Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 15 : Coming Clean

"I told you two to rough up one of Dee's thugs not put him in a coma."

Sans shrugged and watched as Wings bent down and grabbed the unconscious and horribly beaten human's chin and lifted his face for a better look. After they dealt with everything as in making sure that all the other humans were dead and the building truly was void of any living humans, both inside and outside, Sans began gathering Wings' specialty guns out of the hands out the dead men while Papyrus began to stack the boxes the "Never-Dies" brought in, all in one nice pile. And when that was done, the skeletons had worked over the unconscious Mac.

Wings told them to "rough one up" and they did. Papyrus bashed the human's knee in with his large club bone while Sans dug one of his bone knives deep into a non-fatal area in the man's side, making sure to cover the wound with a clean bandage to stop the bleeding once he took the knife back out.

And finally, just to complete the look, Sans made small slices along the older man's face, cutting just deep enough so they wouldn't heal over so quickly. Once both skeletons were satisfied, Papyrus threw Mac over his shoulder and Sans teleported everything, the guns, the crates of goods, himself and his brother back to their home in Fell City. Specifically their shed in Fell City.

And once they were there, Papyrus shoved the bleeding human on their small red couch that was way too small for the average monster, but apparently just the right size for a grown male human.

"BUT BROTHER, HE MATCHES THE INJURIES OF THE OTHER HUMANS DEE WILL FIND AT THE FACTORY!"

After a few more seconds of turning the human's face left and right, earning an occasional painful groan from the man, Wings nodded his head in agreement. Sans sighed in relief.

Great! He ain't mad so I can leave and git back to Tops and the little lady without gittin' yelled at.

"Are those all my guns?" Wings gestured towards the small pile of weapons on top of the crates. Sans nodded.

"Yep. Seven guns in total, which means that Dee's still got eighteen of them."

Standing up, Wings wiped the human's blood on his pant leg nonchalantly and walked over to the crates. He lifted up a lid on one of them, grimacing in confusion at the products inside for a half second before he grunted in repulsion.

"Cocaine?" he asked as he lifted up one of the heavy bags of white powder. Sans nodded, slightly disappointed that it wasn't something more...interesting while Papyrus made a gagging disgusted sound much like Wings had done.

"Okay. We got the human as evidence and we have Dee's things," Sans watched as a small and proud smile perked up the corner of Wing's lips as he looked at him and Papyrus. "Nice job brothers. You came through for me."

Papyrus let out a soft laugh and puffed up his chest while Sans felt a ripple of pleasure go through his SOUL. Wings didn't always give praises to Sans (Papyrus got an endless supply when Wings was in a good mood), but when he did Sans really couldn't help the warm feelings that would light his SOUL up.

"Now, I got to make the phone call to Dee, so in the meantime-" he turned to Papyrus who was still glowing with pleasure. "Can you please take the human to our guest room and patch him up? If he starts to wake up let me know immediately."

Papyrus nodded, standing as straight as a man in the human military. "YES BROTHER."

And with that, Papyrus lifted the human in his arms and walked out of the shed. Sans smirked and looked up at his brother.