Mafia in the Underworld? {Mafiatale Undertale FanFic} (Sans x OC)

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I woke up and got ready. I slipped on my heels and suspenders. I found a hair brush, brushing out my long brown hair, looking at my dull hazel eyes. I haven't seen them truly happy in years. I slipped my PK and knife in their rightful holsters, walking into the kitchen and getting a slice of the pie again, saving it for a time I'll need it.

Toriel gave me a sad smile.
"It were anyone else, I'd ask them to stay, but I know you're very strong. Goodbye, Lil," she says.
"Goodbye, Mom," I said. Her eyes widen before softening, kissing my forehead before guiding me out of the RUINS.

I sighed.
"Well if I was going to be thrown into different weather after being thrown down a damn hole by Dad's business enemies, I wouldn't have worn my usual getup," I said loudly, looking up at the room, that looked like an actually winter sky. I looked back to the path, walking on the snow, stepping over a stick and walking. The stick broke. Out of instinct, I took out my PK, aiming it to where the stick was. Nothing was there. I looked around, sighing and holstering it. "Okay Lil, no enemies from the surface are with you. They aren't stupid enough to try," I said aloud, walking to a bridge with a weird gate over it. It wouldn't stop anyone.
"H U M A N. Is that how you greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand," a deep, New Yorker voice said behind me. I sighed, turning out. It was a.. tallish silhouette, holding his hand out. I grabbed it.
Pppppppppfffffttttttt.
The hand... farted? I raised an eyebrow.
"A whoopee cushion, never gets old," I said. The man pulled his hood off. A chub- ahem... sorry... big-boned skeleton was grinning at me.
"The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. Never gets old. Heya, I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton," he said.
"Lil... Lil the human I guess," I said. He chuckled.
"You don't look like most humans that fall down. Most are kids, but you seem grown up," he said. My eye twitched.
"I'm 20," I said.
"Wow your small, smaller than me," he said. I squeezed his hand harder. I don't think it actually hurt him though.
"I can easily make you shorter," I threatened.
"Wanna show me?" He asked. He may think I was talking about kicking him in the balls... but he's a skeleton, he's got none. I lifted my leg, acting like I'd kick him in the soft spot, but tripped his leg out from under him. He fell back into the snow, laughing. My lips twitched, tugging to smile, but I smirked.
"Told ya," I said. He got up.
"I thought you'd kick me in the balls," he said.
"Dude, you're a skeleton.. anyway. I've gotta get going. Dad's going to kill me if he finds out I didn't kick those sonuvabitches out of town," I said, walking. Sans followed.
"Who's asses?" He asked.
"Some puny gang on the surface. You guys probably don't have it. I'll cut the long story short. I'm a Mafia boss's daughter. Their best killer. Though, I only kill people that threaten my town and my family. Well, I only have my dad, but the others are like family. But, instead of kicking those punk's asses, I got thrown down here instead," I explained. Sans nodded.
"So you're a bad ass," he said. I nodded and smirked.
"Bad ass hitman. Most Mafia groups have been wiped out by the 21st century, which is now, but mine is still standing strong. I mean, I get everything I want, money, a nice family, recognition in my city. To put it short. I'm a bitch, but a kick ass bitch who can easily get her way, force or not," I said. Sans grinned.
"I think my brother will like you," he said.
"You're brother is a submissive?" I joked. Sans seemed to die of laughter, rolling in the snow.
"Oh good god!" He exclaimed, laughing hard. I saw another skeleton come into view, very tall and wearing some type of weird Halloween costume.
"SANS!! OH MY GOD, IS THAT A HUMAN??" The skeleton asked. Sans got up, still shaking from quiet laughter. I leaned over to his.. ear hole.
"Defiantly a loud, bratty submissive," I whispered. He started howling with laughter. I couldn't help but start laughing too.
"WHAT DID THE HUMAN SAY, SANS?!" He asked.
"Oh nothing sweetheart, you're too innocent," I said, giving a sly smirk and a wink. The skeletons face turned orange.
"Whoo, man... I'm crying from that," Sans said, wiping tears from his eye sockets.
"I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE HUMAN SAID!" He said.
"Sweetheart, drop it. You wouldn't understand it, again, you're innocent. Now, I'll be on my merry way to kick a few asses," I said, starting to walk.
"HALT HUMAN!" He said. I stopped, giving a deadly look and raising my eyebrow.
"Pap, big mistake," Sans whispered to him.
"Did you just tell me to halt? Me? Oh you should be glad I'm saving these bullets. I doubt there is 9mm ammo here, so I can't waste any on you," I said, crossing my arms. The skeleton looked confused.
"BULLETS?"
"Yes, bullets. The little pointy things that go into a gun that shoots them out and usually kills people," I said.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN?" I sighed.
"I don't have time to explain. Hey, Sans. I need a place to stay, do you mind?"
"Nope."
"Good."

We made it to Sans, and Papyrus (I learned his name when Sans was telling him to stop talking before I blew a fuse), house. It was small, couldn't even say it was two floors.

The kitchen had the tallest sink I've ever seen. I looked at it in shock.
"UNDER THE SINK IS WHERE I KEEP MY BONES!" Papyrus said, pointing at the door. I opened it, a small dog was chewing a bone. Only one bone was left. Its eyes widened, Papyrus yelling to catch it as it ran out of the house.

I just shook my head, plopping on the couch, pulling out my PK and knife.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE? YOU DONT HAVE DUST ON YOU," Papyrus said.
"I kill threatening humans. I'm a hitman," I said.
"HITMAN?" He asked. I sighed.
"I'm in an organization. They're like my family. My dad is Big Boss. The organization is a Mafia. Though, you can't find most Mafia groups like you did a long time ago, but we're still there. A hitman is a person that follows orders of Big Boss. A.K.A my dad. He tells me who's a threat and I kill them. I don't hurt innocents," I explained.
"OH," Papyrus said, thinking. He actually thinks.
"So, why isn't there blood on you?" Sans asked.
"Unlike dust of monsters, blood can be washed off," I said. Sans nodded.
"And what are gangs?" He asked.
"Gangs are usually a small, but can be big, group of bad guys. They usually are poor, kill for money. Unlike my family. We already kinda have money. They kill for anything. We only kill them. We keep the streets clear, which the police should be doing so I can get a day off," I said.
"WHAT ARE POLICE?" Papyrus asked.
"They're the good guys, they arrest bad guys. Anyone that murders, drinks and drives, drink under legal limit, steal, fight while drunk. Those things will get you arrested. Now, there's a lot more than that, but I won't go into detail. Anyway, they arrest, serve judgment as they either get a written record of what they've done. Either go to jail or prison for an amount of time or they die," I say.
"That's harsh," Sans says, chuckling.
"Well, police are a lot nicer, usually. Some business going up there of different colored people getting killed by police just by being that color. But they are nicer. You mess with my family in the slightest, you'll see me putting a bullet in your head," I said, popping the bullet in the chamber, putting it back into the magazine.
"IS THAT A GUN?" Papyrus asked. I nod.
"PK-111. Shoots 9mm, these tiny guys. They do a helluva lot of damage up close, say about from me to you if you shot me with my own gun, depending on where you shoot, I'd be dead," I said.
"DEAD? I THOUGHT SOULS OF HUMANS WERE STRONG," Papyrus said.
"They are. They can survive a shot to the head, but our body actually can't. If I got shot, right here in my forehead, my brains would be too destroyed to work. So, even if my soul was back in my body, my body couldn't heal," I said.
"SO THE BRAIN IS A VERY IMPORTANT BODY PART, WOWIE!!! IT'S LIKE SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN!!" Papyrus told Sans, who chuckled.
"Yeah, your brain is the part when it tells you to heal," I nod. Papyrus seemed interested in everything I was saying, like a child being taught a cool hobby.
"Alright Papy, go to bed, I'll read a story to you in a second," Sans said.
"GOODNIGHT HUMAM," Papyrus said. "Night Paps," I said. Papyrus goes to his room as Sans looks down at me.
"Don't get him too interested into this. It would leave him bonely when you leave," Sans said.
"If I leave. I've heard that no one has came back. Sans... how many human souls is there, at the castle?" I asked quietly.
"6, you're the 7th human. Let's hope you don't die by the time you get there," he said, going up to Papyrus's room, closing the door behind him. I stook off my holsters, setting the on the coffee table in front of me, taking off my heels and letting my suspenders drop off my shoulders. I stretched my arms up and heard the pops in my back.

I laid down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
"Will you be gone, when I'm home Dad? I know your sickness is untreatable, but I swear to god, if you die on me, I'll kill you," I said quietly, rolling onto my side and staring at the black screen of the TV. I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep.