"Sans!"

Frisk threw their arms around the skeleton excitedly.

"Did it go well?" they asked.

Sans shrugged. He couldn't just say no. "Not great, but not terrible, either. What did I miss?"

They stared at him with a disappointed look. He knew they hated when he changed the subject.

"Fine, I'll tell ya. It's impossible to keep things from you, isn't it?" he chuckled softly, ruffling their hair.

"Yep!" they replied, climbing onto the couch. They dangled their legs in anticipation, desperate to hear the story.

"Well, I walked into the room, and guess who was the first person to say hello?"

"Who?"

"Amy's dad."

"Was she there, too?"

"She sure was. They both introduced themselves and warned me," he explained.

"Warned you? About what?" Frisk asked, their features now sparkling with curiosity.

"The mean ladies," he said.

They gasped. "Mean ladies! I hope you didn't say that to their faces."

"Um, well, I'm getting to that part," Sans said, hoping they wouldn't be angry at him.

To his relief, they didn't seem mad.

"They told me the lady named Diana was a jerk, and I should be careful," he explained, making motions with his skeletal hands to make the story more interesting.

"Was she?"

"I guess you could say that. Anyway, after that the meeting started. The lady named Diana was at the opposite side of the table that I was. She was standing in front of a white board, kinda like the ones you use in school."

Frisk sat for a moment, trying to create a picture of the room in their mind. Sans continued.

"She talked about some normal stuff, like the art program, the school play, things like that," he said matter-of-factly.

"What happened next?"

"Long story short, she was giving me the evil eye the entire time. I started telling everybody about the boys picking on you."

"I don't like where this is going. Does this story have a happy ending?"

"Depends on how you look at it," he replied.

"Oh no! Did she yell at you?" they asked him, starting to become a little worried for him.

"She actually cut me off so I couldn't finish. I...I kinda started it. I yelled at her first," he admitted, hanging his head in shame.

"Saaaaans! I told you not to!"

"No, you told me not to hurt anybody. You didn't say anything about yelling."

Frisk paused for a minute. "Still!!! That's mean!"

"Maybe it is, but I wanted to blast her into oblivion then and there. You told me not to."

"Fine, fair enough. What happened after that?"

"She asked me to leave, and I yelled at her for not doing anything because you're different from everybody just because you have monsters for family, and then I left," he finished guiltily.

"You were right. It could've gone better," Frisk stated.

"Sorry, kiddo. I did what I could."

"It's not your fault you're a skeleton." They said it with optimism, like they liked him better as a monster than if he were human. "I think Miss Diana was the real monster in the room."

Sans laughed. "You're right there. Hey, I think I'm gonna go take a nap."

"But it's bedtime!" Frisk laughed.

"Then you're gonna come nap too! Let's nap all night!"

They laughed as he hoisted them onto his shoulders and brought them into their room for the night.

"Night, Sleepyhead," Sans said as he tucked them into bed.

"Night, Lazybones."