After you had ordered a burger and Sans had ordered fries, you both waited in a comfortable silence at the bar for your food to arrive. Once it did, Grillby winked at the two of you before leaving you to your food.

The smell was amazing. It was like no burger you had ever had before! There was one thing missing though...

You realised what it was!

Ketchup.

As if reading your mind, Sans spoke up.

"Hey Y/N, want some ketchup?" He asked, a sly smirk on his face.

"Yes please!" You replied, taking the bottle he was offering out of it and turning it upside down. However, as you started to pour, you could see the lid loosening. Panicking, you accidentally squeezed the bottle and ketchup exploded all over your burger, drowning it. You instantly knew it had to be Sans; he must have done something to the lid so it would fall off. With an angry face, you turned to look at him. He was laughing loudly until he saw the look on your face and instantly stopped, shaking with fear. However, he looked so funny scared that you couldn't help but laugh yourself. Then you were both laughing hysterically until the door swung open and everyone turned to greet the newcomer.

It was a girl (sorry, making them a girl in this story) who had shoulder length brown hair. Her skin was clearly fake tanned to look nicer, but it was practically yellow. She had dark brown eyes that seemed to peer into your soul. Her clothes said a lot about her- black leggings, fashion lace up boots and a cropped jumper that exposed her stomach and made her boobs seem a lot bigger than they actually were. It was striped blue and pink. You noticed the flirtatious smile she gave to everyone she passed, waving as they greeted her. She must be very popular around here. Her eyes glanced in your direction, smirking when she saw Sans but instantly frowning when she saw you next to him. You quickly turned your head back to the bar, hoping she didn't notice you looking.

Behind you, you heard an annoying, high pitched voice.

"Hey Sansy, how are you?" The girl asked, batting her eyelashes at Sans. You suddenly liked this girl less than you did just from seeing her. Sans looked annoyed, but put on a smile as he faced her.

"Hey Frisk. I'm good thanks, what brings you here?" He responded, casually.

Frisk, huh. You thought.

Proceedings to ignore you, she hugged onto Sans arm.

"Oh, I just wanted to see you Sans. Can't I come see you?" She said, pouting at the end.

"Sure, kiddo. Don't you have things to do though?"

Ignoring his question, her eyes darted to you as if she had only just noticed you, and glared at you like you were an annoying flea.

"Who's this Sans? Why are you hanging out with trash like her?" She asked, disgust in her voice.

"Frisk, meet Y/N. Y/N, Frisk. And Y/N is my friend, Frisk, not trash. Treat her nicer, she's new around here." Sans said.

"Y/N." Frisk spat, almost like the word was poison on her tongue. "Nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll get along just great."

Her glare and smirk was enough to tell you that was a lie, and she would go out of her way to make it that way. You didn't really care- you hated her too.

For a second, she looked like she was about to leave but promptly sat down next to Sans, gripping his arm even tighter.

This was going to be a long day.