Bromance Romance ~ sansby fanfiction.

23. A chapter that ends happily, for once.

'Wednesday is a shitty day.'
At least that's what stood written on Sans' shirt that Wednesday and he pretty much agreed with it.

It was around 6 in the afternoon and he was at Grillby's, in his usual bar stool. His lover went around taking orders, something he didn't do that much since he was trying to open new locations. He looked happy, which made Sans happy.

Sans'phone buzzed. He looked at it, before answering the unkown number. "hello?"

"Hello! My name is Lawrence Barnett, I'm calling for the phone interview with Sans Gaster, if that is correct?"

Sans frowned to himself. Of course that was today, at 6. And now it's basically 6, so, what does he do?

"you're speaking to him."

"Good, then we can proceed with the interview."

Sans teleported himself to the back room of the restaurant. It was the first quiet place that came to his mind.

Grillby came in a few minutes later. "I saw you-"

He was cut of by Sans who was making desperate hand gestures at him, all meaning to shut his mouth.

Grillby sat next to him and stuck his year to Sans' phone, hearing Mr. Barnett talk.

"So, that concludes our interview, but I would like seeing you in person before you start your internship."

Sans nodded, but, right as he realised his interviewer couldn't see him, he said out loud "yes, thank you very much, sir."

He hung up and sighed harder than he ever did.

"Did you just get accepted where I think you did?"

"yes."

"You don't sound very happy about it."

Sans rested his head in his hands. "i just..." He sighed again. "i haven't told you, i haven't told papyrus. and i don't know what to do. everything just happenes really fucking fast."

Grillby put a reashuring hand on his back. "It's ok, I just found out, and Papyrus will take it well."

"i've never lived anywhere without papyrus. me alone in a house is the recipe for disaster."

Grillby grinned, imagining Sans setting the kitchen on fire.

"I'm sure you'll manage." He said.

"if you think so..."

He was about to get up and go back in the restaurant, when his phone buzzed again.

"yes, pap-"

"SANS, PLEASE HELP!"

Sans panicked a little, even though he didn't know what was happening.
"tell me how i can help."

"Frisk got their period and um..."

"Frisk is at our place again?"

"Sans, it's been a week and a half since they came around here, and that is not why I called. We need a pad. Or a few pads. And underwear."

"you want me to go buy underwear?"

"Yes, Sans, I don't know what is so hard to understand. Underwear and pads. It's not that hard."

"right." He said, then realised he should probably hurry. "shit. i'm on my way."

He dragged Grillby by his collar, placed a kiss on his lips, whispered a 'bye' and teleported before Grillby could even react.

He was home in less than two minutes.

"i may or may not have stolen from a walmart. paps, where are you?"