The two teens turned outlaws giggled quietly as they made their way to the mayor, dust covering them, their stolen outfits, and their guns. As they reached the hallway to the mayor's office, they noticed two wanted posters hanging on a wall by a knife. It was them.
"Humans 1 and 2, wanted dead. Huh." Chara said straight faced, before they both burst into laughter. The sound of metal spurs on the wooden floor stopped their mad giggling.
"No no, keep laughing. I just wanted to know what the joke was." Said the short figure, as he walked out from behind a column at the end. Head down and face obscured by a familiar red bandanna and the broad brimmed hat. The crossed bandoliers on his chest and two large holsters nearly obscured by his black overcoat. Actually, only his bandanna was a colour other than black. His two gloved hands hung next to his holsters. The two outlaws stood there staring as he walked slowly to the middle of the hall.
"No answer? Well, I guess being wanted humans ain't that much of a joke to me anyway. Speaking of which, you wanna have a bad time?" The figure rumbled, as he lifted his head and revealed a skeletal face with two pitch black eye sockets.
"Wait...SANS?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S ONLY SANS!" Chara started laughing, Frisk chuckling nervously along with them.
"Yup. It's me, Sans. Though I guess you wouldn't know what that means around here." He chuckled.
"Bah! Let's kill him!" Chara yelled, drawing their revolver and aiming at Sans. A loud bang echoed in the hall. A loud scream sounded out with it. A smoking Colt Dragoon was resting in Sans hand. As Chara grasped their bloody stump of a hand, frisk running to their side, he twirled it around his finger before blowing the smoke away from the barrel.
"Probably should have told you i'm not named swiftdraw for nothin. Underground quickdraw champion and your executioner. So, who's next?