•Sans takes you to the MTT Resort for desert.
So, what do you want?
•You quickly scan the menu. Nothing really appeals to you. You tell this to Sans.
Heh, that's too bad.
•The waiter comes over.
I'll have a ketchup bottle.
•The waiter leaves.
By the way, I didn't see you eat at Grillby's. And you were staring at other people's food in a hungry way. It's been about three hours, you must be hungry.
•You fidget, remembering the peaceful figure beside the Flowerbed.
You... Look pretty uneasy. But, hey, on the bright side, I made a promise to someone once. And if I hadn't-
•The room gets chiller.
You'd be dead where you stand.
•You tilt your head and contradict Sans, saying that's ridiculous.
Wha-? Why?
•You say you're already dead.
•Sans stares at you, open mouthed.
You...you're joking right? Just kidding?
•You shake your head.
Woah, um. Sorry, pal.
•You say it's fine. That it's nothing personal. But deep down, you know it is.
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionA story for Sans week at Napstabooks. Skeletons are rare in the Underground. Sans and Papyrus know this. To Papyrus, it's life. To Sans, it's a curse. You need to uncover the truth- at a visit to Grillby's.
