Royalty : Mafiatale :

Chapter 7

The stairs creek quietly as Lil' Pup and me walked down slowly, edging closer to the living room as we did. The smell became stronger with every step, causing me to gag slightly and cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself being sick. I looked down to Lil' Pup, seemingly not phased by anything that was happening. Was this something that happened often here? Were the skeletons more violent then I gave them credit for? We edged into the living room, bloody footprints making a pathway into the room ahead.
" Sans! I just cleaned those carpets! " I looked up quickly from the blood soaked fabric floor to see that Sans had returned,hanging his bloody black jacket back onto the coat rack. So he was the cause of the smell. What work had he gone to do? Had he killed someone? I began to shiver and shake slightly, gripping Lil' Pup's hand tighter. The skeleton looked over to us, smiling like he always did. He began to study me, coming closer every passing second, his black shoes thumping on the floor gently with every step. I backed up slightly, my back soon hitting a nearby wall. My heart thumped with fear. Was he unhappy I had used this dress? His emotions were always so hard to read.

" Lookin' good kid. That dress suits ya. The Old Boss had good taste didn't she? " I nodded slowly, feeling my heart settle a little. I managed to muster up the courage to smile, watching as Sans moved over to the couch. He sighed and fell back into the soft fabric. I watched as another cigar with set alight, filling the area around the monster with a thin veil of smoke and clouds. He chuckled, taking a deep puff of the cigar. He didn't seem to care about being drenched head to toe in blood, neither did Papyrus. He cared about the carpets but not the fact that blood was even present in the household. It shook my being a little, feeling my blood run as cold as ice with every silent and tense moment.
" Bro, about time for Lil' Pup's bedtime right? " The taller skeleton nodded, taking a hold of the child's hand and leading them upstairs.  This left Sans and myself alone in the living room. From the moment I had arrived I could tell that the small skeleton was itching to ask me some questions, typical of any mafia member. He obviously wanted to know all about me and I was willing enough to comply. The skeleton stood o his feet, passing by me and closing the door behind us, turning to me with his hand still on the doorknob and a smirk upon his bony face.
" About time we had a friendly chat kid "

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