Okay, so I kinda misinterpreted the time it would take for me to make enough money to fix up Sans' and Papyrus' home. By about four years. But I still got the job done regardless. I made enough Gold to fix up the brothers' home and then some; turns out pillows, blankets, and clothing sewed by spider silk was very popular among most monsters living in Snowdin Town and the nearby area of Waterfall, and over time I perfected my sewing skills and became quite the famous little seamstress. Talk about feeding two birds with one seed, eh?

I got to see Sans' and Papyrus' brand-new house once it was finished, and it looked absolutely amazing. The main room was turned into a living room complete with freshly painted walls, a beautifully soft carpet, and a sofa and television. The room in the back was made into a kitchen and the rooms on the second floor were turned into each brothers' bedrooms. Papyrus' room had a lot of little action figures, posters, a closet, and his very own real bed. I decided to treat the little guy by spending a few extra Gold to buy him a race car bed, and needless to say he absolutely adored it. It was so adorable watching him pretend to drive around in it! Of course the only thing that put a damper to the good mood was his anxiety around me. I wasn't new to accidentally triggering one's arachnophobia, so I just gave him enough space to let him do his thing worry-free.

Sans' room didn't have nearly as much stuff as Papyrus'. Unless, of course, you count all the piles of laundry and papers on the floor. The little guy never was good at keeping anything clean. But he was happy in his newly renovated room, so I guess it didn't matter much. Just so long as he and his baby brother were happy.

Oh, did I mention that I also bought Papyrus an entire bookshelf of books? Sans managed to buy a few books with the remaining 750G from a few years back to get him started with learning how to read, so I decided to get him a few more advanced books for when he got older like puzzle and recipe books. At this point, all the books from his childhood were donated because he was a bit too old for them. All the books, that is, except for one called "Peek-a-Boo with Fluffy Bunny." How adorable is that?

Now that Sans' and Papyrus' house was perfect, it was time for me to head back to earning money to move myself and the spiders out of the Ruins and into Hotland where the rest of the spiders lived. It took a very long time, but thankfully both the skeletal brothers were kind enough to donate a third of their earnings from working as sentries for the captain of the Royal Guard to me when they were old enough for the positions. It filled me up with pride seeing Sans and his little brother growing up happy and healthy in a much better environment. Needless to say, by the end of it all, Sans and I had become best friends. I was also acquaintances with Papyrus; the only thing holding back our own friendship was, of course, his arachnophobia. I've learned to accept it nevertheless.

A few years passed since I moved myself and a majority of the spiders to Hotland. A few of them stayed behind in the Ruins because there just wasn't enough money to transport them as well. Now I'm working as a baker and a seamstress to raise enough money to bring them to Hotland as well. I used to pay Sans regular visits, but ever since my business had become so popular with all the monsters it had been getting harder and harder to find time to visit until eventually I just couldn't any longer. It really tore me up, not being able to visit my best friend all the way in Snowdin Town, but we both had jobs to do.

Over time, I felt it was time to spawn a new spider monster. I was the last of my kind as my mother and father had disappeared without a trace decades ago, and I learned that regular spiders can breed with spider monsters. (Don't ask how it's done, not even I fully understand the concept.) At the age of thirty-three, I had given birth to a beautiful baby girl: Muffet.

Everything was absolutely perfect. Well, almost everything. No matter how much I did for Sans and his little brother, I still felt I didn't do nearly enough to repay him for rescuing me back in our youth. Almost immediately I knew what to make him. I remembered all those years ago that makeshift pillow with the crunchy leaves that would poke through the fabric and stick into the back of my neck. I decided to make Sans a much better pillow, one that required only the most delicate and beautiful of stitching at the seams. And I would stuff it with the white down feathers of my own favorite pillow. Sure, using cotton found at the Dump and blow-dried wouldn't be nearly as soft, but my best friend deserved the best of the best.

I was lucky to have the afternoon off the day after I finished crafting the pillow. The spiders agreed to care for Muffet while I was out of town, and I made my way to Snowdin Town in haste, excited to see my friend again after all these years.

The town was, of course, cold. But there weren't any snowstorms to blind me. Thank goodness for that. I trotted my way through the town, receiving a few stares from passersby; well, it's not common for spider monsters to visit such cold areas after all.

I trotted up the few steps to the brothers' door and knocked on it a few times. A very loud, "COMING!" was soon heard, and my eyes widened in surprise. There was no way that could've been Sans. It must have been Papyrus then; he was quite the loud and boisterous child after all.

The door opened, and I was surprised to find I actually had to look up to see the younger skeletal monster's face. He was wearing a rather impressive set of clothes: a plate of white armor over his ribs made of fabric and blue shorts with crimson gloves and boots. The most distinctive feature was his orange cape that majestically flowed in the nonexistent wind. I had to admit right then and there, he looked so cool.

"Greetings! How can I, the Great Papyrus, help you toda-AAAAH!" He let out a cry of fright upon looking down at me, and I was reminded yet again of his arachnophobia. Apparently he still hadn't gotten over his fear of spiders. This did make me a little sad, but I brushed it off. "Y-You're a sp-sp-sp-"

"Spider?" I finished with a giggle. "It's lovely to see you again, Papyrus. Surely you remember me?"

Papyrus shook his head frantically and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it slowly as realization lit up his face. "O-Oh! I recognize you now! You're Weaver! Sorry I didn't recognize you before."

"Oh, that's perfectly alright, dearie," I laughed with a dismissive wave of a hand. "Your brother Sans is home, yes?"

"Yes, he is. Allow me to grab him for you." Turning around, Papyrus cupped his hands over his mouth to scream up at Sans' room. "SANS! YOU HAVE A VISITOR!"

I had to cover my ears with two of my hands to block out some of the ear-splitting yelling.

"If it's Grillby, tell 'im I'll have enough Gold to pay off the tab by the end of the week," came a low lazy voice from the room belonging to Sans. His voice had gotten so much deeper and laid-back since the last time I saw him, I reflected.

"IT'S NOT GRILLBY!" Papyrus shouted. "IT'S AN OLD FRIEND! JUST GET DOWN HERE!"

A long, overly dramatic groan caused me to giggle in amusement. I waited patiently as the door opened, and a short, chubby skeleton wearing a blue hoodie, white undershirt, black shorts, and pink slippers walked out. I struggled to contain my laughter and let out a snort by doing so. I had expected him to grow a bit as well like his brother, but he seemed to be the exact same height as he was when I had first met him.

Sans turned his head to the sound of the snort, and his eye lights lit up immediately like a Christmas tree upon seeing me. He sped his way down the stairs and up to the front door, a large grin stretched across his face. "Weaver! I haven't seen ya in forever!"

"It's great to see you, too, Sans!" I smiled, kneeling down to give him a hug. I broke the hug gently to smirk teasingly at him. "Well, it seems someone hasn't been drinking his milk nearly as much as his brother has."

"Watch it, snowstorm," Sans retorted with a warning grin. "Anyway, it's great to see you again. What brings you over to the neck of these woods?"

"Well, I have something I want to give you." I held out the pillow that I was hiding behind my back for a dramatic reveal. "Remember that old pillow you used to have made of dirty rags and crumpled leaves? Well, I used it as inspiration to make you a new pillow. I weaved it together using a special weaving style only spiders are able to replicate, and I used down feathers for the stuffing so it's really soft and not so pokey."

Sans took the pillow and looked down at it, giving it a few fluffs, He grinned brightly and looked back up at me. "Gee, Weaver. You fix up our house and now this. You really are an amazing monster, ya know that?"

"Well, none of us would be here if it weren't for your kind deeds," I beamed. "I hope you treasure this pillow always; it's rare for spider monsters to give gifts to monsters."

"I would've treasured it even without that info," the skeletal monster chuckled. "Thanks again, Weaver, this is really thoughtful of you."

"Of course. Unfortunately, I have to head back to Hotland now. I have to tend to my daughter."

"You have a daughter?" Sans grinned brightly. "That's wonderful! What's her name?"

"Her name is Muffet, named after my grandmother. I'll bring her over to meet her Uncle Sans sometime."

"Sounds like a plan expertly spun to me!"

I rolled my eyes with a huff of amusement, giggling as Papyrus let out a frustrated groan. Sans' puns were still horrible.

After bidding farewell to the brothers, I made my way merrily back to Hotland. It felt very nice seeing my dear friend and his brother again, and I could feel my own happiness radiating off of me.

I never expected that day to be the last time I would ever see Sans again...