*Disclaimer*
I know this is cringy, shut up about it.
Let's do this...
Frisk is female, get the fuck over it. Also 11 years old. Sans is fucking 18 because fuck you, that's why.
No Soriel because...well you read the fucking title.
"Hey Shade, I heard the monsters have just been released from the underground!" Jaz said, smiling at her roommate. "Yea, that's cool." Shade replied, not looking up from the same newspaper she had been reading for the past three months.
Jaz was taking a stroll through the town when she heard someone calling her name. "Jaz! Jaz!" She looked across the street to see her cousin, Frisk with a short skeleton behind her.
She pulled the long lock of straight brown hair out of her face and walked across the street.
"Hey, hold up Frisk. Who's this?" Sans asked, his hand on her shoulder.
"She's my cousin, and president of the Sin Squad." The girl in front of him had deep bags under her eyes, straight, long, dull brown hair. Her eyes were green, but had a somewhat dead feel to them.
"Hello, I'm Jaz, but you can call me Sins. That's my YouTube channel name."
She smiled, not revealing her teeth. "Hey, I've heard of you, you're that DeviantArt rant chick that Frisk always watches."
Jaz invited Frisk to that night's Sin Squad meeting, which Frisk was part of. She happily accepted and Toriel asked Sans to tag along with her.
Hooray, a good chapter for once! End me...
