Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 19 : ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

Sans sighed, feeling more than a little annoyed, and put his feet up on Wings' desk ignoring his brother's dark glare and listened to Wings' phone call with Don Dee. Despite the fact Sans could only hear his brother's half of the conversation, Wings' responses were telling the shorter skeleton the old man was still a nervous wreck despite the poker face Sans was sure the old man was putting on for Wings.

But through his annoyance Sans smirked in amusement as Wings silently listened to whatever the old man was rambling at him. If Dee was still a nervous wreck after having a full day to recover from the news that his men didn't...make it back from that "peace treaty" exchange with the "Never-Dies", Sans would have just LOVED to see Don Dee's initial state of mind the exact moment after Wings told him the only survivors of that brutal ambush was just one of his men and his brothers.

Now that would have been funny. Unfortunately, Dee's reaction from yesterday was extremely short and non-dramatic. When Wings first tried to tell the old fuck about the Never-Dies' ambush on his men, Don Dee immediately halted all other information Wings was gonna tell him and ordered the skeleton to wait for his phone call. Sans supposed the old man needed to get into a better safe place and arrange for a few of his men to investigate the old factory where Sans and Papyrus left all the bodies.

Needless to say, the rest of that night hadn't been great.

Ever since the Gaster brothers "left" Asgore's services, Wings made it very clear to all people from the citizens of their areas to even his brothers that ordering him around was not a smart move.

But wait Wings did, growing more and more agitated as the night rolled on. Don Dee never called at any time yesterday and so Wing spent the entire night drinking cup after cup after cup of his special brand coffee, refusing to eat anything Papyrus cooked, and even growling at the youngest skeleton to keep his sockets on Mac.

And during the early evening, mostly out of boredom since his brothers were too focused on their tasks to be any fun and he couldn't visit his little lady, Sans had started to make a joke to Wings about how he was acting like a little teenage girl waiting for her crush to call but one black-eyed socket look from the oldest Gaster was enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Wings never did have much of a sense of humour and when he was sleep deprived he could become such a bastard.

But at least Wings couldn't say that he was the only one who didn't get any sleep that night. Papyrus and Sans stayed up all night long in their guest room, watching the human to see if the poor bastard would wake up, every so often cleaning up his wounds and replacing his old bandages with clean ones.

And during that time Papyrus had begun talking about humans in general.

"BROTHER DO YOU THINK HUMANS AND MONSTERS ARE...THE SAME?"

Sans remembered blinking back into reality, the exhaustion nearly overwhelming him as he stared numbly at Papyrus before the question sank in.

Sans had mumbled something incoherently before he shook himself more awake and answered.

"What d'ya mean?"

Papyrus' uneasy and delayed reaction piped Sans' interest and helped wake him up more. It was pretty rare to see Papyrus...stumbled and actually think out his words before he spoke them.

"WELL I KNOW MONSTERS AND HUMANS ARE DIFFERENT WITH MATTERS OF THE SOUL AND OUR BIOLOGY, BUT DO YOU THINK HUMANS CAN PERFORM...MAGIC LIKE US?"

Sans had snorted back some laughter and leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes. "If they can then they must keep it a big fuckin' secret cause I ain't seen one human do anything that could remotely be considered magic."