SHATTER.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, CONNOR?!"

Feet pounding on the ground. A weak, broken sword flying. Another shatter.

"WHAT'S WRONG? YOU THINK I'M GOING TO KILL YOU?!"

A zip sound. Orange, black, and blue.

"No. I'm going to do something much, much worse."

A ear piercing scream.

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Chapter 10

A Little Chat.

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I gasped, reaching up and clutching my chest. My usual shirt was resting on my torso, with the "Fusion Jacket" laying on the other side of the room. My necklace hinge loosely around my neck, as usual.

I sighed, willing the magic in my right eye calm down. It did by just a bit, dulling down to a soft glow.

Oh yeah, that was a thing. Apparently, depending on who was in control of my body, the light to our corresponding eye would be the one that lit up. I had right, Sans had left.

One look at my mind told me that Sans wasn't up yet. I was thankful, because being with another person 24/7 got sickening real quick. I needed a break from the minor chaos of day-to-day life.

"SANS! GIVE ME THE REMOTE!"

"Well, you technically have the remote."

"HUMAN SANS! QUIT BICKERING WITH YOURSELF AND COME EAT YOUR SPAGHETTI!!"

I smiled sadly, grabbing my jacket and throwing it on. I slipped my slippers onto my feet, and went out the door of our room. We took Sans', of course, and since Frisk had no where else to go, they stayed with us, sleeping on that ratty old couch. Sans didn't quite trust me around Papyrus yet, but I hoped that would change soon.

I hopped down through the broken part of the railing, as we still hadn't fixed it since our little.. "Tussle." I landed on my feet with shocking grace only Sans usually possesses.

I flipped up my hood and headed out the front door, looking down. The snow crunched lightly as I walked east, yawning. I got next to no sleep last night, but I'd trade sleep for some time alone.

I scratched my head as I came to the brightly-lit building I wanted to go to. It was open, as it usually was.

I opened the door, feeling exhausted. I plopped down at Sans' usual counter seat, letting the hood cover my face. I only used my skeleton hand, keeping the other shoved deep in my pocket.

Grillby walked through the fire exit, looking at me with a confused expression. He took his spot behind the counter, glancing at me.

".. Sans..?"

I nodded, shifting my voice down a few octaves in order to sound like Sans. "Uh, yeah. I would like a double order of eggs, please. And Honey Mustard." I kept my right eye shut behind the shadow of my hood, and kept a wide grin on my face. Grillby cocked an eyebrow, but I wasn't too keen on letting Grillby know I fused with Sans.

He shrugged, going to the fire exit to grab the fries and condiment. I breathed out a sigh of relief. He didn't notice.

Grillby came back with the fries, setting them down in front of me. I immediately grabbed one out of instinct.

Unfortunately, instinct told me to use the hand actually having flesh on it.

I froze. A couple moments of silence, before Grillby's flames got brighter.

"W-Wait!" I stammered out, "I-I can explain! I-I just-"

He raised his hand to silence me, sighing. His flames died back down to their usual intensity.".. I was just removing the shadow so I could see your face.."

I blinked, then slammed my hand into my forehead. Why didn't I think that would happen? I groaned and lay my head flat on the table.

Grillby shrugged, before grabbing a glass cup from behind the counter and rubbing the inside with a old wash rag. An old habit, Sans told me.

I sighed. "S-Sorry to lie to you, Grillby, but-"

He laughed lightly, an old sound. It was just a louder version of the crackling fire. I lifted my head up and cocked a brow.

"It's quite alright, really." He said, smiling lightly. "I just needed to see if what I've heard was true."

I cocked an eyebrow. "What you heard..?"

He nodded, looking to the glass he was cleaning. "I heard a human and a monster fused. Never thought that monster would be Sans, though."

I looked to the side, grimacing. "Good thing word didn't get out that it was Sans. People would've had a fit."

Grillby nodded along, still washing the glass. ".. You know, I'm actually good friends with Sans."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know." Grillby looked at me, seemingly confused. "I-I mean, he's told me! He's told me you two are great friends!"

He narrowed his eyes, before setting the glass down. "Look, I'm sorry about the fusion. But if it makes you feel any better, it could've been worse. You could've fused with Undyne. Or Snowdrake. Or, god forbid.." He shivered slightly, despite being made of fire. "... Mettaton."

I laughed hard, grinning almost as wide as Sans. "Thanks Grillbz. I needed that."

"Don't mention it."

A ring, followed by Main Theme from Shovel Knight.I pulled my phone out of my right jacket pocket. It was Papyrus.

I hit the "answer call" button, bringing the phone up to my ear.

"Heya, Paps, what's up?"

"HUMAN SANS! Where have you been?! I've been looking everywhere!"

I shrugged, though he couldn't see it. "I'm at Grillby's, why?"

"YOUR PATROL STARTS IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES, THAT'S WHY!"

I glanced to my phone's clock. Just as he said, it was 8:20, ten minutes before my shift. I collected my fries and dropped a bag of gold onto the counter.

Grillby seemed temporarily stunned, so I took the opportunity to spring out of there and towards my work station.

Man, Papyrus is gonna kill me..!