Just One Night

Slipping Sanity

Routine had fallen in place: eat,  train, sleep, in that order. The cycle continued endlessly with Sans by her side to guide her and encourage her whether it be during the alloted hour for training, or during the wee hours of night when she had been working on a particularly hard document. There were times where Frisk found it especially hard and frustrating to keep up her training, especially with the council hounding her about the frequent disappearances happening left and right. She didn't get a chance to explain herself in front of them and they in turn just barraged her with more and more complaints and demands. It had certainly soured her mood and in turn had affected her mental health in strides.

Frisk struggled, and in turn Sans would be there to offer whatever she needed. A shoulder to cry on, someone to listen, someone to make her laugh after an especially trying day, he stayed through it all. Some days had been harder than others, but she could always count on him to take the frustration away, encourage her to keep at it and know that her hard work was never going unnoticed nor unappreciated.

At first, even getting back to work was a bit of a challenge. She passed her ghostly pale skin off with the help of fake tan, praying they would let it rest. When asked about her longer hair she merely replied that she had gotten hair extensions. The worst question they interrogated her for was her unnatural eye color, and that she passed off as a new brand of contacts. Although they really didn't buy the explanation, they kept their mouths shut since they didn't have any evidence to hold against her. The only downside to having changed into a monster was the constant filing of her teeth. Every morning before work she had to take a metal file and dull her teeth back into a more human like smile.

It hurt not only physically, but also mentally to have to take such drastic lengths to hide her monster form. If news ever reached the council, she knew they would cast them back into their cave, and the monsters would never be free. It certainly didn't help with the disappearances, which was making her wonder what Sans was doing late at night.

Sans had been out more frequently the last few weeks after their training, but had he found anything incriminating? Were the late nights taking a toll on him? He had been coming home tired as of late and she was starting to worry that he was taking the investigation a bit too far. She zoned out, not really paying attention as she passed the strangers on the streets in her hurry to get home. She heard the snickering and jeers from hateful humans. She heard it all from how she was a monster's whore to even a devil's disciple.

She had been branded an outsider, an outcast. Forgoing the fact that she now was part monster, the people of Ebbot city had never once considered her to be anything more than a monster. She had no qualms being one, but it only made her job that much harder when the prejudice took firm roots in the city's government. The half monster only shook her head, spending too much time on thoughts like these only gave her a headache and made her determination falter.

Dodging the people as she passed, she hurried up to her apartment building, practically flying up the stairs and into her home. After kicking off her boots and shrugging out of the coat, she went and found Sans in the living room drinking another bottle of ketchup. He smiled up lazily at her before his face fell at the harsh stare she gave him.

"Sans, how has the investigation been going? We're still getting reports of missing persons, how much longer is this going to take?"

He sighed and patted a seat on the couch, "I've got a few leads, but I haven't been able to catch the guy yet."

She sighed and flopped down onto the couch beside him, "I'm sorry for being a bit demanding, but it's hard. The city won't stop hassling me about the safety of its citizens and how none of this happened until the monsters came. But I have faith in you, I know you can do it."

He smiled sadly, although she was too tired to notice the emotion behind it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in his lap while the other arm stroked her hair soothingly. They both lied there and watched Mettaton's new reality show for a little while until they dozed off together. It didn't feel like much time had passed before Frisk felt herself being lifted up and carried off to bed. A lazy kiss to the lips was the last thing she noted before she fell into a deep sleep.

Sans walked out of the room, sighing lightly as he snatched the keys off the kitchen counter. Throwing on his old blue hoodie, he made his way out the door and down the flight of stairs, not even bothering to greet the security guard as he passed. Thankfully he had no trouble getting past the man since he was still in his human form, but that wouldn't have stopped him in any way. After all, if anyone got in his way, he could easily snap their bones like twigs under his feet.

At this point killing was getting to be fun, almost like a sport. He was losing himself in the adrenaline rush that came along with battle. After all, it had been so long since his last killing spree all those years before being forced underground. Now he was getting used to the smell of death, the rush from hearing his enemies screams, and the absolute delight he felt hearing them beg for their miserable lives.

However, he wasn't crazy, for he was only killing the people who would have their kind burning in pyres before their god. The same people who wanted monsters' heads on a stick to parade around as some sort of testimate. No, he did not harm the peaceful folk of Ebbot city, and in his slowly deteriorating sanity, he considered his actions acceptable.

The only things he cared about were his wife and their friends. The monsters who were his family and had always been there for him. He did this for them, not wanting there to be anymore bloodshed and terror for their people. He would stop at nothing to bring down the scum of Ebbot city and the things that threatened their very future.

No, monsters had suffered for far too long, and now it was time for the humans to suffer. A job that he gladly accepted.