Author's Note: Hey guys! So... Time to introduce some other characters and don't worry, a lot of the main cast (along with some others) are making full-time appearances! Also, I think I made it obvious who the detective is...
Damien: Are you making him the main character again?
What? NO! Well... Maybe..? I love him too much I'm sorry.
Damien: *sighs* You have to get that checked out someday.
I know and I will. BUT! Papyrus is fun though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale, that was created by the amazing Toby Fox. Everything else is my own creation, this includes any OCs and the plot.
Date: Saturday, December 14th, 1920
Time: High noon
Location: Nearby neighborhood
Sans was brilliant at his job but he was bone-tired from staying up all of last night. He knew that if he showed up at the crime scenes from the chain of the murders while the police were there that he would be immediately shooed away. He knew the police hated him, that they considered him a nuisance, but that didn't matter.
What did matter was that he picked the worst time to analyze all evidence he collected from the past week. His plan was to find a time where he knew the police would be investigating and head to search if himself, then head home to sort out the evidence. He did that for the past week and it was just yesterday night that he chose to analyze all of it together.
He picked the night another murder occurred and he didn't even show up after the police left.
Now it was around high noon and he was still in bed. At least Papyrus finally concluded that his older brother was not getting out of his room.
The taller sibling entered his older brother's room to find him sleeping at his desk. The room was dark, the only light coming from an electric lightbulb on the desk, and it was covered in papers, along with photos hung up by the desk too. In the corner was a photo processor with a couple of dried photos hanging there and Sans' bed wasn't even undone from yesterday.
As much as Papyrus knew his brother needed sleep, he had to wake him up. Lately, he was working these cases and would come home late or even the next day. He wished he could be a part of the investigation but he knew Sans would never let help with these murder cases.
Papyrus walked over to Sans, "BROTHER, IT IS TIME TO AWAKEN."
Sans groggily opened his eye sockets but closed immediately after, probably going into an even deeper sleep. This annoyed Paps so he headed downstairs and picked out a good-sized deep bowl. He walked outside and turned on the faucet, filling the bowl with relatively cold water.
The skeleton entered his brother's dark room and was careful not to pour the water on to the desk. The floor would be fine, it was smoothed-wood, but all the papers occupying the space above would not if they got wet.
Sans instantly jolted up, "the hell was that for?!"
"YOU WOULD NOT WAKE UP. I HAD TO TRY A DIFFERENT APPROACH."
The small skeleton groaned, "well it didn't have to be cold. room temperature would have been fine."
Papyrus shook his head, "ROOM TEMPERATURE WOULD HAVE DONE NOTHING."
"i suppose you are right… what time is it?" asked Sans. He was rearranging the papers on his desk, organizing then into piles corresponding to each case. There would be six piles if he did it right.
"ABOUT HIGH NOON BUT IT IS A RATHER COLD DAY. I SUSPECT SNOW WOULD START TO FALL SOON, MAYBE AT NIGHT. CHRISTMAS IS INCHING EVER CLOSER." answered Papyrus.
"high noon?"
"YES."
"suppose i overslept."
"BROTHER, WHAT TIME DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?"
"i think it was four in the morning, give or take." Sans shrugged. There were six piles of papers on his desk now. So he did do it right, one pile per case. He stood up from his chair and quickly stretched before inspecting what he was wearing and what clothes were in his wardrobe.
"GOING OUT?" asked Papyrus. He standing by the doorway now, patiently waiting for Sans to pick out an outfit before bathing.
"yeah, i need a break from the job." He picked out his favorite blue coat- one that reaches just below his knee bone- and a baggy white shirt along with black shoes and long black pants. He also picked out a black tie to match his pants and shoes and his blue fedora. Sans dumped all of the clothes onto his bed before heading to the washroom to clean himself. Papyrus was gone already, most likely in the kitchen to cook up lunch, so he had a good half-an-hour give or take to get ready.
The half-hour passed and Sans was ready for the day, looking like a true detective, so he waited downstairs for Papyrus to serve lunch. It was pasta again, this time with Bolognese as the sauce and rigatoni. Sans was a bit hesitant to try it, considering his younger brother's cooking skills but it tasted quite fine today.
High noon quickly turned into the afternoon, the evening threatening to come closer. Sans was hanging out at Grillby's like he usually does when he's not working. He can pick up rumors of new cases from there but today was different.
The bar wasn't full, barely half of the space was occupied, and Sans was settled at the counter, silently drinking from a glass bottle of ketchup. No music was playing, as it usually does when Sans is around, and room was mostly hushed. In a corner table was a group of officers, probably the reason no one was talking, and they were looking pretty menacing too. It didn't bother Sans, but what did bother him was why they were even there in the first place. The cops don't usually hang out in Grillby's or around it.
Sans decided to find out, "grillbz, what's with the police here?" He was looking in the direction of the group of cops, drinking his ketchup.
Grillby, the tall, old bartender and owner of the bar, stood there cleaning a glass cup, "They came in in the morning. Haven't done anything yet." The flame on his fire head was making the area glow but the atmosphere was still dark and threatening.
"you know why they are here though?" The ketchup glass was empty now; Sans had drunk all of it but he didn't want more. He did want to know more about the police though.
Sans turned when he didn't hear Grillby respond and was surprised to see the fire elemental look surprised. No one spoke for a long, agonizing moment. The bartender was the first to speak, "You didn't hear, Sans?"
"about what?"
"The Dreemurr kids died yesterday."
If Sans had ketchup in his mouth, all of it would've been spitted out immediately. He felt like someone stabbed him the chest and his eye sockets blacked out. No other thoughts ran through his mind except to leave and find Toriel. How could this happen? How could Sans not have heard of this earlier?
When Sans teleported out of the bar, Grillby cleaned up the leftovers and put them in the sink to clean. When he turned back around, the group of officers were up from their table and heading for the bar counter.
"It was a mistake to tell him, partner." The biggest one, the one that was most likely the head officer, spoke to Grillby. The tone was threatening and cold, unlike how officers are supposed to act or speak.
The bartender stood his ground, "He deserves to know if he didn't already."
"And what would make you say that?" The officer's southern accent was heavy. He even had spitted but it didn't manage to touch the flame elemental.
"He's the one that can solve it. Efficiently, may I add." Grillby wasn't afraid of these corrupt cops. Drunk monsters are harder to deal with than these officers.
"We'll see about that, flame." The group turns to leave and the bar regains the carefree atmosphere it usually had. Grillby had a bad feeling about this but he believed in Sans. Worst comes to show, the police beats Sans to solve the case.
A/N: So... I don't really have anything to say really... Well I mean, have you guys noticed that the police REALLY HATE Sans? Seriously though, Sans pisses them off so much. Mostly because these cops (most of them) are corrupt. Also! Sans learns something new today! YAY! Welcome back to school, Sans!
On to the next one guys!
