"...yea, no bones about it." Sans chuckled, downing Grillb's "special" ketchup in massive gulps. His wide ever-present grin carefree as he spout out joke after joke for the other regulars to eat up. He turned to the hottie, stifling a giggle as he took another swig. There was something on the elemental's mind, so he decided to help the poor bartender out."whas cookin hotstuff?" A weak huff of amusement escaped the flame before that look returned.
"It's...getting late..Sans. Shouldn't...you..go home?" Grillby murmured, concern edging his mono-tone. Yeah, that one might have been a stretch. Huh. Checking the clock, he realized it was almost time to read Pap a bedtime story.
"staaarrrrsss, grillz, i...i gotta goo. paaaapppss goonna be ssooo mad." Shit, how much did he drink? He wasn't so bad a minute ago, at last he thought so? Grillby looked downright concerned, flames flickering mesmerizingly.
"Sans..." He looked about to say something, offer help maybe, but Sans decided to at last pretend getting his everything together.
"i'lll bee fine grillb. don worry bout me." He hopped off the bar stool, stumbling as his slippers hit the ground. Before Grillbz could push it even further, I mean Snowdin isn't even that big, Sans shuffled out the door with one last lazy wave.
A soft, catchy tune played out in his skull, escaping out in a hum, he tripped along. When did the roads get so bumpy, he didn't know, but stars was he in a good mood. Sure he might be a little late, but Pappy would totally understand! He always does, being so cool and all. A tight grip on his shoulder pulled him quite literally out of his thoughts, pinning him against a building wall."mmpph! he...hey whaaa?" Sans' thoughts scattered further at every attempt to gather them.
"Wow, you look even cuter close up~..." The voice was uncomfortably close, right up against his skull. When he finally registered what the voice had to say he had enough. No, no, no, no, fuck this shit. His eye lit up, whoever thought they could pull something like this on him did not think it through.
"buddy i give you unti-whaaaaa..." A hard metal thing clipped around his cerebral vertebrae, cutting him and his magic off.
"Now, now, I've been watching you for sooo loooong. Of course I'd come prepared for the big day!" Sans squirmed, struggling as the bastard giggled. All he could do was struggle, feeling the pit in his soul grow with each vile word he said." Calm down, I don't want to have to damage such dainty pearl bones, and please don't make a fuss! Wouldn't want that loudmouthed idiot of a brother to wake up to your dust!" How dare he insult Papyrus, he wanted to rip him a new one, but the thought of how his brother would react stopped him. What had he gotten himself into. He was picked up carefully into the bastard's arms, but a hand wrapped around to cover his sockets."No peeking, Sansy," his name was on his tongue," don't want to spoil the surprise." This monster chirped, and it hit Sans a little late. He was being kidnapped, and he couldn't do anything. Whoever this is has some muscle and Sans had zero magic to compensate for his weak points. He would never get to read Pappy that bedtime story. He could hear soft rattling, but all he could focus on was how upset Papyrus was going to be.