Bromance Romance ~ sansby fanfiction.

12. One annoying morning that made everyone's Monday bad.

Sans called Frisk at 7 in the morning, hoping the energuc teen will puck up.

"Hello?" No, it wasn't them on the other side of the phone.

"hi, tori... i kind of needed frisk?"

"They will not come over to your house again, Sans. You just brought them back here yesterday!"

Sans heard another voice on the other side of the phone. He then knew that Toriel covered the phone for him not to hear as she responded.

"Mornin', Sans."
Now Frisk was on the phone. So that is what was happening.

"hi, frisk. got anything to do in the next half an hour?"

"n-no, why?"

"i need you too,,, ummm,... i need a human to recommend me at the new job amd i... you're the only one i could think of."

He heard Frisk sigh on the other side of the phone. "Fine, but you have to come pick me up." Then they whispered. Sans could inagine them covering the phone with a hand for Toriel not to hear. "And if mum asks, you just wanted me to come with you and drink your morning cofee or something."

"ok, see you at your house."

The interview went really well, until one point...

"So," The guy said, adjusting his glasses. "Can you, Frisk, confirm all Mr. Gaster said here?"

Frisk looked at both. Was this all they came here for? For the past half an hour they stood in that uncomfortable chair and said nothing. And now?

"Yes, I can confirm everything."
They didn't really. Sans said he worked as royal scientist for a year in the undergorund, Frisk didn't know about that. He also said he was fired for being 'inadequate at the job' or something, which Frisk could sense was a lie.

"I'll just need you to sign here, and cross out if you're male or female, ok kid?"

This interview guy wasn't really what Frisk expected he would be. He gave them weird vibes. So when he made them just a kid, and talked about the gender binary, he crossed the line.

"Excuse me, sir, but I do not identify with neither male or female constructs."

The man looked at Frisk before looking at Sans like it was his fault. Frisk continued talking.

"I would have preferred you would have another box here saying 'other' so I can say I am non-binary."

Sans hit them with his leg under the table. This was not the time to educate this person about the lgbt+ community. But Frisk still continued, and finally this man blurted out.

"Us, scientists, don't believe in this stupid queer stuff. You are given a gender at birth for a reason, and I preffer my work space to not be filled with disgusting gays."

Sans gulped, and took Frisk's hand in his, trying to signal they were living.

Frisk opened their mouth to protest about the fact that 'gender'and 'sex' are different things and a 'scientist like him' should know that.

But Sans dragged them out of the chair and up to the door.

"forget the interview." he said from the doorway. "there's no need for us 'weirdos' to loose our time with uncultured bitches like you."

Once they were out, Frisk let go of Sans's hand.

"What the fuck was that? You woke me up just to insult that dumbfuck and DON'T get the job?"

"well i didn't expect him to be that annoying. i can't work with a boss like that."

Frisk sighed in annoyance but they understood. Sans teleported both of them to Grillby's.

"Fuck it, Sans! Never to that again, it makes me want to PUKE!"

He opened the door and entered the restaurant. "cut the profanities, kid. you're too young to talk like that."

"But you talk like that."

"yeah, and toriel will kick my fucking ass thinking you got it from me."

Frisk laughed as they sat at one of the tables. One of the employees wanted to give them a menu, to which Sans responded with "no thanks, i just need coffee."

Frisk however smiled to the girl. "Leave it here, I'm starving."

The place was empty. It was just the two of them. Guess other people are busier at 8 in the morning.

Sans turned his spoon around the pure black cofee like he was mixing it. But it was nothing to mix there. He was just doing it absent mindedly, the clinging of the spoon hitting the cup filling the empty place with sound.

"kid, how did you know my surrmame is gaster?"

Frisk looked up from their pancakes. "Don't be stupid I saw the 'true lab'!"

Sans droped the teaspoon he had in hand. "What?" Frisk said, mouth full. "You didn't know I was in there, too? I basically see the entire undergound in a pacifist route."

"yeah, but... not many know about the lab."

"I guessed so. Alphys didn't want to talk about it and a lot of stuff there didn't make any sense." Frisk said, playing with their fork around the plate.

"because it's in wingdings.", Sans said like Frisk was supposed to know.

"What are windings?" Grillby came out of the back room while the two were talking and now sat next to them.

Sans sighed. "they are... the way my father used to write."

Grillby didn't seem to get it. So Sans tried explaining about the true lab, the experiments his dad made, how nobody remembered him because he fell in the core, the way he hated him with every fiber of his soul and everything else.

Frisk casually interupted at times. They rambled about 'entry number 17' and how 'what do you two think' finally made sense, along with some other things.

Sans finnished after telling them how he quit his position as royal scientist.

"and that's all. my basically entire life. satisfied?"

Frisk and Grillby nodded like school kids. Then Frisk said they got to go, because Toriel will get mad, leaving Grillby and Sans alone in the entire restaurant.

A/N: well i guess the other staff was there too, but shush. This has like 980 words i can't believe it. At first i was puting I cohld barey write 600 in a chapter and now I'm like "1000 words, ups." Well, see you, my dears!