Toomuchmeows
"... they echoed through the corridor."
In which Frisk and Sans don't have very good opinions of each other, to say the least.
Pointless rambling, nothing really happens in this story. It's more of a character study focused on the shortcomings of Sans and (an uncommon interpretation of) Frisk. This is intended to be a oneshot. I may change my mind about that, but I don't have any plans to continue it as of now.
Warning: I refer to Frisk as he/him in this story, because that is the grammatically correct gender neutral pronoun. I really am sorry if it bothers you.
(The cover is drawn by me. I originally posted the cover art, and this story, on the Undertale amino community. If you want a link to my profile for proof, ask and you shall receive.)
The title is part of the story because I'm bad at naming things.