Fangs (A Sans AU Story)

Chapter 7 - Library (Part 1)

"LIBRARY PARTY!" Cross cheered.

"Shhhh!" The brown haired librarian said towards him, pushing a finger against her mouth.

She was a human who was taller than the short skeletons, a cigarette hanging between her lips. She had on a worn jacket that was once black, but now was a dark grey. She had on a woen light blue dress underneath, which had a few tears at the bottom. Her high heals also had one of the heels secured to the rest of the shoe with clear tape.

"Oh, sorry Miss, it's just that I'm really excited for something that's totally a secret!" He said.

"Oh, that's nice," She said, "But you guys need to keep your voices down, this is still a library."

"We were sent by the King himself to do some research," Sci said, putting the offical memo down onto the table for her to see.

She took a few moments to overlook everything before nodding, leaning under the desk to grab something. After a few moments of shuffling stuff to the side, she pulled up a few magical cards as she took another long breath of his cigarette, puffing out smoke.

"There's five levels of access to the library," She explained in a dull voice, giving the skeletons their cards, "The bottom floor is for servants, the middle floors are for middle class, and the upper floors are for experts and people of the upper class in society, such as you lucky skeletons are. Their magic, the magic inside of them reacts and the doors will open just when you walk at them. As long as you have them on you, you won't run into the door like an idiot. Name's Silica if you need to call me for any questions, but I have to say that as a formality. So, if you have a question and call my name, I probably will ignore you. Basically, don't."

"That sounds reasonable!" Cross said, still under his sugar high before grabbing his card off of the counter, racing off towards the bookshelfs.

"Please don't talk to us that way," Ink said, "Just because we're Jury members doesn't mean that we're bad..."

"You dip sh*ts are the reason I went to prison in the first place!" Silica snapped, japping an accusing finger at the three Jury members.

"What?" Blue asked.

"It was two years ago, she had stolen a whole shelf full of food to feed herself," Dream explained, "She was sentenced to a month of prison, and she had lost her job as a teacher. That's how she ended up here, most likely."

"Oh, we have to do a lot of trails for a lot of people, so I tend to forget faces," Blue apologized, smiling meekly at her, "But I hope your life is better now, we were just doing out jobs."

"F*ck you," She said firmly, sticking up the offensive finger at him.

"Bad words are not good for this world!" Blue said, grabbing his card before he stalked off with his familys catchphrase, "The badder the word, the badder the person."

"Please remain respectful for us," Sci said, grabbing his card as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand, "If you won't... Well, we do have authority over you to throw you into jail."

"Again," Dream added, grabbing his card before walking off with Sci.

"Their just doing that for appearances," Geno said in a hushed tone, "Asgore made it a policy to not take insults without at least a threat, they'd never follow through unless you comminted a crime."

And after he walked off, it was just Edge and Silica.

"... Has he come back?" Silica asked him quietly.

"No," Edge sighed, "I haven't even found his dust, I don't know what happened to him."

"That's unfortunate..." Silica said, snorting out some smoke.