Sans dreamed. He dreamed of Papyrus. He dreamed of the kid killing Papyrus... then the red eyed brat killed Frisk. Sans was confused. "What? You really thought that goodie twoshoes would actually kill all of you?! The only crime they ever did was sell their soul. Catch me if you can, Comedian~" Then Sans woke up, their red eyes burning into the back of his skull. Was that... another demon? Was it just a stupid dream or had Frisk really been possessed by a demon the whole time? The idea scared him. He immediately thought to seek comfort from Anthony or Alastor. The idea gave Sans pause. He never really got close to others before... why would he want to be near Anthony? Or Alastor for that matter? Did he... did he really feel safe around them? Yes... Sans realized. He was safe around them, comfortable... happy? All more or less new to Sans. Only Papyrus had made him feel comfortable and happy. Sans didn't understand it, but he didn't think it was bad, so... he would encourage this. It was about time he let himself be happy. He was dead for fucks sake and he wouldn't let some shit turfwar get in the way.

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"morni-" Sans stared at the spear in his face. His eyelights flickered a little, reacting to the threat. "When did you get so buddy, buddy with the Radio Demon? Are you working with him now?!" Sans sighed heavily. He really wanted Anthony or Al... "your paranoia is good in some cases, but it will getcha in trouble... no. i've made no deals with him, he just started following me and i got to know him a bit better. see a different side, ya know? he's a terrible person, but he's got qualities that make up for it." Vaggie didn't like the sound of that in the least. "all you're focusing on is the bad, try to see the good in others too, yeah?" He pushed the spear away as he went to his usual spot at Husk's bar. "Sans, a moment please?" Alastor stood by the stairs, his expression easier for Sans to read than usual. He saw slight regret and... gratitude. With a hint of something else... passion? No... intimate fondness. Sans hopped off the bar stool and follow Al upstairs. "sup?" He played dumb. "I- thank you... nobody has defended me before."

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"Something happen?" Anthony literally just came out of his room dressed in a short pink dress and long black heels. "you look pretty." Sans said without much thought. Anthony blushed, looking flattered. "W-well you don't look to bad yourself, bone daddy~" Sans nearly choked on air. "Seriously Anthony? I thought you agreed to keep the flirting to a minimum." Alastor deadpanned. Wait Alastor knew Anthony's real name? "what all did you two talk about last night?" Anthony fidgeted with his pink gloves. "I flirt when I'm startled or anxious, I'm sorry!" Alastor eased up on the spider demon. "Oh alright, I forgive you." Sans wasn't sure what the fuck was going on. "am i missing something, here?" Alastor finally gave the Skeleton demon his attention. "We spoke, as you suggested, and realized a couple things. You are an observant monster, I am sure you have noticed it yourself." Sans looked between the two. "say i haven't noticed, care to elaborate?" Anthony giggled. "We wanna go out with you, both of us. We wanna date you." Holy shit. Sans stared at them for a minute. Holy shit. Sans couldn't believe it. "Sans..." Alastor crouched and wiped a tear away. "i-i don't cry... i can't..." Sans clung to Anthony as he hugged onto Sans.