Sans crept behind a pile of crates. While he was looting everything he could from those crates, he made sure to keep a close eye on Papyrus. Seeing that his brother was safely behind cover, stuffing potatoes into a large sack, reassured Sans.

The skeleton brothers had a very dangerous job. Looting from the Myths could possibly get them publicly executed if caught. Monsters were not allowed anywhere inside the capital, and since Sans and Papyrus came to the capital every month to steal some food and medical supplies, there was quite a lot of security. Luckily, the head of the Myths didn't know that Sans and Papyrus were Monsters. Just thinking of what Chara would do to the innocent Monster cities in the Ruins made Sans shiver.

It was a high risk with no pay, but the skeleton brothers could perform this job better than anyone else due to Sans' ability to teleport. Not to say that he didn't like the job. Sans actually quite enjoyed the chaos that he caused when the myths find out that they'd been robbed again.

Papyrus was a little less convinced with the method they used. Stealing seemed like an underhanded trick to him, but seeing the happy faces of the monsters when they got back seemed to keep him on the job.

Sans double checked back. He had enough bandages and medicinal herbs to last Snowdin another month or two, but Papyrus wasn't done taking food items that wouldn't rot on them. This food would have to last for at least a month, or else the monsters would starve. Sans made sure to steal a couple useless items as well, just to make sure that there would be no suspicion aimed toward the monsters, who only needed necessities

Papyrus signaled that he needed at least three more minutes to take the last remaining onions from the boxes. Sans glanced around anxiously. He had a bad feeling in his gut, and missing a few onions would be better than getting discovered, which could mean death and starvation.

"Hey! Whatcha got there mister?"

Sans jumped, eye flaring with magic as he turned to face the myth who had discovered him.

The myth looked around five years old physically, but Sans wasn't fooled. Myths' standard form only represented the age they felt most comfortable in. This myth could be thousands of years old and still look like a harmless child. The myth was wearing casual clothes, striped sweater and shorts, but what caught Sans' attention was the jewelry the kid was wearing. Ornate gold bracelets and headband only belonged to a small number of myths. Sans paled in fear. Of all myths to catch him, it had to be one of the Legendary myths. This group of myths were members of Chara's armies, more specifically, the leaders of Chara's armies. And from the rubies that the gold held, this child was the second in command of the Legendaries as well. Sans became more and more frightened by the second.

"Hey mister, you don't look so good, you sure you should be stealing illegally in that state?" The myth gave him a bone-chilling stare.

Sans was frozen in place, staring at the child in horror. This was it. They were gunna die. He couldn't space hop without at least a minute or two of channeling his power and he doubted the kid would let him. He tried to sneak a look at brother to make sure they hadn't been noticed yet.

"Ah ah mister skeleton, sorry but neither of you are getting out of this. You know, Chara is awfully tired of you two and I can't just fail my mission." Even before Sans could blink, the tiny myth shot across the alley and towards Papyrus. Sans rushed after them, trying desperately to slow down the myth with his blue magic.

"Papyrus! Run!"

Papyrus looked up, still holding an onion as he was pushed to the ground by the pint sized terror. Sans doubled his efforts to slow down the myths' soul, but could not target the soul without knowing where the soul was located. He could only do that if the myth decided to show their true form, which he prayed didn't happen. They wouldn't stand a chance. Sans might be able to land a hit or two with his huge power reserve, but he definitely wouldn't be able to outlast this particular myth.

"Oh wowie! Look Sans! A myth!" Papyrus seemed a little too excited by being knocked over by a terrifyingly powerful child. Of course, that may have been because he didn't know the meaning of the jewelry like Sans.

The myth standing over Papyrus seemed equally confused by his actions, tilting their head to look down at the skeleton questioningly. Sans took the opportunity to grasp onto the myth, pulling them down to the floor.

"Sans, who's this? Did you make a new friend?" Sans groaned, at least if they died they would die together right? He watched as Papyrus got up and offered a hand to the fallen myth, who seemed to be amused by the antics of the skeletons.

"My name is Papyrus! What's your name?" The myth easily pushed Sans off of them and turned to Papyrus, accepting his hand though they were already standing, leaving Sans behind.

"I'm Frisk! Nice to meet you Mr. Skeleton." They glanced around a bit. "Sorry for the trouble, but you see, I gotta take you to Chara now because they're really angry about you stealing." The myth didn't look too upset about having to arrest them, but that was just to Sans.

Papyrus frowned, and Sans hurriedly got up to put himself between Frisk and his brother. Papyrus looked down at him, confused for a moment, but quickly turned to the myth again. "Why are they mad? Sans told me that stealing was a good thing, it makes the others really happy."

Frisk seemed to frown. "Happy? But you're breaking the law. Monsters aren't allowed in the Capital." Sans looked on anxiously as Papyrus had a very unsteady conversation with the myth.

"Oh! Oh I'm very sorry then for breaking that law. It's alright though! Sans and I were just about to leave anyway. Then we won't be breaking that law anymore!" Papyrus beamed with pride at solving the problem.

Sans began to hope as Frisks resolve seemed to waver. His brother had a knack for making other feel guilty for doing any harm against him. Frisk sighed, dragging a hand over their face as they looked at Papyrus' smiling skull. Then they sat abruptly.

Sans was shocked. Just like that? They were going to live? He gaped openly at the myth, who made a quick shooing motion.

"You're lucky you have such a nice brother mister skeleton. I know that you only do this because you have to. Just try not to get caught alright? Ooh!" Frisk's face lit up for a moment. "And come visit me okay!" Sans still stared at the myth suspiciously as he went over to pick up his bag of medical supplies. The complete one eighty in personality almost gave him whiplash.

The brothers hurriedly gathered their loot, trying to get away before the myth might change their mind. Sans always kept one eye socket on the child, suspicious of a trap. Even as they were teleported away. The child simply sat and called out one last reminder.

"Make sure you stop by here again next month!"