for some tennis shoes Papyrus bought him. He slipped on his socks, tied his shoes, and looked in the mirror. Sans couldn't care less what he wore, so he mumbled "eh, whatever", shrugged, and then, he heard a commotion coming from downstairs. "IIIII'm going to regret this later" he said to himself and opened the door leading to the hallway.

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Sans walked through the hall to hear something he recognized all to well. "Give it back, asshole!" shouted a young bitc-woman. "NOT UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO SPEAK NICELY TO ME, AND LOOK AT YOUR CLOTHES! DO YOU REALLY EXPECT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WITH HIS FLAWLESS LIST OF PARENTAL RULES AND EXPECTATIONS TO LET YOU GO OUT LOOKING LIKE THAT!?" Sans looked at the two of them fighting and saw Chara. Ever since Frisk saved the monsters and Chara from the underground, things have been totally different. Luckily Toriel found the skelebros a house with two conditions: she'll pay half the rent if they pay the other half AND to take care of Chara until she's suitable for society. Even though he hated Chara with a passion, Sans never regretted the deal. Partly because Papyrus always yells at HER now and the fact that Chara gave him a sense of purpose ever since the royal guard disbanded. Anyway, Sans was looking at Chara and thought yeesh, hasn't anyone taught ya modesty kid? Chara was wearing a green translucent shirt with no shoulder so her bra straps were showing. if you looked hard enough, you could see her push-up bra and that bellybutton piercing she got when she snuck out one night. Her jean-shorts were so short that they didn't even get passed her wrists when she stood up. The pockets of the shorts were cut to give that spiked-up look. And finally, she wore black high-heels that were cute on her but still needed to be changed. Sans yawned. "what's goin on down here?" Sans said from upstairs. "This jerk won't give my 3DS back!" cried Chara

"YOU CAN HAVE YOUR POKEMONSTERS BACK WHEN YOU CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES." replied Papyrus calmly.

"But there's this gengar that looks like Sans I wanna kill!"

Sans rolled his eyes.

"SANS, BACK ME UP-" he saw Sans's attire. Papyrus marched upstairs and faced Sans.

"REALLY SANS?"

Sans looked left and right and shrugged "what?"

Papyrus facepalmed and pointed to his kneecaps "THOSE JEANS, ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO ADDRESS THE QUEEN WITH THOSE RIPPED-UP THINGS" he looks back to address Chara as well. "I WANT BOTH OF YOU TO CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES THIS INSTANT!" Chara begrudgingly walked up the stairs with her arms folded. "Whatever man."