"Meat, Sauce and Skeletons" Part 2

Voices vaguely made their way towards Devan's ear, muzzled by the rain hitting cement on the sidewalk. He could hear the dogs talking over coffee and a game of cards, possibly poker. He heard the lone dog yip to itself as it kept losing its game of blackjack. He could hear Lucy and Andrew exchange their lovesick, romantic pleasantries. But, the most enchanting thing in the room was Sans, Devan found. Even with the conversations muddling up in his ears, looking over Sans cut through all of that. The most silent thing in the room sliced through all the noise.

Sans slowly drunk the ketchup, almost like it was coffee. Then he stopped, for no apparent reason. "hey kiddo, don't you know it's rude to stare?"

Devan gulped, already knowing he was being addressed, "Well, I wouldn't call it staring… per se..."

"save it," Devan instantly stiffened up, "come and sit with me, dev." Devan obliged, picking up his cup and slowly making his way over to Sans' table. Nobody else had noticed, thankfully for Devan.

Devan slid into the opposite side of the booth to Sans, and felt the leather of the seat conform to his backside. Sans sat there silently, taking a small sip from the ketchup bottle every now and again, never taking his eyes off Devan. He went to take another sip, but stopped himself, almost like he was thinking about whether he should have more or not.

It was almost completely silent now. The dogs weren't talking, too focused on their card game to talk; the lone dog had a strange, perplexed face and didn't even pant, it just sat there and stared at the cards on the table; Lucy and Andrew were staring at each other, however, they were staring at each other with love in their eyes. Sans' eyes didn't betray any emotion, his mouth flat and indifferent.

The only sound was Grillby cleaning his mugs, and the rain that hit the tin roof. The rain had become heavier, and the people on the street were racing about in attempts to find a haven from the torrential downpour. Devan considered running out there right now, considering whether getting soaked by the rain and battered by the wind would be better than… this.

Devan decided that running away from this problem probably wasn't the best idea.

He raised the cup of coffee to his mouth, a mochaccino to be exact, and found that it was no longer a mochaccino. It turned out, it was now just an empty mug. This didn't stop Devan from pretending there was still coffee in it, as an excuse to ignore Sans.

Sans tapped his fingers against the table, thinking of what to say. "look, bud. i know it's rough. your family hates monsters. i know that, the people here know that, everybody knows that." Sans relaxed back in his chair and sighed, "but you don't have to."

Devan was taken aback, "Hate you? Sans, you're the only guy I feel like I know. You come here everyday, lighten the atmosphere and make jokes. My parents called me Devan; they hate me just as much as you. My whole family does."

Sans laughed, "talk about barking up the wrong tree. am i right guys?"

The room seemed to burst into a confusing mix of hysterical barking and laughing for a few moments, before silence resumed its place.

"hey, i have an idea. why don't you bring your parents over for dinner tonight? the whole gang will be there."

"I don't know Sans, that doesn't sound like the greatest idea." Devan stated rather plainly.

The bells of the door pleasantly chimed, alerting Devan to another customer. As he turned in his seat, he saw what he most dreaded: Frisk 'Dreemurr.' Known as the Dreem Child by most of the people at their school, mainly because of Toriel and Asgore's surname, but it meant more to Devan than just that.

Frisk was dressed wildly inappropriate for the rainy weather, with a mere striped sweater and brown shorts. Her sweater and shorts seemed to have a few holes here-and-there, but her shoes were ripped to shreds, even worse than Devan's. In fact, they were so torn that her toes wiggled out of the end, just like they had for years. Around her neck was a golden chain carrying a red heart design.

She'd had her hair tied up into a ponytail but she quickly untied it, letting her hair reach down to the arch of her back. She looked around the room, eventually finding Sans before locking eyes with Devan, causing a small smile to creep on her face.

Devan quickly turned around, his face seeming to catch fire as it started to blend in with his jacket. He pulled up his hood in an attempt to hide his blush, but Sans had already picked up on it. "what's the problem kid, are you turning into a tomato?"

Sans looked between Devan and Frisk, trying to connect the dots. Suddenly, Sans let himself sink into his seat, "oh… ohhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

Devan quickly hushed Sans as Frisk started to make her towards them. Sans turned his head to Frisk and smiled, extending his hand. Frisk obliged, shaking his hand.

A short fart noise cut through the silence, Devan could only sit back and watch as he tried to hide from Frisk.

"the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick…" Sans started.

"Gets me every time." Frisk finished as she beamed so happily, it looked like her mouth was about to jump off of her face.

Sans moved over in his seat, letting Frisk sit face-to-face with Devan, or face-to-hood in this case.

"Hey Devan, did something happen to your face?" Frisk asked inquisitively.

"if you count being set on fire, yes."

Frisk looked questioningly at Sans, which was only met with one bony finger pointing to Devan.

"Devan…? Is… something wrong? Did I do something?"

Devan didn't reply, instead Sans decided to take it somewhere, "so… how long have you two known each other?"

Sans received another curious look from Frisk. She thought on it for a moment, "Three. Why?"

"oooh boy, that's rough kiddo." Frisk was even more confused now. "it's gotta be tough to like someone and not say something for so long."

That's when Frisk realised, "Oh." Is all she managed, voice catching in her throat, as she felt her own face start to burn.

AN: Yes, I am shipping an OC with Frisk… pls no haterino. Or if you do, leave constructive haterino in the reviews and I'll see what I can do.

Until next time, have a fantastic night everyone!