After getting all of the dishes done, Sans immediately went to start the laundry. After shedding the jacket Papyrus gave him of course. He just couldn't bring himself to wear that all day. As the washing machine was going, he quickly ran over to Grillby's. He always helped getting things set up to open. As he started working, Sans hoped Grillby wouldn't say anything about him being late. Sans really didn't mean to sleep in. So he was glad Grillby wasn't much of a talker.
"Sans. How's your new master? Is he treating you well?" Grillby said, immediately proving Sans' thoughts wrong.
Sans straightened at the sudden sound of his voice. "Oh uh, well yes. Yes my master is treating me well. I am very happy to be serving him." Sans answered, using his socially correct answer. Grillby's eyes peeked over his glasses as he gave Sans a look.
Sans didn't even need to look at the fire monster to know what that look meant. Sans gave a nervous grin at Grillby. Grillby continued his stern look. "Sans. Don't give me that rehearsed, politically correct malarkey." Grillby said, then his expression turned calmer. "It's just us right now. Please tell me the truth." He continued.
Sans was quiet for a moment as he worked. He thought over what he should say. "My master is... great actually. He seems to be, nice. Truly nice. He hasn't gotten mad at me at all. He actually seems to care about my well being. It's so strange. I'm really worried." Sans finally admitted.
"That would explain the new slippers." Grillby commented. A playful smirk appeared on his face as he pointed to the white slippers Sans was still wearing. Sans looked down and blushed madly. His entire face turned blue in embarrassment.
"I forgot to take those off! I'm so sorry Mr. Grillby sir! I didn't mean to! I wasn't thinking! My master gave them to me and I forgot to take them off! I'm sorry!" Sans exclaimed in fear of angering Grillby. He then looked confused as Grillby chuckled from watching Sans freak out.
"Sans, it's fine. I'm just joking around. I'm glad you're finally wearing something on your feet. You always get splinters in your feet bones from working bare footed. And remember, just call me Grillby." The fire monster said. He chuckled a bit more, still finding Sans' reaction humorous.
Sans calmed down a bit but was still blushing. But now from embarrassment of Grillby messing with him. He should of known. But it was second nature to react that way for him. Slaves aren't supposed to wear shoes or anything more then the minimum. Unless told otherwise by their masters.
"But all joking aside, I'm requiring you to wear those when you work here. I don't want to force you to let me help get out splinters anymore. You shouldn't have to put yourself through that." Grillby said seriously with a look of concern.
"Of course Grillby." Sans agreed. He momentarily worried about what other monsters would think. What if a strong monster got angry at him? That wouldn't be good.
Sans decided not to think about it as he finished up. He said goodbye to Grillby and quickly walked back to the house. He decided to just loose himself in the habitual tasks of cleaning and house keeping. Sometimes, loosing himself in something so familiar was comforting.
Sans finished up the laundry, and began dusting the place. He looked around for the feather duster. He got nervous as the only place he hasn't looked, was his master's room. He didn't know if it was ok to go into his master's room or not. Some masters he had wanted him to clean their room. But there were some masters who didn't want him to go anywhere near their room.
Sans started to breath quickly, nearly hyperventilating. So he put his hand over his chest and used blue magic on his own soul. He slowly began to calm down. Usually he was nervous to use magic, but he was alone. Although usually this kind of magic on his soul also made him nervous. But not when it was himself doing it. It helped calm him. It was just enough to feel like a hug.
Once he was ok he shakily went into Papyrus's room. He had his eyes shut. He peeked one eye open and then both eyes opened. He looked around the room. It looked kind of...
"Childish." Sans said out loud. Then he quickly covered his mouth. He should never say that in front of his master. That would not be good.
Naturally Sans went over to the only door in the room, which he guessed was a closet. He opened it and noticed clothing, confirming that it was indeed the closet. He gently moved clothing aside as he looked for a duster. It wasn't long before he found one and closed the closet door.
He wondered where he should start. Perhaps he should start right here? Or maybe end here so it will be easier to put the duster away? After a short moment of thinking, he decided to start in the room that needed dusting the most, and work his way from there. So Sans began dusting in his new room. His master Papyrus did say it hasn't really been used in a while.
Meanwhile, Papyrus was training with Undyne. He threw bone attacks at her and she threw spears at him. He would turn her soul blue and she would turn his green. It was a long push and pull. Being captain of the royal guard, Undyne had a lot more strength over the skeleton. But he countered that with his creative strategy. Sometimes it seemed like he was playing instead of fighting.
"So, I heard you got yourself a new little servant. Finally taking my advice I see." Undyne said while they sparred, a smirk on her face.
"How did you hear about that? I just did that yesterday!" Papyrus exclaimed as he dodged the overly aggressive fish monster. He preformed his own counter attack.
"Let's just say I got eyes and ears everywhere, Pap. I know who you got too. Heh, good luck with that one. I had him once." Undyne replied.
"Really? You were nice to him right?" Papyrus asked. Even though his voice was full of concern, the look in his eyes was different. It expressed a protectiveness that would react if Undyne said the wrong thing.
"He has one hp Papyrus, I can't be careless. Besides, I don't believe in hitting servants. They have low health, one wrong hit could kill them. But that's not the point, I wanted to tell you that he's a difficult one. You can't assume anything with this guy. He doesn't do anything unless you tell him to. And you have to tell him exactly how you want him to do it." Undyne said with a slightly more concerned tone in her voice.
Papyrus looked to the side for a moment before getting back into the fight. "I have noticed that. He's so scared and that just breaks my heart to see. I know he's had previous masters, bleh I hate that term, before. And I got a feeling they weren't very nice to him. And that just, gets my blood boiling." Papyrus said. His attacks subconsciously got more aggressive as he thought about monsters abusing Sans.
The tall skeleton froze and stopped himself before he seriously hurt Undyne. "I'm sorry Undyne. You know how I feel about all of this, political mess. It just gets me so mad! Does a monster's stats really have to be literally everything down here!? Sure we're not all born equal, but we're made equal! Right?" Papyrus began to rant, completely forgetting of the fight.
Undyne got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "And you know I've told you the reasons why it is the way it is. Only a really strong soul can get passed the barrier. The only hope we have is getting stronger. If we're stronger, we might be able to break the barrier." She explained. Papyrus let out a sigh.
"I know I know. And monsters who are so fragile that one hit could kill them, can't get stronger. I know. You've said that. But it doesn't mean I have to like it." He said, crossing his arms.
"I'm not saying you have to. You know, you're different from any monster I know. I think, if there was a way to change things down here, you could do it." Undyne said. Papyrus let out a laugh.
"Nyeh heh. Don't get soft on me now, Undyne." He said. Undyne grabbed him and began giving his skull a noogie.
"Like I could ever go soft, you bonehead!" She said as she noogie'd him.
"Ah! Don't noogie the skeleton please!" Papyrus exclaimed. Undyne then let go and gestured towards her house. "Come on numbskull, it's time for your cooking lesson." She said.
At the house, Sans continued cleaning the house. He cleaned way more than he was supposed to. He neatly left the slippers upstairs in his room. Currently he was cleaning in the kitchen, making the floor so clean they could eat off of it instead of the table. He got everything clean, he was just going overboard with it. It was the first full day with his new master, he had to make a good impression. To show he could do things and was valuable. He always did this the first day.
"Hey Sans. Yeah buddy? Why are skeletons so calm? I don't know bud, why are skeletons so calm? Because, nothing gets under their skin!" Sans laughed as he scrubbed the floor. "Really? I thought it was because they didn't have the guts to get mad. No no Sans, you're mistaken. They don't have the stomach for it." Sans laughed again.
"You're right bud. I'm a real numbskull to think that. I swear I'm brainless. Now Sans, you shouldn't think so hollow of yourself. It's true buddy, I really am a bonehead." Sans continued to laugh. He laughed so much that he didn't notice when Papyrus came in.
The taller skeleton was going to speak up when he first came in. But hearing Sans laugh and seeing him actually smile was... really nice. Pap had a feeling Sans wouldn't be this relaxed if he knew the other was around. The place looked amazing though. Sans even got that one stain out that Papyrus kept hidden by the couch.
Pap leaned against the door frame. He liked seeing Sans happy much more than how he's been so far. He didn't know Sans liked to tell jokes so much. Papyrus could tell great jokes! Hearing and seeing Sans this happy and at home sparked a newfound goal inside Papyrus. He shall work very hard to make Sans as comfortable and happy with him as he is right now! He promises!
Papyrus then snapped to attention as Sans got up. "Phew. That's done. But I'm not all washed up yet. I gotta pour the bucket and make sure it's ready for use next time." Sans said. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his stomach rumble.
Well, really his magic, but it was the same noise coming from the same location. It reminded him that he hasn't eaten since breakfast. "Heh, I guess I was to busy to eat. Maybe I could make something? Master could be coming home at any time." Sans then said.
He wondered for a moment if that would be ok. He was still worried about doing something that would make his master mad. Sans took a moment to think things through. He grabbed the handle of the bucket of now dirty water and began waddling it to the sink. The bucket was heavy and he was short.
Papyrus began to walk in when he saw Sans struggle a bit with lifting the bucket up. Pap didn't want Sans to struggle with something if he was here to help. But the words caught in his throat as Sans got the bucket up and poured the water down the drain.
"I could of helped you with that if you wanted." Papyrus spoke up. Sans nearly jumped to the roof.
"GAH! M-Master!" Sans exclaimed, dropping the now empty bucket.
"Oh I'm sorry! I should of cleared my throat before I spoke. My apologies." Papyrus said. He quickly picked up the bucket before Sans could.
"N-No. It's, it's ok. You shouldn't apologize mast- P-Papyrus. I should of known when you were g-going to come home." Sans stuttered out. Papyrus quietly took a breath.
'It's only the first day, he'll come around at some point.' Papyrus thought. Then he grinned. "Well, since the house is clean, I have my puzzles to check now. Would you like to come with me? I would like it if you came with." Papyrus asked.
"Yes Papyrus. I will enjoy going with you." Sans replied. It was another rehearsed line. Papyrus wasn't naive. Well, everything starts somewhere, he supposed.
