Chapter 21: Beer and Pizza

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fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

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Outside the Barrier . . .

"Hey, what the fuck?" Darvin kept staring at the programming. "It went off." 

"What?" 

"It went off. Fuck! I had the bat go in too late. The target missed that whole conversation." 

"Fuck, dude. Your paycheck is toast this week." 

"No, no. I got this. Okay? All I gotta do is have the bat come running out and telling Sans that he bought the last pack and that he needs it for his pregnant wife. He'll try and buy it back." 

"Haven't you bothered with the bat's profile? He doesn't make enough to buy more than one a week. He's also not the type to run out and ask for help. With that personality, you'll have control of him, maybe three minutes. Tops." 

"Fuck, fuck! Well, it doesn't matter. Maybe the skeleton will think it's an act of mercy." 

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Inside the Barrier, outside Special Times . . .

"Uh, hey, hey!" 

Sans looked back and watched a bat run up to him. "Sup?" 

"Hey, I need that. You've got the last pack," he said. "That's for my preg-hey wait!" 

"Look, I don't have time to chit chat," Sans said. "In a bit of a hurry, got to get this to someone." 

"But you don't understand. My wife will die without that." 

"No, she won't," Sans corrected him. "Lady in the shop said no one can die from cold spells." 

"Well, can I buy it back?" 

"No. Look, chum, I'm sorry," Sans said, still walking. "It's not happening. Your wife's monster, she can deal with the cold spells easier. I'm dealing with a human." 

"A pregnant human? Oh, so they go through the same thing, huh?" 

"What?" Sans finally stopped. "What are you talking about?" 

"That's what the matches are for. Pregnancy," he said. "Your human must be pregnant, right?" 

"Naw. No way." Sans shrugged and kept walking. "Just a side effect to her soul being messed up." 

"Oh, come on, man. She's pregnant, just admit it," the bat continued to try. 

What the heck was this guy's problem? "It doesn't matter what I think. These sticks aren't yours." 

"Just believe she's pregnant though." 

What? Why did he have to believe that? What concern was it of this bat's in the first place? It looked like he was more interested in Frisk being pregnant than the matches. "I gotta get going, pal. Better luck next time. Maybe get a few individuals." 

"Individual what?" 

"Matches."  

"Oh." The bat blinked a bit. "Matches. Yeah, I have to get some for my wife." He turned around and headed toward the shop, like he hadn't just begged Sans for his. 

Creepy. 

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Outside the Barrier . . .

"Fuck, he didn't believe it." The guy rubbed his face in frustration. "Now what?" 

"Use Toriel. Make the queen tell him Frisk is pregnant." 

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