Clouds filled the sky, illustrating a dark grey dismal canvas in the sky, with a few birds flying across the sky here and there.
As he approached, there was a strong scent of deep-bodied coffee filling the air, wafting around the area.
He haphazardly plunged into the metal chair outside of the cafe, sitting himself facing the two girls.
"Took you long enough." She remarked, sitting with a leg crossed, a tall, bodily-toned girl adorning a jet black leather jacket,
with a cigarette hanging from her mouth. "Hey, speak for yourself when you got two 16 year olds to send off to school."
He joked, the third girl sitting quietly, absorbing her surroundings with a sense of anxiety, dressed in a shabby lab-coat,
with various stains marking it. Undyne scoffed, flicking her fiery red mane behind her ear, "Oh yeah, Sans, you're all about the
kids, aren't ya?" She cackled, taking a small sip from her coffee mug.
"Hey, well, you're not far off it, kid, you're girlfriend and I here are the oldest, remember?"
Her face tinged with red slightly, remembering that she was only 17, and that Sans and her girlfriend, Alphys, were a year
older at 18. Alphys and Sans laughed, whilst Undyne attempted to blow off the remark calmly, peering to the other side of the
street. "Anyways, why you gettin' at me.. Don't see Alphys roomie makin' his grand cameo anywhere yet."
Just as the words left his mouth, a pair of dainty footsteps made their way to the table. Mettaton presented himself, absolutely
throwing himself onto the seat, "Hey girls!" He announced loudly, flashing a toothy-grin, then turning his head over to Sans,
"Hello Sans, how's lil Papy doin'?" He asked, his voice dripping with a sick sense of flirtation to it. Sans sighed, followed by an
empty laugh, "Y'know, Mettaton, this little crush of yours is getting a bit concerning here. Control yourself, kid." He chucked,
batting at his arm jokingly.
"Well?" Undyne interrupted loudly, "Are we all heading to yours tonight or is that plan called off?" She inquired.
"Course, course, keep it on the downlow, though. Where there's a party, the kids always seem to want to get involved..." He paused, chuckling,
"For understandably very different reasons, but hey." Then, within the simple mention of Papyrus' name, Mettaton quickly piped out a reply
in his defence, "Awh, come on Sans! Don't be like that! He simply wants to indulge in the get together with the 'older kids'." Undyne let out an
excited cackle, "Hah! As if! If you ask me, he's probably gotten suspicious of all the drinks and bongs lying about your pigsty!"
Sans laughed in return, although, whilst he knew that she was correct about that, he knew his brother was completely oblivious to the nature
of drug paraphernalia. "Oh! Awh, why not let him have his first drink then? He is getting grown up!" Mettaton hinted intently, met with a stern
but joking look from Sans, "Give him anything and you're in for it, watch it, kid."
Alphys gave a small giggle to herself at the idea of Papyrus having drank alcohol, although she then aimed her hand for her back, as she stood up,
looking down to her girlfriend, still sitting down, "A-Ah! I just remembered... shit ... I forgot the drinks for later- Uh, let me just go run home and
grab them, okay? Y-You guys can head back to Sans' place for some pre-party smokes or something, I'll be real quick." She said, quickly moving her
neck down to Undyne to give her a small peck on the lips, beginning to walk down the road, passing the cafe, returning to her apartment.
Hours having passed, and the sky beginning to have darkened, things began to take off in Sans apartment. Papyrus nicely settled into his room,
happily amused, leaving Sans, Undyne and Mettaton to sit and indulge in their own intoxication. However, hours having passed, also brought
unease to the fact that Alphys still had not returned from picking up "drinks". Infact, within an hour of waiting, Mettaton had volunteered to run
to the stores to pick up a few more. Undyne sat, exhaling from the joint she had just rolled, "Say, Mettaton, you did text Alphys right?" She inquired,
becoming increasingly anxious. Mettaton smiled, with a drink in hand, giving a sense of comfort, "Of course! She just replied saying that she'd be a bit later
than she thought." Undyne sighed with relief. Sans laughed, leaning back, relaxing into his warm, pleasant hit, "Look at you, all worried. You know your girlfriend
better than any of us here, she's a hard-working, busy gal. S'okay, Undyne."
Suddenly, the three almost jumped, alerted to heavy, panicked footsteps rushing up the stairs. They all glanced to eachother questioningly. Undyne quickly
piped up, "That must just be Alphys-"
But it wasn't.
It was Frisk.
The three were met with a panicked face, panting with heavy beats of sweat dripping on her forehead. Her chestnut brown hair dishevelled, and clad
in heavily made up eyes, with a flashy party outfit to match. Sans, as surprised as he could be in a drugged state, raised his brows, surprised,
"Frisk? I thought you said you wouldn't be back. Everything okay there, kiddo?" He rose to his feet, approaching her slowly.
"Kitchen. Now." She spoke, demanding but with a note of utter desperation in her voice, and so they both rushed off to the kitchen.
"Frisk, what the fuck happened, kid?" Sans asked in a serious, demanding tone of voice. She stayed silent, grasping for a stray bottle of vodka in her
handbag. Sans watched in amazement as she swallowed the entire contents of the bottle in a simple matter of seconds, almost slamming the bottle back
down onto the counter. She caught her breath, although her breathing remained heavy. "Frisk, I asked you a question." He urged, approaching her closer.
She stumbled a little at his sudden intrusion of her space, her words coming out breathlessly and hastily, "B-Being followed just... Just.." She ducked,
almost losing balance and falling over. Sans caught her, looking at her anxiously, "What? Who?"
Her lips curled into a small smile, lunging her head back, immersing in her intense, sudden, intoxication, "No-one important.. Just.. Keep me here tonight
is all.." His eyebrows furrowed, although he decided not to question here with so much vodka in her system. He sighed, putting his hands in his pockets,
"Fine, kiddo," He said, turning around, slowly walking out of the room, "Just make sure you go straight to the spare room and-"
Thud.
She'd collapsed, snoring lightly, her petite body hugging the kitchen floor. Sans groaned loudly, lifting her, carrying her slowly to the next room, and
placing her into the bed.
"Just another fun night for Frisk, huh?" He whispered to himself, chuckling as he left the room.