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Welp, I apologize about the shortness of this chapter- but it's out earlier than it would be, and I can now work on lucky chapter number 10! Love you all! (I promise next chapter will be longer, lol).
Also, if you have time, look up ASSORTEDJELLIES on Deviantart- she's a funny gal, and her ship of Sans and Drunk Bunny (aka Whitesong in my story) inspired several facets of my fanfiction. So, uh, check her out!
So yeahhhhh if nothing else, Sans and Whitesong have a history, LOL.
Chapter 9: Where You'll Go
"Sans, they won't admit her unless she's conscious, bonehead," Whitesong whispered, punching Sans in the shoulder.
She had a point: the director of Daystay would need to be able to talk to Joy to get a living situation sorted out. "Whitesong, I know, but I can't just bring her to my house-"
"And why not, Sans? Because you've got a boner for her-"
"-NO!" Sans' face flushed a deep blue- what if you weren't totally asleep yet? He turned back to look at you. You seemed like you were sleeping, at least. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Whitesong, I know what you're trying to do, and it's not working. And please, don't say stuff like that! I just don't have the heart to embarrass her right now."
Whitesong pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Sans chuckled silently: her buckteeth made whatever pouting she did look adorable rather than pissed off. "Fine Sans, but you have to stop with the jokes right now. We have to find someplace to take her, because, A: my house is too full to stuff another person in there, and B: she is not going to sleep in my car! She won't be safe in my car, and even if nothing happens, she'll flip out if she wakes up alone in my vehicle. Plus she'll freeze out here, and I just want to know she's safe!"
"The police can find someplace safe for her-"
"They'd take her to the hospital, Sans, and with how minor a problem the frostnip is, it'd be a waste of a hospital visit. More than likely, her insurance is not going to pay for this one when her last visit ended four days ago!"
Sans pinched two fingers where the bridge of his nose would be if he, well, had a nose. "If the director finds out I've taken her to my house, even for a day, Papyrus and I could be kicked out! You have to have a visitor's pass to get into the shelter if you're not a resident, and that's only open between 10 a.m. to 7 p.m.! It's not even 7 a.m. yet!"
Whitesong looked exasperated. She yell-whispered, "You don't think I know that numbskull?! I've visited plenty of times before to check up on patients. I know you don't like taking people with you when you teleport, and I know you don't like anybody knowing you can teleport. But she'll be unconscious! Well, probably. Besides, you're a smart boy. I'm sure you could cover it up anyway if she started to suspect something."
"Okay, but how am I supposed to get here out of there?"
"That one's easy- just tell anybody who questions it that she dropped her pass somewhere. She visits Daystay whenever I do, so lots of monsters and humans are used to seeing us. It'll be believable."
"I'm sorry, Whitesong. I just can't risk losing our home. It's the only place I know Papyrus will be safe."
Whitesong and Sans sat in silence. Whitesong would no longer make eye contact with Sans. He could feel guilt seeping through his bones in the form of sweat. Whitesong turned around to look at you, and Sans heard her intake her breath sharply.
"Joy, are you alright, hun?" She put her paw on your forehead, but you were already asleep. Sans turned to look too, but Whitesong's arm obstructed his view.
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know," she said, defeatedly. "But she's crying."
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Again, next chapter will be longer, I promise! :I
