Mafiatale: Don't Do This

by CaptianKate

Sans Serif meets a old friend one night at a bar and ends up having to deal with her parents, brother and sister in order to get her affection. By the way, have I mentioned Frisk Dreamurr is the old friend and her family is the leaders of the largest and most powerful mafia in all of New Home City? Lets not even mention the evil flower that works as Frisk's guard. Frans. Mafiatale.

3. Chapter 3

Undyne walked over to the two women and nodded to them.

"Boss'. You're table is right over here." She said, leading them over to an empty table that had been previously occupied by the two men who had been fighting before.

"This place is a dump." The glaring woman pointed out.

"Chara." Her companion shushed her.

"What, Frisk? You act like I should care." Chara said, crossing her arms, her back more relaxed than the other girl, who sat straight and gave Chara a look like a disapproving mother. "Undyne, bring us something to drink. Nothing too hard for Frisk."

Undyne nodded and walked over to the bar.

"Hey Grillby! The boss wants the usual!" Undyne demanded, earning a nod from the fire monster.

"Ugh, it's disappointing we come here enough to get a usual." Chara griped.

Frisk gave a small smile.

"Mom and Dad loved this bar. We come here because it's our home away from home." she explained, her voice soft and understanding. "Don't act like you don't care about this place."

Chara scoffed but Sans could see a tiny smirk she shot her sister who was laughing behind her hand. A tall human walked over to their table and from the way he walked, Sans could tell he was slightly drunk by the way he walked. The guy leaned on the table and leaned close to Frisk, not noticing the glare that Chara shot at him as soon as he leaned close.

"H-Hey babyyy~ Howz about you ditch these losers and go out with a real man?" he asked, leaning close to the brunette.

Frisk's sweet face morphed into one of disgust, matching Chara's face easily.

"I would if there were any real men in this bar." Frisk said, crossing her arms. "All I'm seeing is a low-life slob who's not worth the dirt on my shoe. Now get out of here before my sister puts a knife in your skull."

At the hint of her, Chara brandished a silver knife with a black handle and studied it. Sans took this moment to introduce himself by walking over and setting a hand on the guy's shoulder.

"Hey bud, I'd hate to have to remove you from here for bothering these lovely ladies. I'm sure you don't wanna have a bad time." Sans said, his eye lighting up with a bright blue ring that caused any hints of intoxication to disappear from the man's eyes.

"R-Right. Sorry." he mumbled before turning and walking away, stumbling slightly in his hurry to get away.

Sans nodded and let his blue eye fade to his normal pin pricks of light before he turned back to the two girls sitting at the table. He didn't flinch when Chara glared at him, stabbing the table with her knife.