A Different Type of Loot (Chara x Sans) MafiaTale

"Introduction"

Small A/N: Im gonna try and add music to help the mood!

     "Heya, We should probably open the loot." Sans calmly spoke.

He knew that this was one of the most important crates he had ever needed to open, even though he wasn't quite sure. The box had been hijacked, stolen from a truck that had dropped it. He was already pondering what was in it. It was quite heavy, like lifting steel. He thought it could be gold? Diamonds? Gems? the anticipation was killing him. So he cautiously opened the box, and stared in shock at what he saw inside.

     "Hey, Papyrus. Is that a kid?". Sans asked. Obviously confused.

     "Why was a child in this crate?" He thought. It was peculiar that a child was in a box, when he thought about it more he realized that it WAS peculiar for a child to be in a box.

     "So, What do we do with it?" Papyrus asked, just as confused as Sans was.

     They didn't know if they could keep it, they both thought they probably shouldn't, then again, what else could the kid do? I mean if they left it there, it would probably die. No water no food, no shelter, or at least, not a proper one. So, unfortunately, they were stuck with it.

     Picking up the child Sans and Papyrus headed back to the hideout. "So, uhh, where will it sleep?"

     "Not sure, Boss. Have an old mattress? That could work." Papyrus suggested. 

     Sans nodded as to say "Go look for one." So Papyrus headed out to find one. Sans quickly got bored waiting, so he walked across the street to the speak-easy. Grillibys, where you could find most gangsters and illegal alcohol. He slipped in the door and sat at the bar. Sans ordered a bottle of ketchup. While waiting he looked around and noticed a man who was sitting next to him. He was wearing a hat and a cloak so Sans couldn't see any details. He decided to make small talk. 

     "Hey, so, where are you from?" Sans curiously asked. Ominous laughter, that sounded feminine? a voice followed.

    "You don't wanna know...". He mentally slapped himself for calling this woman a man. She took off her hat to reveal a bob cut with bangs, a milk chocolate color. It was smooth and shiny, it looked soft. As she turned her head Sans could see huge reflective eyes. However, they were a deep ruby, crimson, blood red.

     Sans blurted out "You have nice eyes!"

     Sans immediately regretted whatever 'That' was. The girl laughed again, then got up, and left. Then Sans realized that his wallet was missing