Ah, a much deserved peace this morning. He adjusted his arm around his neck and let the other rest on his chest. The sofa Marauder allowed him to sleep on wasn't much different from the one he and Papyrus had in the Underground. Sans was very used to sleep on the material, he just needed a pillow. A great opportunity for me to be as lazy as I want.

Yesterday's evening had ended in the best of ways… at least, for Marauder. Honestly, he didn't know if buying a delicious hotdog and stalking the couple with Blitzo while having saved a demon from being robbed could be considered an important achievement to his collection of strange stories.

Either that, or he was simply lazy.

He didn't care much anyway.

Sans suddenly snickered. The memory from last night was still fresh. He had been waiting for the Imp to pay his goodbye to the lady, they were acting in those last moments as teenagers afraid of revealing the affection they felt for their crush. He had never felt the rush of talking with Toriel, not in the beginning at least. The need to care about a possible relationship died when Frisk started resetting after each Pacifist timeline, and it completely disappeared when the Genocide route had begun.

He swears he heard a "Fuck it!" before Marauder wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and sealed their lips together. Millie had squealed in delight from inside the car while Moxxie smiled in appreciation of the weapons dealer's courage. The funny thing was that Zoe lived near the joint they chose but Marauder, as a true gentleman, offered a quick ride.

(Newly) Boyfriend and girlfriend squeezed themselves in the same seat while the disguised human drove the truck. Sans felt quite awkward in sitting in the same cockpit as the couple, especially as they decided to engage in some smooching. His smile became very nervous behind the darkness of the hood.

"Saaanss!"

The human's eyes snapped open, he rubbed his face. Welp, so much for spending the day doing nothing.

He yawned and shook his head, the last bits of sleepiness leaving his system entirely. Sans cracked his covered bones and licked his new lips, exiting the room.

Too bad Marauder had waited for him outside the door itself. The Imp had his hands on his hips and sharp teeth gritted together, he honestly looked ready to beat the human to a pulp from how angry he appeared to be.

"What did this sans-ational human do to deserve such a welcoming morning call?"

The joke didn't have the desired effect on Marauder, not that Sans expected one in the first place. He tilted his head and put on the largest smile he possessed. If jokes wouldn't budge the glarying fortress the Imp had raised, then creepy actions would be the solution.

Marauder pursed his lips at Sans' expression and huffed. "Follow me."

He led him to the living room, where the TV had been turned on. The 666 News channel had just begun its morning segment, the animated logo and song showed themselves. Sans sat on the second sofa Marauder utilized for the living room and put his legs on the front table. The Imp took a spot beside the human.

"Good morning, I'm Katie Killjoy!"

A name, a guarantee. He hated 'people' like her, always seeking to be at the center of everyone's attention. Katie literally stinked of narcissism and Sans wasn't even in the studio to smell the air.

"And I'm Tom Trench!" The co-anchorman lightly punched the table with his gloved fist. Was the mask a mask or his face? He didn't know. What Sans knew, was that Tom wasn't as much of a dipshit as the head anchor. Sure, he possessed a perverted personality but out of the two he was the sanest.

Tom straightened his posture and was let talking by Katie. "We are going to start our morning session with a special news as we already anticipated. In Imp City, a peddler selling hotdogs was saved during a robbery by an unknown sinner possessing strange powers! The event was caught on camera by nearby witnesses and posted." Trench looked behind the camera and pointed a finger. "Roll the clip!"

Oh…

He stared at the footage with the same smile but empty black sockets. A growl and hiss came out from Marauder.

Katie followed suit. "Wow! This sinner must have arrived not that long ago if he jumped in to help an insignificant peddler. How did he gain such power? Could this be the rise of a new Overlord?" The demoness read the paper in her hands and wrote something on it. "No worries, though! The saved demon has accepted an interview. He won't be here in the studio, of which I don't fucking understand the reason, but our journalist, Garcia, is there in Imp City! Garcia?"

The image shifted to a horned demoness holding the mic. "I hear you loud and clear, Katie. We are here in Imp City to let the sinner explain in details the encounter, adding to the already fuckton of footage we have."

She neared the mic to the crocodile leaning on the cart.

"What's there to say? He came to me asking for two hotdogs, strange clothes but he payed so I can't 'criticize' his manners as a customer. These four little shits asked for a fee 'cause I stumbled in their territory and he fucked them up real good. Didn't ask for a reward, not that I mind." He glanced to the side. "Excuse me." The crocodile grabbed a long and sharp blade from his pockets and grabbed a small sinner attempting to steal the cooked food. He buried the knife in the demon's throat and blood splattered on his vest. He cleared his throat as he threw away the body. "Now I never work without a weapon. Gotta have to thank the guy for teaching me a valuable lesson. Fuckers ain't going to surprise me anymore."

"Line to the studio."

Killjoy nodded. "Thank you, Garcia. We don't have anymore informations on the unknown sinner. You all may want to watch out on the street for a newcomer in Hell. What this newcomer may bring? We'll find out!"

Marauder turned off the TV and glared at Sans.

"Uh… for once I didn't want to be the same lazy bones?"

"For once you didn't want to be the same lazy bones." He echoed. Marauder slowly got up from his seat and intertwined his fingers together. "And you didn't think about… THE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES OF THE USAGE OF YOUR POWERS IN PUBLIC?!"

He winced at Marauder's screech.

"Un-fucking-believable!" He started pacing around the room. "At first it was just Valentino, but now the majority of the Overlords out there could either ignore your existence, seek you out to secure an alliance or hunt you down! Fuck, Valentino could even ask Vox and Velvet to help him for the damn deal incident! Worst of all, I am going to be in the cross fire and…" He sighed. "What if they target Zoe too?"

Sans shrugged. "Not if they won't find me here."

"What-"

"If I get out of Imp City, maybe letting the trail cool down, I could be a bad dream or simply a demon already taken care of who somehow found a special spell or something to temporarily have more power than basic sinners." He rose. "I've done too much damage already. Maybe I can find an abandoned warehouse in Pentagram city and wait a few months in there. I won't let my actions ruin your life, Marauder. Gotta respect my responsabilities, right?"

"There… there might be someone willing to house you."

Sans raised an eyebrow.

"She's Charlie Morningstar, owner of the Hazbin Hotel… or was it Happy Hotel? Can't remember." He coughed in his hand. "Anyway, she's a strange case among the scum in Hell. The closest adjective I would use would be 'An altruistic demon of unparalleled kindness'. The daughter of Lucifer…" Marauder waved a hand at Sans' uncertain expression. "…believe me, she's basically a princess teleported out of a Disney movie. She would most likely help you and let you stay in her Hotel for as long as you need."

"Hazbin Hotel?" The name rolled on his tongue. "That's in Pentagram City, eh?"

"Yeah, I can take you there. A favour for having saved my life in the deal with Valentino and helped me with Zoe." He looked around. "No sense in waiting longer than necessary. Especially if Blitz or the MeM are going to open their mouths and gossip about you. You've got anything you placed around here you need to collect?"

Sans' fingers twitched around the I.M.P. card in his pockets. "Nah, I came here with these clothes. Nothing else."

"Good. If everything goes well, we'll be in Pentagram City for early afternoon."

Pentagram City was quite different than Imp City (why the hell did all these names end with 'city' anyway?). The main difference was a heavy concentration of sinners than Hellborn demons, Marauder explained the necessity of a true metropolis for Sinners to live in considering the easiness of humans falling in Hell rather than ascending to Heaven.

He shifted his gaze on the many shops out there. They sold everything; from food, to hair cuts, to cinemas, to guns, to drugs, to even prostitution.

Sans felt an inner disgust. The Underground civilization wasn't as expanded and advanced as this, but at the very least they were more civilized in the original sense of the word. This? This was madness. Asgore would have never allowed anything like this, despite crimes and 'sins' still present in the kingdom.

The truck stopped, pulling the human out of his daze.

"We're here."

Sans peeked out of the window at the massive structure.

"Sorry it had to end like this. Maybe we'll see each other again."

"It ain't easy to get rid of me, bud." He exited the vehicle and grabbed a bottle of ketchup from his pockets. They stopped in an autogrill on the way to Pentagram City and Marauder gave him some souls on his request. Sans took a long drink. "I'll ketchup with ya. Ya can count on that."

Marauder smiled. "Never change yourself or your jokes, Sans. And use your powers only when absolutely needed."

The truck rolled out of view.

Despite being early afternoon, there was a strange wind in the air. A chill went up his spine, but he had lived many years in Snowdin. He could endure the cold.

Sans adjusted his hood and cracked his hands.

Moment of the truth!

He stared at the neon sign. HAZBIN HOTEL.

His and Frisk's had been a very interesting tale, an Undertale.

This would be the beginning of something else.

An…

Hazbintale.

Author's note:

Title drop maybe too early, I know!

The first three chapters were more or less an entire prologue smashed together. The OCs I have introduced will be of course used later. A story doesn't need to follow a linear pattern. In my case, I introduced characters that will be fully used and explored later after their introduction and first impact.

Also, I'm working with an artist and if everything goes well, I might have an official cover!

Cool!