Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 14 : Phone calls and Peace meeting

"Wingdings Gaster?" Frisk unintentionally repeated into the phone quietly. She briefly wondered why that odd name sounded faintly familiar until she remembered Sans' story about his older brother who wasn't happy that Sans needed to work in order to help support the skeleton family.

Sans said his name was Wingdings.

Sans' older brother is talking to me, Frisk thought and would have been just a tad bit relieved since he was probably calling to talk to his brother but a somewhat uneasy question was brewing in her mind. How did he get my number?

She never gave it to Sans and there was no way Papyrus, Sans or Wingdings could have gotten it from Nick when Nick was still the landlord. That bastard never felt the need to call anybody. If he wanted to tell you something, he'd show up. Frisk looked towards the kitchen where Sans was, feeling her eyes narrow slightly.

She supposed it was easy enough to find out where she lived, whether they got the information from Nick or if Sans really did make it a point to figure out as much as he could about her, but a phone number? How could they-

"My dear? Are you still there?"

The guy honestly sounded like he either smoked way too much in his younger years or he had some kind accident that damaged his voice, but it was enough to snap her out of her trance and she spat out the first thing that came out of her mouth.

"Sorry!" she said a little too loudly and winced hoping this brother wasn't the type to get offended, angered or annoyed hearing an unnecessary booming voice drill into his skull. In a much quieter voice, she tried again.

"You're Mr. Sans' and Mr. Papyrus' older brother, right?" she asked. Nothing wrong with asking a question you already knew the answer to. It was safe and didn't venture into unknown territory.

Of course, when she got off the phone she'd probably ask Sans about the whole phone number thing even though she was terrified of the answer, but then again maybe he had a good answer for it. Maybe Nick really did keep that info on hand. After all, it wasn't like Frisk knew everything there was to know about how rat bastard mobsters worked.

The silence wasn't too long but Frisk almost jumped when she heard a loud and annoyed groan coming from the other side of the phone.

" Mr. Sans and Mr. Papyrus? Please don't tell me my imbecilic younger brothers are making you and your neighbors call them that. Really now," he huffed, his tone becoming sharper.

Frisk smiled. Weirdly enough hearing that tone actually did help melt the barest amount of unease from Frisk when she realized his anger was not only non-threatening but not even directed towards her. He legitimately just sounded like an older brother who was annoyed with his younger brothers.

"Their main job was supposed to show you humans we monsters are not uppity or frightening creatures," the croaky voice muttered.

Where the hell were you the first day your brothers arrived to my city, Frisk thought and almost instantly felt bad even thinking about it. Aside from her first meeting Papyrus, Frisk couldn't think of him as anything but a man who wasn't afraid of wearing a woman's apron while cooking and cleaning.

Sans on the other hand...

It takes a lot to apologize. To admit you messed up and I did offer him another chance. I DID THAT, Frisk frowned thoughtfully at that last part. Despite everything he did, she did accept his olive branch but just because she did didn't mean that bastard was off the hook entirely. I'm still gonna be cautious with him. I won't even give him an inch if I feel like he's doing something that might hurt me or my people.