It's finally here, the next chapter of my story, I've had most of it ready for at least two months, but I felt like I needed more… I finally worked on it again today and realized it's fine, added only 71 more words, and decided it was done.
So, after about 3 and half months, here is the next chapter of Babybones Don't Have Tabs!
(Sorry there's no diaper stuff yet, it will most definitely be in the next chapter, which I hope to have done before the month is over.)
After Sans left Grillby's he returned home to prepare for staying over at Grillby's home, slightly worried about what he was getting himself into, and mentally scolded himself for agreeing to do whatever it was before finding out what Grillby wanted him to do, even though he was sure that whatever Grillby had in store for him wasn't exceptionable. It still was a rather hasty decision, and not a good one,but knowing Grillby, he would probably let Sans refuse if he was really truly against whatever Grillby had planned.
Sans arrived at his house after a while of walking, and went inside. The house looked somewhat similar to the one he had underground, although it was bigger and had more rooms. Once inside the smell of food was immediately noticeable, 'Papyrus must be practicing his cooking again.' Sans thought to himself as he walked through the house, passing by the kitchen where the taller skeleton was indeed practicing his cooking, which had gotten remarkably better since their days in the underground. The food the taller skeleton made nowadays was actually edible and tasted alright, and the kitchen didn't catch on fire as much. Sans walked to some stairs and went up stairs where his room was located. After entering his room the short skeleton looked around for something to put stuff in for his possible stay at Grillby's. After finding something to pack his stuff in he looked around his room, 'What do I even pack…' He thought to himself, having never spent the night at someone else's place. Sans walked over to his unmade bed and looked at it, 'Should I bring my own pillow and blanket?' Sans asked himself, then grabbed his balled up blankets and picked his pillow up off the floor, 'Better safe then sorry I guess.' He figured, and brought the pillow and blanket to the bag he had found to put his stuff in, which big enough to fit the blanket and pillow in. Sans looked around his room some more, wondering what else to pack, 'I can just sleep in the clothes I'm wearing right now, and wear them tomorrow too, but what else should I bring…' Sans pondered, still having no clue what else to pack.
"Ah screw it, I can't think of anything else." Sans said out loud to himself and zipped up the bag with just a blanket and pillow in it,unable to think of anything else to bring. He stared at the bag for a moment before reaching into a pocket on his hoodie and pulling out his phone, turning it on to check the time, 'Hm, it's Saturday isn't it, Grillby closes early today I think, but there's still a couple hours before he does close up.' Sans thought to himself as he turn the phone off and stuck it back into his pocket. "I should probably go and tell Papyrus I probably won't be here for dinner." Sans said to himself then proceeded to leave his room and go downstairs to the kitchen where Papyrus was.
When Papyrus noticed Sans walk into the kitchen he stopping what he was doing for a moment and looked at Sans and smiled,"I thought I had heard you come in, that was a quick trip to Grillbys. Was he closed today? You're normally gone longer than that." Papyrus said to Sans, and resumed what he was doing before the shorter skeleton had walked in. Sans went over to the counter where Papyrus was mixing something in a bowl, "Nah he just refused to serve me anything, said somethin' bout my tab." Sans said as he looked at the bowl. "Whatcha making? Cookies?" Sans asked his taller brother, who looked at him with a slightly disappointed look on his face, "You still haven't paid that tab of yours!? God Sans you need to need to pay that thing off, or at least pay some of it, I'm surprised he hasn't started refusing to serve you sooner." Papyrus said, while moving the bowl away from Sans, "And yes, I am making cookies Sans, and you will not be eating any of this dough." He added, lifting the bowl up from the counter. "Especially not when you don't deserve to have even a little bit, you should be working on getting that tab paid off. Not standing around here trying to steal cookie dough." Papyrus told Sans, glaring at him while holding the bowl of dough out Sans' reach. "When however much you owe on that tab goes down instead of up, then you can have things like cookie dough. Now you should go back to Grillby's and discuss alternatives of paying the tab, like working it off, then kill two birds with one stone, a job you'll probably actually be able to keep, and get that darn tab of yours paid off!" Papyrus told Sans, unaware of the plans Sans had already made with Grillby, "Already working on somethin with him, that's actually why I came in here in the first place. Grillby's got something in mind for me to do to rid myself of my tab. I don't know what it is yet, but it involves me staying over at his place tonight, and I probably won't be here for dinner, at least I'm assuming I wont be, can't say about the rest of the night, depends on what Grillbs has in mind for me really. Im sure if I don't like whatever it is he'll let me leave." Sans said to Papyrus, and then asked with a smug look, "So can I have some dough now?" Papyrus shook his head and looked at Sans.
"No, I said when you don't owe Grillby as much, and right now you only have plans of how to decrease the amount you owe him, when you actually do it then maybe." The younger brother said, then continued, "Just don't agree to do anything stupid you'll regret." Papyrus told his brother, who just let out a chuckle. "C'mon bro, it's Grillby, I doubt whatever he has in mind for me is something to be worried about." Sans said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking for something to eat, seeing as he hadn't gotten to eat lunch yet.
"Well I don't know Grillby as much as you do, but if you say that it's nothing to worry about, then I'll take your word for it." Papyrus said while continuing with his cookie making. Sans grabbed a soda out of the fridge and closed it, then started walking out of the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips off the counter before exiting. Walking into the living room the short skeleton headed over the the couch and sat on it, opening the bag of chips and soda, and turned on the TV, planning on sitting there until he was going to head back over to Grillby's.