In this story, Sans is a cat. Still likes puns, ketchup, his brother and can do all the typical Sans things, with the addition of shrinking or growing at will. Him and Papyrus are still brothers, though Papyrus is still a skeleton. (Don't ask me why, I can't explain.) Sans follows Frisk around and keeps them out of trouble. Mostly. Read if you feel like it. Or don't. (Cover is noot mine. Feel free to give the story constructive criticism, hate, or just comment anything! Oh yeah, everything will make waaaaaaaaaaaay more sense if you've played Undertale! Eeeeeeh, that's all.) \(-w-)/