It was 10:52 PM, and Grillby was just cleaning up the bar before he would close up for the night. He had just gotten a shipment of food and supplies, including one-hundred gallons of ketchup, and completed sorting and restocking the pub. Most of the regulars had left already, leaving Grillby alone. Moving to the surface had not hurt business; if anything, it had flourished. Some of the nearby humans had decided to come visit, despite the fear of monsters the majority of humans still had. Frisk had helped to ease the transfer a little bit, but it wasn't perfect and there were still many who wanted the monsters back in the Underground. Occasionally a group of humans would stand outside the pub with their guns and torches, threatening the monsters. Grillby never took any action to push them out; they normally just got bored and left on their own.

Grillby put the plate he was cleaning down on the bar and walked to the front of the pub. He flicked off the "OPEN" sign and checked the new paper he had taped to the door to help boost the business:

Grillby's Pub
Open 12 PM – 11 PM All days except Sundays and Holidays
Surface Location Sale: 25% Discount for all Humans
Still Looking for a Mechanic to fix the Jukebox
A fiery taste straight from the Underground.

He smiled for a moment, happy with what he had written. It seemed to have worked today, but it was still unknown whether or not it would be successful long term.

Grillby glanced out the window to look at the sunset directly ahead of his pub. The first flurries of winter were beginning to set in on the small town of New Snowdin, bringing some familiarity and comfort to the monsters in an environment so different from the Snowy Forest. The new blanket of white had no footsteps in it; most of the others were asleep already. He could see why some monsters refused to exit the Underground, just as scared of the humans as the humans were of them.

"hey grillbz, gimme another round." Grillby sighed. His most regular visitor, the punster skeleton Sans, was still here. He was sitting at his usual seat at the bar, slumped over the table top with an empty ketchup bottle in his hand. A bit dribbled down his chin; a usual sight.

Grillby navigated through the chairs and tables, which were just cleaned, and went back behind the bar. He took the empty ketchup bottle from Sans' limp grasp and reached down below the top for another bottle. He placed it in front of Sans, who grabbed it.

"thanks."

"…" Sans took a sip of the ketchup and placed it back on the table with a thump. Grillby watched as he slowly downed the bottle, just like he had downed the previous eighteen today.

"…Sans…it's getting late…why are you still here?" He picked up the plate and continued to clean it with the rag while Sans looked up from his slouch. The pub was quiet.

"c'mon grillby, you know i got nothing better to do. i've got no'body' to go with. heheheh heh heh…"

"…"

"what are you looking at me like that for?"

"…Sans…that's the fourth time you've used that pun tonight…"

"hehe…heh…" Both of them were silent. Grillby, finished cleaning the last plate, slid it into the cabinet behind him.

"Sans…is this about missing the plane?" Sans' eyes disappeared.

"heh…how did you hear about that?"

"…Papyrus…" Sans started laughing and slammed the ketchup bottle on the table.

"hehehehe, that's my bro alright-"

"…"

"hehe…"

"Sans…there's nothing you can do now…I know you feel guilty but…you just have to move on and have fun while you can." Grillby hung his rag on a hook under the countertop and grabbed his keys to the pub on the back wall. He walked up to the front door and locked it from the inside so no intruders could steal the priceless stash of food from him. Not many people were willing to sell food to monsters, let alone one made out of fire. He had to be efficient with what he got.

"aw grillbz, you going already?"

"…Sans it's past closing…you have to go too." Grillby turned off all the lights, the only illumination and sound coming from the crackling and burning of Grillby's head.

"yea, i guess you're right grillbz." Sans' put the bottle on the table and jumped off of his bar seat, landing solidly on his two pink slippers.

"just put it on the tab-"

"…It's on the house this time…" Grillby looked at him one last time over the shoulder.

"…See you tomorrow Sans…" Grillby turned his head back forward and left through the fire exit, closing and locking the door as he went through. Sans activated his aqua/yellow eye and teleported outside, settling down on the snow.

"hehe…it's beautiful tonight." While the world was quiet and lacked a theme song, the full moon illuminated the pine trees and quaint little houses, giving the snow an almost metallic sheen. The slow falling of the snowflakes reminded Sans of home. His old home.

He walked slowly down the road towards his new/teleported house, his hands in his hoodie pockets and a smile on his face, hiding the guilt he felt towards Toriel and the others. This morning they were supposed to take a human bus to the airport to take a long trip around the entire Earth, to places monsters had never been, even during the time the monsters were first on the surface.

"IT WILL BE FUN!" his brother said, enthusiasm in his voice. Unfortunately for Sans, he had managed to lose his plane tickets in the giant tornado in the corner of his room, causing great trouble and havoc throughout the group. He, Papyrus, and Tori had tried hard to find it, but they were unable to locate it before it was time to go. Tori apologized to him and said he had to stay behind and that it would end up being okay even though all the money spent on his tickets were wasted. He knew it really wasn't okay; those tickets were really expensive, even for the former Queen.

He brought his left hand across some of the pine trees he passed by, dispersing the snow that had accumulated on the needles. He was happy the Snowdin crew had decided to settle down here, not far from the mountain, as the winters here were said to be similar to that of what he experienced in the Underground.

Sans took his new mobile phone out of his hoodie pocket and unlocked it with the password he had set up: "DDDAGSGFDFG." Seemed catchy to him. He looked at the phone app and saw that he had about fifty-seven voicemails from his brother. He opened the app and listened to the voicemails, most of them asking how he was, if he had eaten, and telling him not to get into trouble.

"ah, home." Sans stood in front of his house, which was teleported up to the surface by the one and only Sans himself. The lights inside his house were on, the door lights illuminated just as he left him. About an inch of snow had collected on the roof shingles and steam was escaping from the chimney, melting the snow that landed near it.

Sans tilted his head, slightly confused. He didn't remember leaving the lights on or the fireplace lit. Even though he was lazy, even he was green and tried to conserve energy. Besides, that's what he basically did for a living, right?

He silently walked up to his front door, his aqua eye pulsating dimly in the back of his eye socket. He brought his ears (or where his ears would be due to the lack of said ears) close to the door. He could hear jumping on the couch inside and the excited cheers of someone. The tone of the voice sounded familiar, but he shook it off as impossible. Why would that person be here at this time of day?

His eye glowed as he swung the door open with telekinesis and summoned a Gaster Blaster behind him in case the intruder was hostile. His eye instantly disappeared as he noticed it was just the kiddo jumping on the couch.

"hey kid, i thought you were with the others."

*You tell Sans you stayed behind with him.

"aw, that's sweet kid."

*You tell Sans it's just you and him.

"yea, it is."

*You tell Sans it's either you or him. Only one can survive.

"heh, whaddaya mean kid?"

*You tell Sans that he's in your way.

"what…" Sans' two white eyes disappeared as he watched Frisk's pink striped blue shirt morph into a green shirt with a single yellow stripe. The hair color brightened and he watched as the typically passive face of Frisk turned into the threatening, aggressive red smile of Chara. The red knife glowed into existence, and Chara continued to jump up and down, staring at Sans the entire time.

*KILL HIM. =)

Chara jumped at Sans, knife in hand, and Sans covered his head with his arms, bracing for the surprise attack. However, just as the knife would have gone through him, Chara turned into snow. When his eyes returned, he saw the fireplace was dark, the lights were off, and the living room was still the same as he left him. It was all a hallucination. He breathed heavily as he stumbled over to the couch past the sprinkled rock and laid himself down upon the comfy cushions. He brought his left finger up and slowly closed the door behind him. He could see the light dusting had picked up and turned into a blizzard, the howling of the whizzing snow whistling against the windows. The drapes fluttered lightly as the wind blew through the small cracks in the glass.

He leaned his head back onto the couch rest and sighed. It was all quiet in Snowdin Town.

He was alone.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of Sans, Sans, and Sans. If you liked this story or have constructive criticism for me, please let me know. Feel free to leave a review if you wish.

I'll see you all in the next chapter!

-Blox