Note: I originally posted this story on AO3. Somewhere during the transfer process, it deleted some of the lines. I fixed it but I'd suggest reading this story on AO3 at this link: /works/7568074/chapters/17217067 just in case.
This chapter is in Sans' POV.
Sans quietly followed Papyrus through the backyard gate, stepping across the cobblestones that led to the patio. He yawned, squinting as the Tiki lights permeated his eyesight. The whole horde of the Monster mafia was gathered in his backyard; something he didn't mind, but at this hour, it annoyed him. He didn't entertain the fact that he was hours late to his 'own party.' Mettaton is such a liar, Sans thought, chugging his beer and throwing it into a conveniently-placed trashcan. The only time he threw a party for him was when he wanted something.
Sans pondered what this something could be as he and Papyrus were showered with greetings and praises. Mettaton had yet to notice him; the robot sat idly in the grass (with a blanket under him, of course), next to what appeared to be a… human? Sans dragged himself out of the group of friends that had gathered around him, giving them a lame excuse. The torchlight faced opposite from you, so he couldn't quite see your face. Frankly, this didn't bother him too much, but it surprised him that Mettaton had a human friend. He decided to sit back and watch for a bit from a little ways.
Mettaton stood up suddenly. The robot seemed concerned for you - much more than he usually was. Sans knew he cared for all monsters… but there was something about his eyes. He couldn't put a finger on it…
"Y/N, want something to eat?"
"Sure," the human murmured. Sans looked at you and instantly stiffened. You looked like the slutty human he saw last night… No, he thought, Mettaton would never bring a 'coworker' with him here… It was strictly against their silent code they shared. Sans made it perfectly clear how much he despised sex workers; and Mettaton understood, to an extent. They had managed to maintain their friendship, and Mettaton made sure his 'activities' never interfered with his life. He quickly chalked it up to coincidence; besides, you didn't even have the same hair.
"Help yourself, darling," Mettaton gestured towards the plate of hotdogs. The hotdogs were no doubt appetizing. He placed a hand on your back. Time for get dunked on, kiddo, he thought bitterly. Oh, how he despised humans.
Oh, how I loved to scare the living hell out of them . . .
"ya, help yourself, slut," he grinned widely, making sure to show off his canines. Your eyes met his empty sockets. Before he could see your face more clearly, you fainted at his feet and Mettaton whisked you off into the house. A cool bead of sweat rolled down his skull… he had a bad feeling about this…
"you did what?!" Sans nearly choked on his drink.
"I know what you're thinking," Mettaton said calmly, massaging his shoulders even deeper. That didn't help much. "But they've been through a lot and heaven forbid I leave them on the streets-"
"yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that there is a human staying in my house." Sans clutched the armrests of his chair; he really was trying to restrain himself. Breath, he thought to himself. The other monsters were beginning to look worried. Their conversations had stopped altogether. It truly pained him to see how much he could scare his fellow monsters, but he couldn't help it. He'd seen too much shit to not be as careless as he once was.
"Sansy…," Mettaton murmured, "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but it was the right thing to do! I'll pay you back doubly; besides, it was only a few days…"
Sans sighed. "i guess you're right, MTT." He let out a breath as Mettaton's gloved hands worked on his neck. The monsters at his table continued their chatter. "you don't have ta pay me back… if you're alright with 'em, then i'm sure they're not too bad…"
That was before he saw your face. You - the person who had clear ulterior motives the moment you laid eyes on him. The whore who dared look at him like he was a bag of money. You, whom had chosen the wrong place to stay. Sans could hardly believe his eye sockets. There you were, sleeping soundly under the dim lighting of his house like a doll. Your eyes moved rapidly beneath your eyelids. He watched stiffly, contemplating the things he could do to make you suffer.
A metal arm pushed him back. Sans growled. The black-and-pink robot gently pressed a cool rag of water on your face like a medic treating a fallen soldier.
"Give them a break," Mettaton sighed, "I know you don't like most humans, but…"
His other words fell on deaf ears.
ya, i'll give 'em a break alright…, he thought bitterly, a break in their neck. Sure, you weren't the first slut he had encountered. Plenty of prostitutes begged for his attention, assuming he would be easy money. Hell, it was obvious Sans was very well off on his own. Still, it annoyed him to no end how many sluts were willing to hop on his dick for some quick cash.
And you were the first to be in his house.
Sans begrudgingly studied the way Mettaton's hands caressed your cheeks, smoothed your hair and fixed any loose threads. It bothered him.
"did they work with you?" he murmured quietly.
"No," the robot answered smoothly, "They're just a friend of mine…"
"So… they're not a prostitute?" Sans asked. Of course, he knew the answer but he wondered if Mettaton knew or not.
"Sans," he sighed, but didn't quite meet his eye, "Look at them. Do they look like they could be a sex worker?"
The look on Mettaton's face said it all. He was right. Sans stole a quick glance at you. Honestly, your face looked a little too innocent to be a prostitute… maybe that was because you were asleep. He would be lying if he didn't say you were easy on the eyes, but he stopped his train of thought before it got any further.
So, Sans left you and Mettaton in peace. You'd pay your debts soon enough.
When Sans went outside, the night was beginning to wind down. A few monsters left, but the majority stayed. He plopped himself down at a bonfire circle… Nice Cream played a ukulele, which immediately stop. Everyone looked at him for a second before resuming their conversations. The beautiful melody continued, but now a little strained. He didn't get why they treated him so differently now… He never mistreated them. Maybe it was the whole mafia boss thing. Of the few monsters who hadn't changed, Undyne was one of them.
"What's up, dorkoid?" She grinned toothily at him. Sans cracked a smile.
"'sup, Undyne," he muttered. He took a swig from his beer, scanning the area around him. huh. could have sworn i saw Alphys around here... "Where'd Alphys go?"
"Home." Undyne frowned, looking away. Ever since the Monster mafia started, Alphys and Undyne had drifted apart. Of course, Alphys helped where she could and volunteered her medical skills on occasion. But Sans knew it was a coverup to keep tabs on Undyne.
"s'rry," he murmured. She stole a drink from his beer, turning to him.
"Nah, no reason to be," she grunted. "Can't help it if she can't see the big picture," Undyne nodded to the scene before them. Truly, there was a peace here that they wouldn't find anywhere else. Silhouettes of monsters of every kind danced in the firelight, while others chose to sit and relax. Even Mad Dummy was enjoying himself. Truth be told, the secluded neighborhood they lived in was much better off than most monster neighborhoods.
"Heh, but who knows what that is…"
"Whatcha mean?"
"sometimes i wonder if what i'm doing is worth it…" his voice lowered, circling a finger around the rim of his bottle. "you see how they look at me… how they're scared of me…"
"Stop yourself right there, Robinhood," Undyne nudged him with a wink. 'Robinhood' was an ongoing nickname for him. "They're just impressed with your badass power."
Sans shrugged. He's killed people and monsters before… Papyrus never killed a monster. Not one. Although he's had his fair share of humans, too, he never saw the whites of their eyes as their soul perished… he was graced with the detachment of a sniper gun. He shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind. Not now.
"I'm gonna go check on the human that nobody told me about," Sans looked pointedly at her as he stood.
"Yeah… sorry, bone-boy, but you'll see why when you getta know 'em," Undyne chuckled uneasily. He had a feeling Mettaton made her keep his little 'secret.' He snorted, waving lazily at the monsters as he left. Sans walked to behind a bush, teleporting right into the middle of the living room.
And, behold. Your trembling fingers hugged the doorknob. He grimaced with disgust; you looked like, well, a prostitute on the prowl with how loose your clothes were. night out in the town, eh?
"leaving so soon?"
You jumped, instantly apologizing, "I-I'm sorry f-for staying too long, I-"
"you look nicer without that shitty wig on," he remarked, then immediately tagged on, "but i don't want your dirty money," so that you knew you wouldn't get an easy way out. He wondered if that would excite or disappoint a fervent whore such as yourself.
"Then... what do you want?" Your face was unreadable, which bothered him. Most humans could be read like an open book, but there was nothing to suggest a motive other than asking for a straight answer. The question itself was innocent enough, but Sans wondered if there was an underlying message.
"heh," his eyes darkened at the thought. He yanked your arm up, a low growl resonating at the back of his throat. He pulled you up to his face so that you stood on your tiptoes.
"still up on that offer?"
The look on your face satisfied him. You struggled with your words, face blank with fear. Sans dropped your arm, grinning casually. Maybe that would stop you from flirting with him again.
"humans, so easily frightened…" His fingers reached for the familiar texture of a cigar, lighting it up and taking a drag. You stared. Sans stared back, sizing you up. Like all humans, your flesh was fragile and soft. Breakable. It would be no problem to kill you right there. like a bloody accident...
"heh... if you haven't noticed, this party was for you ." He wondered what was so special about you that Mettaton lied behind his back to keep you here. You seemed confused. He chuckled, "you really think MTT gives a shit about me? you might as well enjoy it."
Sans took a puff from his cigar. You continued to stare. It made him wonder what was going through your mind; then, he realized, it was probably best not to know. He wished you'd just disappear and be someone else's problem.
"go ahead," Sans pointed to the sliding glass door. He caught the lanky shadow of his brother and his joints stiffened. "but don't try anything - i don't need some dirty whore flirtin' with my brother." If anyone, it'd better not be him, his face contorted in disgust. He felt your eyes on his back as he slipped out the door.
Papyrus was in the midst of running after a Frisbee. He paused when he saw Sans and waved at him before being tackled to the ground by Greater Dog. Sans smirked, but couldn't bring himself into a better mood.
i try to impartial to everything, Sans thought, but prostitutes? fuck, that's impossible. Even though he didn't say it out loud, the word prostitute still gave him a bad taste in his mouth. It disgusted him to think you stayed under his roof; who knows what sexual acts you could have done in his house? Cigar in hand, he sat in his black Adirondack chair. Sans took a long drag, slowly blowing smoke from his mouth. Hopefully the crisp night air and this exotic cigar would cool his nerves. He flicked off some ash with his bony hand. Truthfully, Sans was quite satisfied with his reputation as a mafia boss. It had its perks. Sometimes the cons seemed to outweigh the pros.
"SANS!" A lanky figure blocked the porchlight. Papyrus was clad in slacks, suspenders, and a red dress shirt, similar to the attire Sans currently wore. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GETTING ASH ON THE PATIO? I WANT TO KEEP THIS PLACE CLEAN!"
Sans shrugged in response, biting the cigar at the corner of his mouth. "heh. no need to get butt-hurt."
Papyrus let out a sound between a growl and a scream, rolling his eyes. "AR-UGGHHH!"
"pap, chill… there's a human nearby, you'll scare 'em." He almost chuckled at his own hypocrisy.
"REALLY?" Papyrus remarked; he crossed his arms, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "A FOOLISH HUMAN, IF THAT WERE THE CASE."
"foolish, indeed," Sans smirked, taking another drag, "they're inside if you wanna take a look."
"THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY," he turned down the offer to Sans' surprise. "METTATON HAS INFORMED ME THAT HE'LL BE INVESTIGATING THE SITUATION HIMSELF."
Sans blinked in surprise; well, props to him for convincing papyrus not to hunt the human down, he thought.
Thanks for reading. Tell me if there's anything you'd like to see in upcoming chapters, I'm open to anything. I hope I wrote his POV pretty decent.
