You can do it, Sans. Just ask her. What's the worst that could happen, huh? What could go wrong?
The short skeleton strolled into the kitchen of Toriels house, going as slow as possible in order to stall for time. Once he reached the kitchen he noticed the white furred goat was a few feet away from him, shoving a pie into the oven.
"Why, hello Sans. Can I help you with anything?"
"Uh….hey Tori. I just booked a gig to do stand up comedy at the MTT hotel. Got any interest in joinin' me?"
Toriel's face instantly lit up.
"Why Sans, that would be wonderful! When is it?"
The skeleton shoved his hands into his pockets, he gazed up at the goat that was probably twice his size.
"Sometime next week. We can prepare an act an' everything."
"That sounds splendid. I will start to work on my part as soon as possible."
"Sounds great, Tori."
Sans let out a sigh of relief as he walked back into the main room and collapsed into one of the big chairs. He was shaking slightly, which made his bones slightly rattle.
Yeah….what could go wrong?