It wasn't difficult to distinguish the heavy steps to the door as being anyone elses' but Frisk's.
Glancing from the window, a smirk sprawled out lazily on his lips, returned by a clearly sleep-deprived, hungover Frisk.
She walked in casually, easily enough since Sans and Papyrus lived by themselves, she wouldn't end up being caught having
partied her night away. Her arms were folded, her eyes outlined with massive black rings of smudged make up, and an
inescapable scent of old smoke and alcohol which attached itself to her garments. Crisp morning air filled the house, from the
upstairs window, chilling her scantily-clad, willowy limbs as she hastily ascended the house's stairs. Standing outside of Sans door,
she peered into his room, simply to make him aware of her presence, before rushing to the next room over to throw on her school
uniform she had arranged the night previously.
He chuckled to himself, whilst he was a few years older, he barely attended school, he simply offered Frisk to stay at his house
to keep her adoptive mother, Toriel, at bay from gaining knowledge of her troubling antics. She was silent, even with a bottle of
alcohol at her side. Not being in her class at school due to the age gap, it always mystified Sans why she could remain withdrawn and
silent, and yet become one of the most popular figures in the school. "Anything for old buddies, huh?" He asked himself silently, throwing off his jacket,
leaving it tossed aside to the floor, as a girl with a completely different demeanour entered his room.
Dressed neatly, tidily, with her hair pinned back perfectly was Frisk, clad in her conservatively-styled school Uniform entered his room, he smirked,
looking her up and down for good measure, before letting a faint laugh escape his lips, he rested back, lighting up a cigarette, as Frisk
sauntered into the room, sitting down beside him, doing the exact same, breathing in a long draw. "Rough night, kid? Lookin' slightly
rubbered here, even with your super disguise on," He laughed, playfully tugging at the collar of her shirt. She rolled her eyes, pushing his hand
away, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. He threw his head back lazily, indulging in the relaxed atmosphere, "Mom never gonna question these
convenient 'sleepovers at Sans' place'? " He joked, as she sat with her legs crossed, raising her cigarette to her mouth as to take in another
long draw, "Well hey, whilst you're usin' me as a cover up for your alcoholic antics, be a sweetheart and wake Papyrus up, and make sure you
bring him to school with ya?" She exhaled silently, but plentifully, with another large grey cloud of smoke floating from her lips, as she stubbed out
her cigarette and threw it out, rising from the bed, making her way up to Papyrus' room.
Within time, his younger brother pounded down the stairs over-excitedly, leaving Frisk's heavy footsteps almost trailing behind him,
an innocent boy with horrendous bed-head popped his head through the gap in the door, "Morning Sans! Are you coming to school today,
brother?" He questioned excitedly, to which the older brother shook his head calmly, "Nah, not today, bro, still feelin' kinda sick, you get me?"
Papyrus nodded happily, returning to his excited prancing down the stairs, leaving Frisk to pop her head round his door, "Won't be back,
thanks for covering, little something from a friend." She casually stuck her hand down her bra to retrieve a small bag of grass, tossing it to him
from the door, to which he simply put his thumb up, whilst Frisk began to head downstairs and make preparations for leaving.
Just then, his cellphone rang loudly, snapping him out of his relaxed state. He picked it up, taking a breath, although he soon rolled his eyes
in relief when he discovered it was simply Toriel on the other end, "Did Frisk go to school? I don't want her to be late again.." She asked,
anxiously, to which Sans replied calmly, "Just left. All in good hands, Tori." He could hear an audible sigh of relief from the other end,
"Thank you for letting her stay with you.. I know she can be rather difficult at times.. But, she seems to be happy." She admitted. Letting out
a small chuckle, he grinned, "She's a peach, but we both know it's anything for you, Tori, heh." He remarked, with a teasing tinge to his
voice before hanging up, standing up, walking to the window to peer out, as he saw two figures heading off, down the road, Frisk and Papyrus.
His phone rang once again. He walked to the bed to pick it up a voice loudly greeted him from the other end, "Well? We're fucking waiting!"
Reality snapped back to him, as he quickly conjured up an excuse to cover his ass, "Right, right, calm, on my way now, had to get rid of the kids
first, y'know?" He laughed, throwing his jacket on messily, "Be there in 5, hold on to your socks til then."