My name is Sans, Sans Seraph. I was washing the dishes as Frisk chatted with Tori and Paps. Even with the cheery atmosphere, my clairvoyance was telling me something bad. I pause for a second to let the picture sink in. After seeing what happens, I open the window. I can't see what happens exactly but I can see at least enough to prevent it.

BANG!

The plate in hand shatters due to a crystal shard that was blasted through the window. Heh, hit men are back. These men don't know when to stop. Verdict may be my inside man but he has his limits to persuading them to stop attacking me. It is getting annoying but I have to stop them. I pick up the shard that broke the plate. It was green and cold, it radiated a uneasy feeling. I used my detective ability to see where it came from. The bullet was from Silver Peak mountain.

"SANS, WHAT WAS THAT!" Papyrus screamed. I thought of another excuse to escape just like always. "I uuhh.. broke the plate. I'll just clean it up and buy a new plate." I lie like always.

I use my telekinesis to put the plates in the trash and headed for my room. I change into more of a casual attire: a crimson red fur-lined jacket and black white-striped jogging pants. I put on my hood as I exit the room. "Paps, I'm headin' out to get a new plate."

I walk down the stairs and head for the door. Frisk was giving me a warm smile as I passed. I couldn't help but return one. Before I open the door, I look back, seeing Frisk, Tori and Paps having a good time.

I open the door, I prepared a shortcut from the door to Silver Peak mountain. I closed the door and woosh!

The hit men group leader was scolding the sniper that missed. "Idiot! That was our only chance! Everyone, head back to base before he gets here." He yells at the top of his lungs. Their informant and guide, a high ranking gangster in the organization, was the first to run off, actually, he ran off a long time ago.

"Well, too late for that." I tease as I relax on a rock. Their numbers have grown, before there was twenty of them sent before, now, there are about fifty of these guys. All of them simultaneously readied their magic.

"Oh God no..." The leader says. I sense strong magic from him. Eh, a Demon class monster, first time they sent one since I slaughtered the last one about five attacks ago. I don't know why they want me other than to dissect me since I'm the result of the Angel Project.

I summon my two reinforced bone katanas and start the party.

"So, Papyrus, what was Sans before he was a comedian?" Frisk asks

"BELIEVE IT OR NOT, SANS WAS A PART OF THE ELITE FORCES. HE WAS ACTUALLY THE ONE THAT THOUGHT ME HOW TO FIGHT." Papyrus replies.

"Oh, really?" Frisk was set back.

"YEAH, IT IS QUITE SURPRISING KNOWING SANS WAS A MEMBER OF THE SOLDIERS THAT FOUGHT AGAINST REVOLUTIONARIES AND TERRORIST UNTIL YOU HEAR HIS SPECIAL ABILITIES." Papyrus answers.

"Special abilities?" Tori asks.

"SANS HAS MANY PASSIVE ABILITIES BUT ONLY FIVE ARE ACTUALLY HIS. ONE OF THEM IS CALLED SOUL STEAL. IT WILL MAKE HIM ATTAIN THE ABILITIES OF ANYONE HE KILLS. HE MAY BE MISTER NICE GUY NOW BUT BEFORE HE WAS QUITE THE DEVIL. HE WAS CLASSIFIED A DEVIL CLASS MONSTER BEFORE BUT WHEN I TURNED TWELVE, HE QUIT. I NEVER KNEW WHY, NEVER ASKED WHY, I DIDN'T ARGUE WITH HIM TO STAY SINCE... IT WASN'T THE MORALLY RIGHT JOB IF YOU DISREGARD FIGHTING THE EVILDOERS. HE ASKED THE CLASS MANAGERS TO TURN HIM INTO A SIMPLE GHOUL CLASS MONSTER."

Verdict, the informant and my spy, was waiting for me in our usual meeting place. He used to be a part of the group that attacks me. It was fifty years ago. The assault was taken to a near by village. Chaos was spreading, I saw him escape the attack to save a little girl that was caught up in the rain of bullets and magic. I helped him. He explained to me that he needed money to help his daughter who was suffering from a brain tumor. I decided to make a deal. He can keep the hit men of my trail but keep it secretive so he can keep getting payed. And if he starts getting suspicion, lead them to me and I'll deal with the rest. He had brown hair that was a part of the line of spikes going down his back and tanned skin which had hairs that resemble the spikes but are useless.

He turns when he hears me approach. He took a moment to gaze at the evaporating black, blue, red, and multicolored blood and the thick layer of dust and ashes on my shoulders and jacket. He smiles when he sees my signature smirk.

"Want a smoke?" He asks me and I nod. He gives me a cigarette and I light it up with my fire magic that I stole. "So, what's up?" I question. "Not much, Leono is fuming again since a experiment escaped." Verdict replies before taking a puff. "Eh, experiment?" I ask. "Yeah, they were experimenting with boss monster souls. It worked but whatever they were working on escaped." He answers and rests his head on his hand. "What does it look like? I'm sure they gave the description to everyone if they wanted to find it." I ask another question. "It's a girl. Around five feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, with horns pointing backwards." Verdict replies. "Thanks. Wish you luck then." I say and shortcut to a place that sells plates.

I step on my cigarette as I proceed to find a good place to get a shortcut back home. The plate I bought was quite extravagant and expensive but I paid no mind since I was in a hurry to get back home and asks Frisk a few questions. The sun was high in the sky with no cloud in sight, which was quite unusual in Snowdin. The streets were a bit less populated since some monsters who weren't used to the heat were practically melting.

"Sans." I hear a voice in the alley way. I looked over my shoulder and I saw a man in a cloak. "Kirk needs to settle things." I sighed and turned. "What is it now, Bludy?" I said in a exhausted tone. "Come. He wants to deal with you himself."

"Fine." I followed him into the alley way. He climbed up a ladder but I wasted no time and took a shortcut to the roof. Afterwards, he jumped to the next building and vaulted over a over multiple obstacles with me tailing not far behind. He jumped the roof and latched on to a bar and swung into a dark building. I put down the plate on a table on the roof. I asked the lady who was doing hr laundry on the roof to keep an eye on the plate for me before diving into the shady estate myself.

"So, comedian, you're hear." Kirk says. The large ogre monster who was the owner of the famous casino in Snowdin, The Smoking Chimney,sat on a large chair though for others it was more of a couch. He wore a nice suit with a blue necktie that matched his blue skin. "Yello, Kirky." I greet. He grunts and takes out a large sack and dropped it on the floor. Inside the bag was about 900k gold or more. The coins flooded out of the opening. "Sans, you have been a very valued customer of ours but you... aren't good for business." He states and takes out a large record out of his bag. "This whole thing is a record of all the unfortunate incidents that we had involving you at The Smoking Chimney. Thirty fights due to your opponents losing, using your magic in gambling fifty times, and five acts of robbery. Don't think that we haven't noticed your behavior. For the brother of the sheriff, you are quite the trouble maker. When we reported this, all of the casinos in the entire country filed ban but they knew that it would be much harder than that to keep out out with your abilities. So, we offer you this sack of ten percent of gold of all of the casinos in the U.S. to never enter a single casino in your life."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" I reply. "Hey, you want to be arrested, be my guess." A man says from my side. "I'm officer Bulkerd Marallyogre and it has been commanded that if you do not agree to this you will be put under police custody." The green goblin monster states. "Who invited this whacko?" I say. " What did you say, maggot!?" Officer Bull Turd shouts.

"Fine, I'll take the gold"

After the encounter, I take the gold and my plate and zip back to the house.