About 10 years back, a small child was lost. People went ape shit worried about this child. High rewards, search teams, even the news and Amber Alerts went off about this child. It seemed that Frisk, no seriously that's the name of the kid, was the remaining survivor of a homicide.

The victims? Their wealthy parents.

Of course you weren't there, you only remember bits and pieces of that day, you being 10 at the time, but your parents; Oh man your amazing parents were the lead detectives on the scene.

THEY were the ones to conclude that the burnt child corpse was not Frisk but some poor unfortunate kid.

THEY were the ones to find the ones who had kidnapped Frisk.

THEY were the ones that almost stopped Frisk from jumping.

And THEY were the ones to never stop searching the mountain.

Day and night, they searched. Chief wanted to drop the case. But your parents, they were stubborn. 3 years later, they had a break through. They found Frisk, emerging from an exit near the top of that cave. But they weren't alone. Surrounding Frisk was a crew of strange tiny little creatures.

Monsters.

Who would have known they were real?

Rumors and conspiracies exploded the news papers and stations. Your parents became hero's, but that day you thought.

"I want to be just like them."

4 years later the monsters thrived. Though not as people, no. Due to their fragility and stature, sadly the monsters became "companions". Pets. It was easy, for humans of course, to take all the research material needed to "make more monsters".

They were useful, they were cute, they were exotic.

Face it. Humans are disgusting and manipulative.

At least they had the common decency to TRY and treat the monsters higher than animals.

A stack of manilla folders slamming into your desk jerked you back to the present.

"(R/N)! Your falling behind on paperwork!"

You groaned. Of course this was what you dreamed of your entire life. Not. Being a rookie detective sucked. You did the filing, paperwork, the research, the lunch runs, coffee runs, you name it, you did it. Your head detective though, despite all of your help in the investigations, took all the credit. Detective Brian Larson. Known for 30 major solved crimes in this following year. Though of course, no mention of you and YOUR hard work.

"Okay one, this isn't my paper work. This is yours Larson. Two, it's not even paperwork on a case, it's your taxes so. What. The. Hell."

"Good eye there (R/N). But seriously, can you do them?"

"No? As you said, I'm falling behind on paperwork. REAL paperwork. That I get PAID to do."

Brian whined but eventually grabbed his files and left. He wasn't a bad guy, you two got a long great. He was just overbearing sometimes, his superiority complex would surface and yea. Work was actually pretty easy for you anyway, your main problem was the repeatitive atmosphere. It got boring. You wanted to do things, help people, be of assistance. Not BE an assistant. You worked your ass off to pass that damned test, by hell you weren't gunna get out there and get some action.

On the side lines.

Where you were normally sent.

You dropped the stack of papers in the basket on the right end of your desk. Finally done. Scooting your chair back and stashing your heels in the bottom drawer in your desk you slipped on your sneakers and coat then gathered up your bag and umbrella. Yea okay, you were a cheater. You never actually wore your heel TO work but only around the office. Enough to pass dress code. The perfect crime. Employee dares to rebel against dress code in secrecy under her desk.

"Later Larson! Have fun with your taxes!"

Your shoes made that humorous (though annoying to some) squeaking sound as you approached the entrance exit of the police department. Popping open your umbrella, you made the miserable wet walk to the grocer for food substance for the night. No you weren't poor. You actually managed your money pretty well. You just weren't the type to constantly get fast food, or make a normal dinner. Your simple little sandwiches, soups, salads, maybe a slice of pie was enough. Grabbing your food things of choice, you sped walked home. You still had a bit of a way to go. Despite the rain and grey sky, pedestrians were everywhere. Children playing in puddles, cars throwing water as they passed intersections, a whining mass or cloth huddled in a corner.

You stopped and took a step back.

Under a bench huddled in a corner next to the brick wall of some random business that didn't really matter at the moment was exactly what you thought. A shivering lump whining pathetically. By the sound it was making it was obviously not a stray cat or dog. The sound was too high pitched to be a child. Stepping forward, you sat your bags down and knelt onto the wet cement.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

The lump shifted and a head poked out. Large dark holes on a little white face. "N-no."

"Are you lost?"

Globs of blue tears were running down it's pale face as it nodded fast. "I-I lost him! I don't kn-now where I am." The creature started sobbing loudly and some on lookers stared but carried on with their own business.

"Shhhh sweetie it's okay. I work at the police department." To reassure the poor thing you pulled out your badge and continued. "You can stay with me for the night. Get warm, eat, et cetra. And describe your family to me and I can bring it up to my boss tomorrow."

The little monster sniffled and scooted closer to your badge, sniffing your offered hand cautiously, then lifting it's arms up. "Please? I-I miss them so m-much."

Ah. Your suspicions were correct. It was a bitty (What humanity decided to call small monsters) and it was a skeleton. They were kinda rare and only male. You carefully picked up the poor soaked thing and your bags of groceries.

"My name is (R/N) what's yours sweetie?"

"Sahns."

"Well Sans, I hope you like soup, seems like perfect weather for it don't you think?"

His little hands grasped your shirt tightly and he sniffled out a meek yes.

Once home, you made quick work helping Sans change into dry clothes, which was one of your tank tops that was still far too large and wrapped him up in a thick blanket.

"Okay while you warm up I'm just going to cook some dinner and we'll talk after your comfortable."

"Thank you for helping me. I guess you could say I was chilled to the bone ."

Sans' bones rattled with his laughter and you couldn't help but snicker. That was a good one. After eating some soup and grilled cheeses, you examined his collar as he spoke. Normally these things would contain the address, a gps chip, and all forms of paperwork. The collar had signs of tampering, the adoption forms, vet receipts, and immunization records were all gone. The only thing that would show up was "Sans" "Skeleton".

"We went shopping and he gave me a blanket to stay warm. I only looked away for a minute I swear! And he was gone!"

"Who's he Sans?"

"He! My owner!"

"You don't know his actually name?"

Sans shook his head and frowned. Your blood boiled in anger. Poor bitty didn't know he was abandoned. You smiled. Monsters had a tendency to sense a humans mood through their soul and you didn't want Sans to think you were mad at him.

"It'll be okay."

The two of you watched some tv. Yea. It'll be fine once you kick his owners ass and arrest him. It was a HUGE offence to abandon a bitty or even put them in any forms of danger. At least a 5 year felony if you were correct. Sometime during your mental ranting on what you were going to do to Sans' owner, you had fallen asleep with the poor dear snuggling into your stomach.

"I'll help you. No matter what."

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ATTEMPT NUMBER 3 TRYING TO POST THIS AS NORMAL

OKAY! First two times kept showing up wacky as hell. Jeez. Hope y'all can read it this time.