Art not mine.

Sir Pentious came to them a week before extermination. He was certainly a character. He was very insecure, but he wasn't terrible. He just liked to build war machines... and use them. He liked being validated. Sans was happy to give it, so long as he kept those machines far from Saveur. Speaking of, Saveur was with Anthony now as he fed him some mashed pears at the bar. Alastor had tried to get it to be venison, but Sans shot it down, at least for now. Even with sharp teeth, venison was fairly tough. Mikhail started making a point of stocking the bar with juice for the kid rather than alcohol and Sans hadn't seen Anthony go to one of his drug stashes since the baby was born. They had all gotten a little better since Saveur and Charlie had taken note of it. A part of her knew that it was because Saveur was Anthony's as well as Alastor's. Alastor also sacrificed a lot for him, or at least he tried to keep it in the shadows, where the baby couldn't see. Sans was grateful for it. He took the baby once he was done with his pears to feed him some magic.

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The hotel was starting to lock down and prepare for the extermination in three days. Windows and doors were blocked off with both furniture and magic. It seemed that even the never faltering Alastor seemed to carry some sort of unease about the oncoming threat. Sans couldn't tell if it was for himself or his family. Sans did know that Anthony stayed close to him because of the fear. The more Sans observed the hotel around them, the more he realized that everyone was afraid. The more of it, Saveur picked up. The more of it, Sans picked up. The more determined Sans became to protect Saveur and the hotel. By the end of the day, everyone else had started to calm down. Emotions of those around you reflected off each other and picked up. It was what had happened in the morning when Charlie woke up panicking about not having redeemed a single soul and it was what was happening now as Sans calmed his scared baby with a new aire of confidence and reassurance that everything would be ok. Sans would make sure that no matter what, no damn angel was getting into the hotel.

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Sans usually slept a lot, but now they couldn't seem to wake him up at all. On top of the extermination to worry about, Sans suddenly seemed as if he'd fallen down. Well, maybe not that extreme. He did wake up to eat and feed Saveur, but he didn't stay awake. "Sansy- Sansy, I don't understand. Are you sick or something?" Anthony and Alastor wanted answers. They were worried. Sans shook his head, eating his oatmeal swiftly. "storing energy." He replied between bites. "Storing energy... whatever for?" Alastor asked as Saveur reached out to his mama. Sans happily took his baby. "i'll need as much magic as i can get if i'm gonna protect this place from the executioner angels. i dunno if kr will work since angels don't have sins, but i've got other tricks up my sleeve." Sans replied as he carried his bowl to the sink. "Wait, wait, wait! Sans, you can't just face them!" Anthony argued. Sans handed Saveur over. "i can, and i will." Sans replied with certainty before going back to bed. It wasn't just for them, he had to admit. It was for him. Papyrus. They would meet again.