Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 24: Two Types of Friendly

Wingdings stared at the clock in his study and frowned.

It shouldn't have taken Sans this long to get back with the human's drug, but then again Wings' knowledge of drug dealings were limited at best.  He never touched the stuff like Sans had when they were younger, and when he and Sans did enter the criminal world working for Asgore, the two of them were strictly weapon dealers

Tapping his fingers against his desk, Wings couldn't help but wonder if his younger brother was taking this opportunity to visit that human woman.  He doubted it though.  Sans knew the rules, but all the same, this lady, this... Frisk Determ... was an interesting factor in their plans.  When all this nonsense with Dee was settled, Wings fully planned on meeting her.  After all, this was the first time in a long time that Sans seemed so dedicated and focused on something that wasn't work related.

The only other time Wings remembered Sans doing something just for himself was when their mother gave him that trombone for Gyftmas all those years ago.  Wings smiled at the memory and lit up a cigarette. She gave Papyrus, who was just a babybones back then, a big book filled with Word Searches, and the eldest skeleton remembered Paps spent hours that morning looking for words and asking Wings what the longer words meant.  And for him, their mom had given him a small toolbox, filled with old, worn-out, greasy, but still very usable tools. 

It was a great Gyftmas. Horrible but bright music filled the air, Paps was running around showing everybody the newest word he'd found and Wings was repairing appliances he had found at the dump. 

Wings took a heavy drag of his cigarette and exhaled, filling his study with purple smoke.  For six months, Sans had practiced on his trombone.  Self-teaching is a terrible way to learn an instrument... for other people that is, but once Sans understood how to produce a variety of different notes on the damn thing, he was able to crudely replay classic songs mom loved. 

And then their mom had been killed and Sans never touched the instrument again.  To this day it still stayed in his closet. It was kind of funny. When Sans was practicing and playing all those years ago when they were just kids, Wings fought every urge to rip the instrument out of his hands and hide it for a few hours of peace, but after their mother had died, Wings kind of missed it.

Well, Frisk Determ did say she was a singer.  Maybe Wings would hear live music in his home once again, that is if the girl ever gave Sans another chance.  Honestly though, who the hell sleeps through their date with a girl they've been pursuing? 

Nobody but Sans , Wings thought fondly, taking one last puff of his cigarette before snuffing it out in his astray. 

He looked at the blueprints of his newest weapon he had been trying to work on to pass the time until Sans got back, but he just couldn't concentrate.  Sighing, he gathered all the papers and shoved them back into his desk and quietly left his study to check on the human.

Wings had left him alone with Papyrus for about an hour and the eldest Gaster wondered how the human was doing.  The junkie was already sweating and violently shivering when Wings had first left him alone and by now he was probably worse.  When Sans was going through withdrawal he became violent.  Luckily the collar stopped him from lashing out at anybody important. 

Despite the fact that drugs make people do things they normally wouldn't do, Wings honestly doubted "Mac" would try anything. Not only did Mac have a LOVE-free green SOUL, surprising as all hell for a heroin-addict, but Papyrus and Sans both also described him as looking nervous and being clearly uncomfortable holding a gun at the storage meeting with the "Never-Dies." 

However, Wings knew "kind" people had their limits, and what's more, he honestly couldn't tell if Mac was being obedient and passive because of his personality or if it was simply the promise of getting his fix. The fact that the human admitted he saw Sans and Papyrus waste all those men in that shed and was still unnaturally calm given his situation and the withdrawal he was clearly going through, was... strange.