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Muchness is Essential

AKA Chapter 2 - Mountain Air originally posted to fanfic.net in 2021

OR read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54640615/chapters/138507502

Summary: Luke Alvez gives an out of this world gift to Sergio and Penny has some sexy time alone.

This one is from Penelope's point of view - mostly fluff but with some sexy solo stuff at the end. Set around 13x06 The Bunker.

Penelope knows she is pretty much the definition of muchness and frankly, while at times it rubs everyone she's ever met the wrong way - including herself - gosh dang it - the truth is that a lot (and she means "a lot a lot"!) depends on her muchness! Her BAU fam certainly has no qualms demanding her to tap into her considerable talents whenever it suits them - and even more frankly - while the whole muchness thing can be exhausting - that doesn't mean it's not essential. So she needs a few more things than other mere mortals - she also gives a helluva of a lot back - so there is balance in the universe. Gaia's gotta be happy with that right? Right? She is a vegetarian after all! Although..note to self...more ecofriendly cute knicknacks should probably be in her future... if she's gonna be keeping Gaia happy...as well as herself...maybe some kittens made of bamboo? Soft ones...

Penelope, having just set some search parameters to finish up her deep dive into the victims online lives, so that she'll be ready for her usual "on the jet" call - grabs her empty (not to mention fabulous) coffee cup, pushes back her chair from her desk, swivels then stands and strides off, heels clicking furiously, to the kitchen with her brain rambling a mile a minute:

...I mean I got those nice bamboo socks last week...someone must be using bamboo fabric to make squishy kittens and unicorns and probably adorable pandas! ..but I'd better do some research first - maybe bamboo isn't as eco-friendly as is popularly assumed at the mo'... maybe the shipping of the stuff and the energy and products used to make the bamboo into fabric somehow turns the whole thing into some sort of eco-net-zero-sum-game-thing...or maybe the factories use child labour...or or locks women in for hours with... with...NO...no no... bathroom breaks...la la la not thinking about that or all the other ick which I fully know is part of this dismal dystopia we call Earth...Maybe I should make a poster or...or... start a go fund me for those poor bamboo fabric factory workers...or or a march! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait Garcia! You're getting ahead of yourself as per usual - after all, do I ever know what they say about those who assume stuff - so research! then action! why do I not have a team for that part of my life? I mean the whole divide an conquer thing works so well at work... after all, the BAU is the best team ever because many DIFFERENT minds and talents combine to make the perfect cocktail of crime fighting genius...don't they say many hands make light work... I mean if we were all the same would we ever catch an unsub? I think not! I mean that's what Descartes said and poof he disappeared! At least I crack myself up... "I think not? Poof? I think therefore I am? Oh where is Spencer when I need him? He'd laugh! Although maybe he was the one who told me that one... Still why is there so regularly noone here to hear my wit?

Penelope re-enters her office - sits on her roll-y chair that she had stood up from a good halfway across the office when heading off to get herself the coffee - then, like a glam good-fairy Davros (Man! Spencer should be here today - philosophy jokes AND Doctor Who jokes!), she pivots and pushes off at light speed - zooming straight to her desk - not spilling a drop of precious coffee. Her eyes settle on her personal menagerie of cute and cheerful...

Oh wait a gosh darn minute! Look my unicorn pens! And my mermaid in her snow-globe! And my extra special adorable stress cat that Luke got me - NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT - the point is THEY are here (unlike some Pesky Profilers I could name!) and THEY are deeply amused by my wit and style! I don't even need to say my jokes out loud. We have a connection! See? They are ESSENTIAL members of our team. That's right! I'm talking to you..you...you... Supercilious Special Agents!

One of the alarms from her searches goes off - letting her know they are ready for her human eyeballs and superb fingering techniques.

Wait - what was I doing? Gah. See? Muchness?! My brain is a very busy place. It's a lot to keep track of! So what if I need a few homey touches? Profilers. Like they have things to worry about.. well they do...but so does SHE! SO THERE! It's not my fault that FBI regulations do not allow dashboard bobbleheads to cheer them up a bit on chases. Ok - Onwards and Upwards! There are things to do! Common Garcia - the team and the human race needs your brain and your magic fingers! HERE WE GO!

All this happens at light speed in Penelope's brain, but now she's back on track and ready to pull her swivel chair to attention and get cracking on her job.

The case is finally over and her family is finally on their way home. It was another one that shook her deeply - so much of this case's particular brand of ick made her feel claustrophobic and also deeply, sadly, irrevocably lonely. She starts thinking that maybe she and Sergio really need at least a three bedroom and maybe even bigger...

...after all we do need more room for our things, Mr. Luke Who Thinks He Is So Smart! Like your sweet Roxy doesn't have things - I know she does! I got her an embarrassingly high number of those things! If anything cats need more things...after all cat furniture is a total thing...whereas dog furniture is much more of a niche market! I have done the Google search to prove that! Oh I can't wait to hug every single one of them! Minus Alvez of course - that would go against my mission statement!

At that thought Penelope ignores that she's starting to feel more and more guilty about that one...but look - even if she is not a mere mortal - she is still only human - she needs to preserve some boundaries - besides she's not convinced he'd even want to hug her...she really has been mean...and no number of homemade dog biscuits or sparkly chew toys seem to be able to get her to shake the feeling that she truly hasn't been fair to Alvez - Luke. But that swooping feeling she gets whenever he is in the room is definitely "Capitol D" dangerous to her composure. And composure is something she needs more of - not less.

She had thought for a moment at the party at her place ... caught Luke - Alvez. - looking at her a few times with what she almost wanted to believe were what any right thinking person would describe as heart-eyes...in fact it had been happening more and more lately ever since that whole embarrassing "Cool-hand Luke" slip-up...but no that couldn't be it. I mean he had thanked her the next time they saw each other at work for the chew toy and biscuits...but it's not like he knocked down her door - something she was very aware was part of his skillset - to thank her privately or as an excuse to connect outside of work...

In fact, she might be reading too much into non-happenings - but he seemed more reserved since that night.

So hands off Pen.

Let's see... how will she avoid the hug tonight? She's used almost every trick in the book that she can think of... to the point where she's actually ended up quickly hugging him a few times...which is just too too too much for today...

hmmmm...how about...

Leave Spencer for second to last and then get the brilliant and totally spontaneous idea to drag him away to her office to show him her glam Davros routine?

Perfect! It will make Spencer laugh and not look like she's avoiding hugging any one particular team member. Besides...the whole doomsday clock / Dalek thing is clearly thematically appropriate for tying the bow on this case and will let Spencer blow off some steam and do some beloved sharing of interesting points. And again due to her wide interests and nimble brain...she is the perfect audience for that banter!

See? Muchness does come in handy!

Once home, Penelope feeds Sergio then snuggles up on the couch in a comfy yet silky p.j. set. Despite being severely less cutesy than her typical jammies - which tend towards the fuzzy and the rainbow uni-sloths ends of the spectrum - this was still one of her favourites. These jammies are a rich coppery colour with teal lace trim and it fits perfectly. Three-piece perfection: little shorts, a camisole type top, and a short but flowy matching robe for over top which belts at the perfect spot on her waist.

She has complimented the ensemble with teal velvet slippers she found at a cool little second hand place a few weeks ago. They had ridiculously large pompoms on the toes like Tinkerbell and made her smile super wide whenever she peeks down at her toes.

Basically the outfit was the definition of perfect lounge wear - and she felt beautiful and swishy in it - but it was also modest enough to open the door and tip when the dinner she had ordered was delivered.

Penelope sighs as she thinks how too bad it is that she found this outfit after she and Sam had broken up - so no one but delivery people had seen it yet...and it really was designed to be appreciated...

At that thought, her traitorous mind jumped to wondering what Luke was up to tonight...

Banishing the thought, Penelope switches on the T.V. to stop her brain in it's tracks. She flips through the channels as she waits for her food. Penelope is going to relax and not think.

Despite herself, she smiles as she scratches Sergio ears the way that made him close his eyes and grin. The Davros plan had come off without a hitch of course! And - bonus! - she now knew that:

1. Davros has been compared to the infamous dictator Adolf Hitler several times, including by the actor Terry Molloy who played him from 1984 to 1988 - and Julian Bleach who played him in the 90s defined him as a cross between Hitler and the renowned scientist Stephen Hawking.

2. Some clearly dim people think he was The Doctor's greatest enemy.

The second fact had led to a rousing debate which did a very nice job of putting some much needed sparkle into her Good Doctor's eyes.

Muchness to the rescue again.

But then there had been that - that - conversation as they all left about where and how they would spend their last day on earth. Was that really necessary? She was supposed to be divesting herself of the ick as she made her way out of the building. She was not supposing to be prepping - whoops bad word choice. - not...not... gearing herself to obsess over the ick of the world all night...

But she could not stop running over and over what he had said...

Mountains? Really?

She supposes they are the opposite of claustrophobic...

...although if you were anywhere with Luke would a little claustrophobia necessarily be a bad thing?

Her cellphone rings with the tone signalling that someone needs to be buzzed up and that her food is probably here. Penelope answers quickly...

"Hello!"

"Hey Pene - Wait just a sec this guy needs a hand with the door - sorry I'm back - hey Penelope! I'm here with your dins! Buzz me in?"

"Yeppers My Favourite Bringer of all things yummy! See you in a tick!"

Penelope keys the cell code that opens the vestibule door. Then she stands up - much to Sergio's intense displeasure - and sashays her way to the door by way of the kitchen to set out a plate and a some cutlery and a pink shimmery cloth napkin. When she hears the knock - she grabs the twenty that she'd left on the counter for the tip. She knows it's excessive but Sutida is awesome and is delivering food to pay her way through college. She's taking welding - which is totally bad-ass and Penelope is aware that she always keeps her a few extra minutes than she should to chat.

Penelope swings the door open but instead of Sutida - Luke Alvez is standing there clutching a cat tree that appears to be about his height and covered in midnight blue and purple iridescent faux fur - it kind of looks like a galaxy was folded up into a perfect piece of cat furniture. A paper bag - definitely holding her Veggie Fusion Feast - is precariously balanced on one of the ledges of the cat tree.

"Uh Hi - I hope you don't mind - I was the one who Sutida helped with the door. I overheard her talking to you - so I offered to carry up your food along with this thing - since I was heading up anyways. Don't worry I tipped - I had a twenty in my wallet."

Penelope can't move. Her mouth is hanging open. She is completely discombobulated by this turn of events.

It feels like a full minute of them just staring at each other...when finally he gives himself shake and smiles...

"Um...can I come in? This is not super heavy - but it is - um - awkward. Maybe you could grab the bag? Balancing it on this thing might not have been my best idea this week."

"uh...yeah..I'm...sure...of course...of course.."

Penelope grabs the bag on her heel and takes it to her kitchen counter. She starts to open it - mostly for something to keep her occupied - then realises she's still clutching the twenty.

"what? wait! first here's the twenty I was going to give to Sutida..I know it's a bit of a big tip..."

"Nah keep your money - you can get me back sometime at the bar... Plus no need to explain...I figured it was the welder-delivery woman you were telling Emily about last week...and I remembered you'd said you always give her twenty to make up for the time you steal for a quick chat. I think it's just another sign of you being the Queen of Ice - I mean - Nice"

As he talks, Luke strides over to the window which is the offending portal to the nude kung fu guy and thumps down the cat tree in front of it. It fits perfectly and totally helps promote privacy. Sergio blinks at it from his spot on the back of the couch, stretches, then jumps down and makes his way over to sniff the base of his new throne. Luke turns and smiles at Penelope.

Penelope is speechless again. She just stares. So does he. Until he does that shake thing again and launches back into his stream of talk...

"Look - I won't stay long...you look...you look...ready for a nice relaxing evening in and I'm hoping to catch up with a friend a bit later...but..but..."

"Yes...?"

"Look I got home and wanted to apologise...for the other morning. I mean of course Sergio has things...I mean Roxie has things...and in fact when I got home tonight I totally couldn't believe how - i mean that her bed was looking a bit um rough..um threadbare...not really good enough for um my girl...

..and...so...and...anyways...I...um...saw this at the pet store tonight when I dropped in to see if I could find something for Roxy...and well...I'm pretty sure it would be a crime against all things good and...and...beautiful had I not...um...immediately gotten it for Sergio. I mean...um ..it kinda goes with you decor...so i hope you...and um Sergio of course...um like it."

"Totally. I can't believe...i mean... Thank you. Yeah...um just...um... Thank you. Yeah...um Thank you so much...um.. yeah. Thank you Luke."

They stare at each other again.

Penelope is blushing and Luke is rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

This time it's Penelope who gives herself a shake and restarts the conversation.

"So - um - as usual I ordered enough food for the whole army... want some?"

"No...uh...no thanks...like I said I'm trying to get a hold of a friend of mine who's having a bit of a rough time. Maybe some other time? K? Maybe? I mean I would never want to impose...anyway um...I hope you have a good night...Penelope...um... Garcia!"

At this point he's .back to the door.

"Night Sergio! Hope you enjoy...See you at work Garcia."

The door closes behind him as he talks. He spins as he closes it. Unknowingly doing a fine impression of Levitt from Barney Miller leaving the squad room.

Click.

The door closes behind him and Penelope just stares as she realises the gorgeous man who for once just out babbled her is gone and she is now - well Sergio is now - the proud owner - of the most fabulous cat tree she. has ever. seen.

She walks over and runs her hand over the sparkly soft tower that he set by the window...as she realises not only is this giant gift is literally making her beam with crazy joy...

...her naked kung fu problem seems to be at least slightly taken care of...

Huh . I guess I am not the only one who indulges in random acts of pet kindness.

Penelope has now finished her dinner and is watching a nature documentary about Wildlife in the Canadian Rockies. If anyone were to ever ask, she would say that she's not exactly sure why she settled on it for tonight's viewing. Stamped it.

...although she has some suspicions that she is trying to smother.

It's turned into a two screen evening...and for more reasons she does not want to examine too closely...she has spent the evening researching hotels and cabins and something called glamping - which she can't decide is something that sounds fun or horrible - primarily at sites located in the Canadian Rockies...apparently there are hotsprings with pool and spa services... in Banff and Jasper...who knew! So far she's downloaded four trail guides and even done a poke around airfare sites...just to get an idea of what a flight would cost...

The nature show transitions to a part about grizzlies...specifically grizzly mating. So far she's watched goats, moose, elk, and some special snails get it on in the mountains. The producers of this show are clearly sex obsessed perverts. The bears are strangely a lot less violent then some of the other less fierce animals she's watched tonight...so far there has been a lot of bear making out - ear licking - neck nuzzling - general sensuous furry snuggling. Apparently grizzly couples are seriously keen on foreplay.

Penelope swallows a groan as her tricky brain replaces the bear couple with herself and a certain cat tree delivery guy. She has zero doubts that he would be an amazing kisser - she just doesn't think that he and she should ever kiss. The silky pj's are now starting to feel a bit too sensuous against her body. She also is a bit hot - so naturally she sets down her tablet and un-knots the belt on the robe so she can shimmy out of it.

The bears on the screen are still sniffing and snuggling and licking each other. She knows grizzlies are some of the most dangerous bears out there...but they are just so gorgeous yet strangely magnificently adorable. Kinda the look she rocks the best...

As the robe comes off and the cool air hits her shoulders - her nipples do that stand-at-attention thing and her breasts feel extra full and tingly. She tips her head back and brings her hands up to cup and lift her breasts - stroking her nipples through the silky copper fabric. The friction is pretty damn fantastic. She tilts her head as if there is a lover who wants access to her neck for kisses and licking and nuzzling. Of course, the face she pictures and is almost feeling against the crook of her neck is his - covered in his not too long but not too rough beard...of course it is his lips she imagines pressing against her skin - mouthing her pulse point - licking down her collar bone towards the swell of her breast...

"And now the male will mount the female..."

Penelope looks up at the tv - dropping her hands from her breasts - she watches as they show the lumbering male bear hug the female from being and begin to pulse into her - still licking and nuzzling her her neck - maybe biting a bit at her scruff - and her damn pussy tingles like mad at the sight.

Penelope flips off the tv.

Enough. Time for bed...I mean sleep.

But her brain and body think that is a very very silly idea - so she doesn't get up from the couch - instead she leans back against the arm and swings her legs up onto the sofa - her hands finding their way back to her breasts - one caressing up the side of her neck to tangle in her hair...and the other rolling its way down and around and over her tummy (which is crazy sensitive and reserved to be touched only by very very very few) - and then dipping down under the elastic of her pyjama shorts...

Penelope lets out a long moan and gives in. She teases the skin of the lowest part of her belly - stroking back and forth with an open. palm - letting her fingers dance and dip and run through her curls between her legs. She gives her curls a few sharp little tugs which she mirrors with the hand that is tangled in her hair by her face...she moans again but this time her lips form his name as part of it all...

Oh Luke...

She is perfectly able to please herself for hours...her body has always been magically responsive and her imagination is no slouch and she loves the feeling of being in her own skin...especially when she's alone - but slow is not what she's feeling a need for right now. She wants this to be quick and satisfying and now.

She starts to rub her clit in hard tight little circles - dipping down sometimes into the opening for her vagina to slicken her fingers and tease more skin. She doesn't resist letting herself imagine Luke with her - afterall nothing from this moment will make real life with the man more awkward and complicated. So she pictures - feels - what it would be to have Luke - above her - on the couch kissing her her - all lips and tongues and hands and skin and teeth... the drowning swooping feeling intensifies.

She is close. And she knows how to push herself over the edge - she deliberately changes the cadence of her breath - she actually can make herself cum just by changing her breath and making her brain swirl into a narrative of all things sexy - she briefly remembers doing it once as teenager sitting in the back of an almost empty city bus - then drags herself back into this moment. She brings both hands down - using one to shove fingers into herself as deep as she can reach - as the first two fingers on her other hand jills her clit for all she is worth.

She is hunched over herself now - red faced - rocking and gasping - she knows she would not be a pretty sight if anyone were to walk in right now but she is almost there so she doesn't care...quickly she weaves a belief that Luke's cock is deep inside her and that he is making the most incredibly sexy noises as he makes love to her...that he is momentarily holding back but then is cumming...cumming...cumming inside her which makes her release crash over her.

She shudders through the end of her orgasm and then unfolds herself from the couch and stumbled her way to bed. Ready to sleep away the rest of the night.

She opens her bedroom window to let in some fresh air and then falls onto the bed pulling the comforter up over herself.

She is asleep in minutes.

In the darkness of living room Sergio jumps to the top perch of his new cat tree, and surveys his domain.

He is totally pleased with his new status as ruler of the galaxy.

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Chapter One

-You Are My Favorite Distraction-

It wasn't that Harry didn't love his job. He did and he loved the company, but the building was understaffed, and Harry was doing five different jobs at once. His official title was Chief Media Officer, however at the moment he also filled in the roles of Chief Communications Officer, Chief Costumer Officer, Chief Listening Officer, and Chief Brand Officer. Granted most of those jobs could he pushed into three separate ones however the Manchester Branch wasn't exactly paying much attention. To say he and other Chief Officers were overworked and underpaid for all the work they did was an understatement. It came as no surprise when Janitors started getting fired then lower employees and then finally the first top level employee was let go. Despite Liam, Chief Networking Officer along with Chief Compliance Officer, Chief Operating Officer, and Chief Human Resources Officer, in constant communications with the other Chief Networking Officer at the Main Branch located in London, nothing was ever done about it.

"Hey Haz, what do you think is going to happen?" Liam asked entering his office with his laptop and a few files.

"I think we should probably pack up our desks and find new jobs." Harry said as he continued to type out an email to one of their Manchester customers.

"But which position do we apply for?" Liam questioned.

"Your favorite." Harry guessed with a shrug, "can I help you with something Liam?" Harry asked looking over at his best friend since childhood.

"Yes, actually you can help me decide on what to do if- no when we get shut down." Harry sighed as he saved his work then stood up and rounded his desk, "I like working here...well not here but here."

"Yeah, so do I and I know it sucks because you done everything you could, we all did, but it's not our fault." Harry told him.

"I know that. I just-" They were interrupted by Liam's phone ringing inside his office across from Harry's, "We'll talk later."

Harry has worked for Preserve Earth ever since he was eighteen working in the warehouse having to wear tacky white polo shirts. Back then Preserve Earth was still new and was barely considered more than a small business. They only had biodegradable dinnerware like cups, silverware, plates, and bowls. Standard things. They had just started biodegradable bags of various types when Harry had applied for an office position in London. He had worked in customer service on the second floor for two years. Then the accident happened, and Harry hadn't been able to stay in London after that and had applied for a transfer to the, at the time, new Manchester location. He had started interning with the Chief Media Officer and then had gotten a position as his assistant. Fourteen months after that he had left to train new employees at Liverpool and Harry had been given the job six months later when he decided to stay in Liverpool.

He had been the youngest Chief Officer of the entire company which had gotten a lot of attention from everyone. Everyone had told them it was a bad idea having someone in their early twenties be the front man for the media. The President of the Manchester Branch had stood by his decision and by Harry and Harry had made sure to do his absolute best in his work and it showed by twenty-five, two years after being put in his position Harry had been wanted as the Chief Media Office by large corporate organizations all over the UK and even some from America. The Manchester branch revenue grew in twenty-eight months more than it had grown in the past four years it had been opened. The President had retired soon after and a new president came, and Harry had tentatively brought up social media and how it could grow the business and connect to the customers better and the new CEO had agreed to a trial run of six months. Harry watched a few training videos online and then started ''Preserve Earth Manchester'' social media profiles on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. The first two months only showed minimal growth as Harry grew the platforms, but then he wore a pink suit and apparently it was very controversial, and his picture traveled everywhere and then they found his personal Instagram account which promoted his work because he did love the company and he really did love the products. Then the company had to start limiting sales of the products they sold to regular people like backpacks and water bottles and even ecofriendly biodegradable phones cases. Even then it was in high demand and had shipping wait times.

Harry had been called into the President's office while he had been on the phone with the Owner of the company. He had apologized as soon as he entered the room then had sat there quietly for two hours not able to listen to anything they said. When he had ended the call, Harry had wasted in silence for five anxious minutes before he had grinned and told Harry that he was welcome to keep the social medias and that he needed everything Harry had done and read by tomorrow so he could send it off to the other branches. However, they had been a few companies that had left the company as they didn't think a man in a pink suit was a good representation of the company. Or whatever the bullshit excuse was. Every President and the Owner had done a press release stating,

"Preserve Earth is an ecofriendly, biodegradable, and compostable company that is LGBT plus friendly. Our employees are encouraged to wear whatever they feel comfortable in as long as it is appropriate for their position. We encourage all of our employees to be their authentic selves and to be whoever they want to be and to wear whatever they wish to wear. The Chief Media Officer dress policy states and I quote, "The Chief Media Officer must wear business formal attire during press releases that will be aired on television. They are not required, but are encouraged to have their skirts, if they so choose to wear them, at their knee. However, they are allowed to wear them to their thighs, miniskirts are not allowed it must be two to three inches below the bottom. This is to prevent cameras from getting inappropriate shots of a person as they bend, squat, walk up or down stairs, or sit down this is not an act to prevent 'distractions' in the workplace. The Chief Media Officer is required to wear business casual attire to work unless told otherwise." With that said Mr. Styles did not break dress code policy and therefore will not be 'held responsible'. That is all thank you."

Harry had been very embarrassed and had apologized multiple times to his boss, but he had laughed and waved it off.

"Harry I'm forty-three years old and even I know that the world is changing for the better. You can wear whatever you want as long as I do see Harry junior or his two buddies down there. Got that?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Get back to work kid."

Harry had loved his boss and had been saddened when he announced his retirement only three years ago. Mr. Fritz wasn't a terrible boss right away, but after eighteen months Harry and everyone else got a pay cut. Which...okay it was reasonable since they wanted to divert some of the money towards opening another branch and Harry was paid a lot. Then six months later and there was another pay cut. Then employees started getting fired and well...here they were. Three years with a new boss and completely overworked and fearing they were next on the firing list.

"Excuse me." Harry looked up from his computer to see a woman dressed in a black blazer and skirt combo.

"Yes?"

"I need to speak to Mister Payne where is he office?"

"Directly across the hall he's on the phone at the moment."

"Thank you." Harry didn't bother reminding her he was on the phone and went back to typing when he heard another male's voice coming from Liam's office. Harry paused furrowing his brow as he listened to the conversation.

"Sir-" that was Liam, Harry knew that for sure.

"Your job was to contact my networking officers. Miss Caldor is head of Networking at the London branch. I had to find out this branch was broke was through my financial officers. I understand everyone here is overworked and I apologize for that however you did not do your job-" Harry stood up and stormed across the hall entering the office.

"Who the hell are you talking to like that?" Harry asked only faltering slightly when he noticed the large group of people in Liam's office one of them being the CEO/Owner of the entire company.

"Excuse me." Louis said raising a brow.

"Liam has been in constant communication with Eleanor since he started working here five years ago. They exchange weekly emails he told her when we got the first pay cut then the second then the firings. I've been in constant communications with her for over a year. So don't you dare come into his office yelling at him as if he's on the wrong when it was your side who didn't do their job. We barely have enough time to pee during the day let alone write twenty-five emails to your employee to make sure she takes us seriously. I don't give a damn who you are I will not allow anyone who has stuck out this long with this treatment to be blamed while your bullshit Networking officers spent three weeks in the Bahamas two months ago for doing excellent work while this man has put in one hundred hours a fucking week with three pay cuts in less than two years. Also let's not forget that when you first opened your second branch you promised one to two annual visits only for you not to show up for the past six years. So how about you talk to your officers before you come over here and start pointing fingers at people who barley sleep five hours a night for your company. If you would have let Liam speak before jumping down on him, I'm sure he would have been more than happy to show you the email your officer sent us telling us we are being overly dramatic, and no one can possibly work roughly fourteen hours a day. Which we don't we clock out after ten and work the rest of the six off the clock for free. You're welcome for that by the way. Also-"

"Harry." Liam hissed.

"What? No fuck this guy I have a whole lot more to say to this fuck head who thinks he can just waltz right in here and-" Liam covered his mouth and quickly shoved him out of his office locking the door once Harry was out, "Pansy!" Harry shouted before he closed and locked his office door around his office to stare at the document upfront of him. Harry slowly calmed down and continued working until he was interrupted yet again, but this time by three sharp knocks at his door.

"Go away." Harry said.

"Can I at least apologize?"

"There you just did now go away." Harry groaned when he heard his lock turn and he glared at Liam who held up the spare key Harry gave him out of trust, "you're a traitor."

"Sue me." Liam said pocketing the key as Louis Tomlinson walked into his office.

"May I explain myself?" Louis asked.

"That depends is this going to be where you make up an excuse of stress then I, for whatever reason, forgives you despite you not learning from it and doing it again later on? Because if so, then no you may not." Harry spoke as he continued to type too focused on getting this document finished before his train of thought left him.

"He watches too many Hallmark movies around the holidays, and I sort of messed up his tea this morning. He's pissy."

"And not sorry by the way so if you're expecting me to apologize after you I won't. I shouldn't have snapped nor cursed at you, but I don't regret it. Oh, and this isn't me trying to be rude this is me trying to get these words on screen before my train of thought leaves me for a different task." Harry explained.

"Good luck." Liam said before he was hurrying out of his office.

"What is it that you want then?" Harry asked.

"I apologize I didn't realize my Networking Officer wasn't completely honest with me when she told me of the only email she had received which was yesterday morning."

"Thank you."

"So...we're good?"

"Yeah, we're fine."

"It doesn't feel like we're fine." Harry looked away from his screen towards Louis who admittedly not two hours ago he thought was extremely hot.

"I do not apologize for what I said however I do apologize for the way it came out. I should have spoken to you more calmly and more rationally. We're fine now I do have to finish this template before we all meet up together and discuss what's going to happen next. So, give me like...thirty minutes?"

"Thank you, but you didn't need to do that."

"I'm a grown mature man I know when I'm wrong- well in this case half wrong."

"We'll have a meeting in an hour." Harry nodded in acknowledgement then looked at him when he didn't leave right away.

"Yes?"

"Nothing just... Why haven't we met before?"

"Because I live in Manchester, and you live in London?"

"Yes, but I have visited this office quite a few times."

"I lock my office door or I'm busy on the phone. Besides during the annual gala, we all sort of stick to our own coworkers and don't mingle. I especially tend to stick with Liam and Niall who stick close to the back, so we're not spotted sneaking sips of a flask."

"Right. Well, it was nice to meet you, Harry." Louis said giving him an appreciative once over that, unfortunately, made heat rise in his cheeks as Harry focused on the screen upfront of him.

"Yeah...you too." Louis smiled at him before he turned and walked out of the office, Harry quickly stood up and locked his office door again shaking his head. Absolutely fucking not.

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Today fate handed me a very strange gift...

As I work a lot from the home office and have to share my desk at home with my partner I very much wished to have a desk of my own. But all the desks I saw were too big, too bulky or simply too pricey!

My dream table had to be very specific. Height 70cm, depth 60cm only (as it has to fit around the radiator and not disturb the esthetic balance of the room). Light wood to match the bookshelves. Preferably metal legs, and thin drawers.

Today after my forest walk I pass a house which has put out three of my dream desks which fitted all my requirements out „for free“ (in my country if you don‘t want something you put it out for free with a postit on it). All the three in mint condition!!! Of course I grabbed one and took it home!

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Denial

The occasional flickering lights paired with the off-tune singing of the on-duty police officer did nothing for the declining morale in the cells. The morose atmosphere was a weight crushed onto the shoulders of all who were trapped. Sans rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and lay his head against the stone wall. Across the cell, Muffet stared into the distance with eyes the dullest he had ever seen them. Second to Papyrus, she always tried to keep a positive outlook on things on the Surface. Now Sans found himself staring at a hollow shell of his once peppy friend. Through the hours, he had tried talking to her, but she had merely brushed him off wanting to ‘be alone with her thoughts’. Sans understood in a way, so he hadn’t pushed it. While waiting for some sort of deus ex machina, his thoughts had wandered as well frantically wanting to focus on something—anything other than his current predicament. To his home. To his brother. His friends. Life in the Underground compared to life on the surface. Fall. Frisk. When his thoughts fell on the young woman with the shining brown hair and the deep blue eyes, he dug the heels of his hands into his closed sockets and let out a deep groan of exasperation from deep in his person. He pictured her smiling at him from the top of the small tree she had climbed outside of Tori and Asgore’s house. She had smiled at him—and him at her—many times during the years. In spite of his own desires, he recalled the first time her smile had changed. Sans stood up swiftly, ignoring the shocked expression across Muffet’s face, and began to pace. Why did his mind have to take him there of all places? Wasn’t he already having a hard enough time? His strides became faster and ferocious across the concrete floor. One of the last things he needed to do was live in the past. Each tap of his foot against the concrete rushed more thoughts into his brain. The first time he had heard her laugh on the Surface. The first time he had seen the stars; she had sat on his lap and pointed out the many constellations. It had become something of a tradition. Each year they had returned to that spot and star gazed. His hand twitched. Although it was one of his favorite collection of memories; no, correction, it was one of his favorite memories. Now it was tormenting, and he refused to let himself go there.

His memories though… they had other ideas. A fierce montage of memories presented themselves; demanding to be remembered determined to not be forgotten. They had started out sitting together, the little girl on his lap. With each flip of the metaphorical book, something happened. She sat cross-legged on his lap. When Frisk had gotten too big to sit in his lap, she had sat right next to him. As Frisk continued to grow older, they laid down and watched the stars. It hadn’t mattered to him that the small village of Ebott was growing into a larger town just below the cliff where they were enjoying the sprawled-out cosmos. It had just been them enjoying one of the many wonders he had come to know in the time of living on the Surface. Sometime during the years, he found himself looking at her more than the stars. Frisk sat up. Sat further apart. Left sooner.

“hey kid, can i uh… talk to ya for a minute?”

The last picture of the flip book—

“Keep that up Dearie and you’re going to dig a trench in the floor.”

Sans jumped and looked around. Muffet. The cells. The depression and hopelessness in the air. That’s right. This is where he was. Sans’ sockets met Muffet’s many eyes and shook his head, waving away her concerned look.

“just thinkin’ that’s all.”

Muffet opened her mouth to speak, the grinding of the metal prison door interrupting. A tall man came into the room and headed to the desk where the asshole with the cheap mustache sat, continuing to sing off tune. By the 10th song, Sans was almost positive the officer was doing it just to grate on their nerves. Heads peeked between the bars, making sure not to touch the metal as they all watched the man drop a sizable manila file onto the desk. The off-tune singing stopped as the officer picked up the papers and began reading them. The continuous smug smirk Sans had come to associate with this human faded into something between a frown and a snarl. He stood up and unhooked a large ring of iron keys from his belt.

“Sans!” The tired skeleton turned to the voice and blinked, seeing Fall.

“fall. didn’t i tell ya to leave?” Fall’s demeanor was a complete 180 from what he had seen before. Fall smiled and nodded, interlocking her fingers in front of her.

“Yeah, but… I wanted to come and pick you up.”

pick me up?

Sans’ sockets widened, and brow bones furrowed when the smug officer, now looking defeated unlocked his cell and opened it. He heard Muffet clapping all her hands behind him. Determination was renewed with each cell that was opened. He felt arms wrap around his neck and looked at Fall who had buried her face in his chest.

“I was so worried.” Fall said, and Sans could hear her voice cracking. With a small smile of his own, he wrapped an arm around her waist which only earned a tightening grip. They had all been brought to jail with no promise of a trial or a jail sentence in due time. Of course she had been worried about him. He rubbed her back and she parted seemingly pleased that he was—in fact—here and well.

“Oh Dearie, I think you should wait until we’re at least out of here before you get all lovey-dovey. Don’t you think?” Muffet said and looked at Sans with a coy smile. He heard Fall’s melodic laugh from next to him. Sans shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away. Muffet’s laughter stopped and Sans noticed her gaze focused on the door. When he followed her gaze, he saw nothing but heard uneven footsteps getting more distant with each passing second.

“We’re going to fill out the paperwork in order to finalize your release.” The man that had delivered the papers stated. Even though that meant that they were going to remain in the prison a little longer, they would be out soon.

Thankfully, the officers had moved rather quickly and within the next hour, Sans was out. He had never been so happy to be outside in his life. He took a deep breath, basking in the crisp, cold air. Above him, almost taunting him to remember, was the shining beams of stars. He tore his gaze from the ether when he felt an arm wrap around his. Fall’s smile brought him back down to reality and Sans found himself smiling in response. His footsteps fell in time to Falls and they walked on the sidewalk. Every now and again he noticed a few humans glancing at them while Fall chirped merrily, oblivious to the looks they were receiving. Perhaps he was just imagining things because of what happened. They crossed through the middle of town towards the outskirts. Fall lived on the part of Ebott City that had been there for years, even before the monsters had come to the Surface. It was on the side of where the small village used to be before it grew to its current size. The trees were healthy, and the smell of nature merged with the air, noticeably cleaner than what was in the city. Ebott was very ecofriendly, but nothing beat the original. Many times, Sans had wondered if she had moved here or if Fall had lived in Ebott for the years and saw Ebott grow to the metropolis it was today, but it really wasn’t his business. He knew himself well enough to realize that he would end up asking more questions and didn’t want to think of where they could end up.

Fall’s house was small, almost bordering on a cottage. It was a brick home with a tan roof with material he was unfamiliar with. It had a small chimney and white windows. It was simple and sweet, like Fall herself. He walked to the door with her and stood at the door. “I could always walk you home…” Fall suggested and watched Sans with a small smile.

“you’re already freezing as it is.” Sans said and smiled. “it takes me longer to get cold, you know that.”

“I—”

“i can tell how cold you are.”

Fall blushed and shuffled her foot against the stone walkway. Sans could see that she was shivering and trying to hide it. He held her head and leaned down, kissing her forehead. “go inside.” He said. “i won’t leave until you do.”

Fall’s blush grew, reaching the tips of her ears. She nodded and dug in her jacket pocket to get her key. Just as he promised, Sans waited until she was inside, had locked the door, and turned on a light before he left. Sans usually would take the long way home but decided to take every shortcut that he knew of—excluding teleporting—to get back home. Those metal bars at the prison had sapped him of all magic. A monster’s magic was tied directly to their physical status; his lack of it was leaving him exhausted. As much as he wanted to stay outside and stare at the stars, his legs quickly took him back to his home. A large part of him had been terrified that something would’ve happened to his home, but when he came over the small hill that slightly hid his home from the northern view, it was just as it had always been. A light was on and he could see the silhouette of people inside. From the shapes, it was Undyne and Papyrus. The closer he got to his home, the rustling of leaves belonging to the nearby bushes caught attention. Out of the corner of his sockets, the leaves stopped swaying. He scoffed slightly and had his hand hovering over the doorknob when he heard it again. Quickly he turned and headed towards the bushes. The pattern of the swaying leaves was not from the occasional breeze. In addition, it was much too cold for any animal residing in Ebott or its surrounding area to be wandering around. A figure moved from the bushes and he saw the form run from its position into the night. Sans ran a step forward but restrained himself. He was in no position to be chasing after something in the night. He narrowed his sockets and turned back to his home. He waited for a moment, listening to the person’s return. When he heard nothing, Sans opened the door and entered his home.

Warmth washed over his bones and instantly set him at ease. The inside of his home was exactly as he had left it. If it wasn’t for his tired and aching bones and the clothes he was wearing, he would’ve been inclined to believe that it might’ve been a dream. Sans had just closed the door behind him when hurried footsteps slammed from the kitchen.

“SANS!”

“Sans!”

Washed over with relief, his face relaxed into a smile. Both Papyrus and Undyne were unharmed and safe. On the way home, he had been sorting through each bit of torture the humans could’ve done to his brother and friends had they been caught. “heya…” Sans exhaled and rubbed his head. His cranium was throbbing and he was hungry.

“SANS! I WAS SO WORRIED!” Papyrus shouted, tears gathering in his sockets.

“paps…” Sans patted his brother on the shoulder. “thanks for worrying about me, but i’m fine.” In his peripheral vision, he could see Undyne’s features change. “i’m actually a little hungry.”

“NEVER FEAR BROTHER! MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS WILL COOK YOU SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE YOU LESS HUNGRY, AND EVEN FULL!”

When Papyrus was content in the kitchen, humming, he looked over at Undyne. It was clear that she knew there was more to the event than he was letting Papyrus in on. Taking a seat on the couch with a grunt of pain, he gestured for Undyne to take a spot next to him.

“…”

“. . .”

“Where’s Muffet?”

“she went home.” Sans said. “… how is everyone else?”

“The rest of us got away. For some reason, none of them chased us. I think if it wasn’t for you, we would’ve been followed.” Undyne sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“honestly, i still can’t figure out why they let us out so soon. with everything that had happened, i was sure that they would have us in there for years.”

“They just let you out?”

“yeah. some guy came in and handed this officer with a cheap mustache our release papers. where he got them and who processed them… they wouldn’t tell us.”

Back in the booking station after many of the monsters had tried to press the guard for more information, it left Sans and Fall alone with the man. Muffet had wanted to stay with, but Fall insisted she go since the spider monster was barely able to keep her eyes open. No matter how many questions Sans had asked either of them, no one would tell him anything. It was like it was a secret.

“…”

“no.” Sans said and watched Undyne roll her eyes and look away, leaning her arm on the rest beside her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that the primary suspect for the deus ex machina was Frisk. He refused to believe it though; after everything that had happened between them, Frisk wouldn’t want to help them. She had made it pretty clear with recent actions that there was a clear distinction between humans and monsters. No matter how long and how fiercely they all advocated for peace and equality, that blatant line refused to disappear. There wasn’t any room for negotiation.

“How was it in there?”

Sans looked forward, not really focusing on anything in his field of vision. The cries from the other cells filled brain, the off-tune singing of the officer. The scorching that reached into his marrow from the iron bars stinging and branding him. The exhaustion that exuded from him.

“it was a prison.” Sans said. “it wasn’t exactly a sleepover. but it’s all over and we’re all fine now.”

liar.

“Is that so?”

“yeah. of course.”

you’re such a liar.

“Alright.” Undyne said and stood up just as Papyrus had come into the living room with a bowl of spaghetti and an oddly perfect looking garlic bread loaf. He looked up at Papyrus and raised a brow bone.

“GRILLBY WANTED TO MAKE SOME AND BROUGHT IT OVER. SINCE I AM THE BEST BROTHER EVER, OF COURSE I’M GOING TO SHARE IT WITH MY ONE AND ONLY BROTHER.”

“heh. thanks, paps.” Sans said and took the small tray.

“Well, I’m going to get going. Alphys is ordering takeout and we’re going to binge watch anime.” Undyne stretched and waved at the two skeleton brothers before leaving.

While Sans was snacking on the food Papyrus—and Grillby—had made, his lids became heavy. He had only made it barely halfway through when Papyrus’ voice cut through the air.

“SANS! YOU MUST BE TIRED! I’LL PUT THIS IN THE FRIDGE FOR YOU AND YOU CAN EAT IT TOMORROW. THEN I’LL MAKE MORE FOR YOU.” Papyrus said and took the tray. “DO YOU WANT ME TO READ YOU A BEDTIME STORY?”

“next time paps.”

“OF COURSE, BROTHER!”

Sans stood up, slightly unsteady. He walked up the stairs, passed the painting that was in their old house in the Underground and went into his room, closing the door behind him. He frowned and looked down at his clothes. They were dirty and messed up. Upon closer inspection small holes littered the pants and the hem of the shirt. So much for the only pair of ‘formal’ attire he owned. Sans tossed them onto the floor and donned his regular nighttime attire. He looked around his room and snapped his fingers. He blinked and looked around. The same messy room. The same floor and walls. It was rather disconcerting. Monster food was pure magic, dissolving into the monster’s system to fuel their powers. Worry set in and he actively tried to push it away. He snapped again; not even a spark of magic. He sat on the edge of his bed and exhaled. It must be because of how much he had come into contact with those bars combined with how exhausted he was that sapped him of his abilities. Not to mention, he didn’t eat a lot, so he was probably passed empty. He chuckled and shook his head. Sans crawled into bed and closed his sockets, turning on his side. His mind wanted to wander but was overpowered by his fatigued form and before he knew it, Sans had fell into the embrace of slumber.

The sun, high in the sky filtering through the curtain roused him from his astonishingly peaceful slumber. He stretched, his bones groaning in response to the sudden movement. The brutality from the officers the previous day was finally sinking in. His typically comfortable bed touched all the wrong places, making it painful to move. Taking a deep breath, he threw his legs over the side and squinted in pain. He pushed himself off the bed and stood for a few moments. Sans rubbed his sockets and headed downstairs, leaning on the staircase for support.

“SANS! ARE YOU AWAKE?!”

Sane stood up, internally agonizing over the pain, as Papyrus rounded the corner.

“YOU ARE! GOOD! I MADE FOOD! COME EAT! YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING FOREVER! I COUNTED!”

Feeling comfortable and wanted, he headed into the kitchen and sat in his spot. Sans blinked, shocked at the spread before him. Spaghetti, garlic bread, orange juice, potato chips, fries, and a burger engulfed the table top. He looked from the mound of food to where Papyrus was, a smile so wide covering his face that Sans had to admit he was a little worried would break his brother’s jaw.

“I WENT AND TOLD Grillby THAT YOU WERE HOME AND HE MADE A LOT OF FRIES AND A BIG BURGER FOR YOU! I ASKED HIM IF HE WANTED TO COME OVER, BUT HE SAID HE HAD TO WORK TODAY.”

“thank paps… you really didn’t have to go through so much trouble.”

“THIS IS NOTHING FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SANS!” Papyrus beamed. “NOW EAT! EAT.”

Sans had to admit he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything in over 24 hours, minus the little bit of food he ate when he got home. Every bite he took, he relaxed more. Even though Papyrus’ cooking had just passed the acceptable level, it tasted and felt like home. Grillby’s food was amazing as always, and within a few minutes, almost all the food from the table was gone. It had relieved some of the aching in his bones and he was able to move around without feeling like his spine was going to break.

“AMAZING SANS! I WILL MAKE A LOT OF SPAGHETTI FOR DINNER TONIGHT!”

“thanks, paps… for all of this.”

“OF COURSE, SANS!” Papyrus said still holding his bright smile. “BROTHER! WOULD YOU GO TO GET GROCERIES!? BEING THE WONDERFUL CHEF I AM, ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PREPARE THE FOOD.”

“yeah paps.”

Sans stood up, the previous agonizing pain dulled to a mere throb. It would be easier to keep Papyrus in the dark about the situation and his pain this way. He zipped up his jacket and closed the door behind him as he left. A quick glance at the mail boxes caught his attention, each of them had mail. He went and opened each box. In Papyrus’ neat box, a simple red envelope laid in the middle. It was a little more crowded his Sans’, but even still the red envelope lay on top of all his other letters and other pieces of mail like a blood stain. He yanked the stain from both boxes and ripped open the top. In each, an identical letter was placed. It was another warning of the increasing taxes and their impending due date. Sans looked at the shadow of his brother merrily working in the kitchen and quickly returned to the letters. Sans flipped to the second page and his breath hitched in his trachea. Not only were the taxes increasing, but the rate of the bills as well. Even though it wasn’t clearly stated, Sans knew that this only applied to the monsters. This district was primarily monsters, dotted with a few human homes every now and again. At the time of the Arrival, it had been a way to keep all of the monsters in one place as they slowly integrated into society. With the letter he held, Sans could only wonder if this had been the humans’ intent the whole entire time.

The numbers on the papers matched with an almost 200% increase. Quickly he ran some numbers and the average amount of G their bills were, the difference was astonishing. With the current income Sans was receiving from an odd job now and again, there was no way that they would last one month with these increases. Already switched to big brother mode, Sans shoved the letters into his jacket pocket. Even if Papyrus did see the letter, he wouldn’t understand what it was stating. That would only bring about more questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer. All the same, he didn’t want Papyrus to have one worry in the world. He closed the boxes and headed to the store, attempting to rid his mind of the numbers that had seared themselves in his mind.

The destination Sans had changed. He snapped his fingers, but remained where he was standing. He went rigid. He had rested and eaten, but he still was unable to use his magic? Fear coated every bone in his body. What if he was unable to use magic again? No. No. He wouldn’t think of that. It would come back. Of course. It was just going to take a little bit longer. Maybe once he was all the way healed. Refusing to dwell on the dismal subject, he headed towards Grillby’s.

The first thing Sans noticed when he entered the bar was how empty it was compared to how it usually was. There were fewer monsters in the bar than he had ever seen. The empty spots set the typically merry bar to an eerie feel. He noticed his best friend desperately shining a glass, gripping onto it with such a force Sans would practically see the glass straining to stay composed. He went to the counter and took his seat which must’ve drawn Grillby from his thoughts because he stopped before he shattered the glass and pressed his glasses up on his face.

“Sans.”

“i’m fine… thanks for the food yesterday. it really helped.”

“I’m glad. Papyrus told me you came home last night. As did the other monsters.”

“yeah… it was a dismal night.”

“Yes, I would imagine so.” Grillby said and looked at Sans from over the rim of his glasses. “Everyone got home safely I assume?”

“yeah. as far as i know.”

“… This is alarming.” Met with Sans’ slightly confused face, he continued. “It is very calm in here today.”

“… yeah. hey uh, grillbs. have you checked the mail today?”

“No, I can’t say I have. Why?”

Sans took the envelope out of his pocket with the letter sticking out and slapped it on the shining bar. He watched his friend eye him for a moment before reaching and grabbing onto the envelope. Sans looked at the table as Grillby read the letter. He jumped slightly when Grillby slammed the glass onto the bar, shattering it.

“hey! watch it flame head.” Sans exclaimed. “are you crazy?” From the look behind Grillby’s glasses, Sans could very clearly state that yes; at this moment he was crazy. The monster community was rather tight knit and what affected one, affected all. Even more so between the groups of friends within the already knit community. Sans watched and sighed when the paper was incinerated in Grillbs’ hand and the small ashes fell to the floor behind the bar. “cool down.”

“…”

Sans smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “you’ve always been a cool-headed guy. don’t change that now.”

“Is this really the time?!”

“… of course.” Sans retorted with a smile. “always a good time for my hilarious jokes.”

Grillby sighed and slicked back the flame atop his head. He stayed like this for a few moments before exhaling and opening his eyes to look back at his friend.

“Does Papyrus know?” Sans merely raised a brow bone and Grillby chuckled and held his head. “Of course not. You know Sans… This is a severely drastic change. He will find out sometime.”

“… i’ll prolong that as long as possible.” Sans said and looked at the bar, tapping a phalange against the polished surface. “… grillbs. it’s my sole purpose in life to make sure paps sees the world with bright, innocent eyes. if i can’t do that… then i’ve failed as a brother.”

“Sans. The world isn’t perfect. Wouldn’t it be better for Papyrus to know that and adapt to it?”

“… paps is all the family i have left. i don’t want him to become twisted and jaded, like me.”

“There are other people here too, you know. You’re not alone.”

“heh. yeah.”

Silence fell between the two. The tension was heavy. Each monster wanted to say something, but how and what effect it would have outweighed the curiosity of the answer. Sans exhaled and shook his head. This was one fine mess that they ended up in.

“Isn’t there some way we can get this taken care of?” Grillby muttered, grabbing a broom and dustpan to clean up the cinders and glass.

“how? the last time we even attempted to talk to the humans about it, we ended up with a riot and a murdered monster.”

“…”

“don’t even—”

“You could always—”

“no—”

“try asking—”

“not happening.”

“Frisk.”

Both monsters stared at each other, willing the other to break first. They were the best of friends, but were each as stubborn and thick-headed as one could get. The ticking of the clock only echoed the time that passed. Grillby was the first to sigh and concede.

“At least tell me why.”

“… i don’t want to.”

“What made you two like this?” Grillby asked. “You two used to be close. What made you guys this bad? What made you borderline hate humans in general?”

Sans gripped onto the edge of the bar and spun around a couple times to release some of the pent-up emotions that had bottled up. He explained to Grillby what had happened the previous year about where Jason had made fun of Papyrus and how Frisk hadn’t defended him but had tried to stop Sans from intervening. The silence had fallen again before Grillby let out a incredulous laugh mixed with exasperation.

“You’re serious.”

“…”

“You two hate each other because of that?” Grillby shook his head in disbelief. “You’ve soured a decade of friendship because of something that could be misinterpreted? Frisk is a pacifist, she wanted to keep the peace.”

“…”

“And you’re just looking for a fight.”

“…what?” Sans raised a brow bone and watched Grillby. “don’t get so fired up.” The flame elemental stopped immediately and glowered at the smirking skeleton.

“… But neither of you are so stupid to ruin a friendship over that. Did something else happen?”

“…”

“So there is.” Grillby said and felt his mouth curl into a smile. “Care to share?”

“nothing happened. you’re delusional. you’ve got heatstroke.”

Grillby watched Sans, making him squirm slightly.

“So I was right?”

“what did you mean when you said I ‘was looking for a fight’?”

“It wasn’t so much that the whole incident got to you. It wasn’t that Frisk defended Jason as a person. It was because Frisk defended her boyfriend.”

Sans unconsciously bristled at that word. “… lies.”

“That so?”

“yes.” Sans said harshly. Right now, he was the one that was flaming. “it is.”

“Have you truly convinced yourself of that?” Grillby had asked after a few ticks of the wall clock.

“there’s nothing to convince myself of. there’s just the truth.”

“Indeed.” Grillby whispered. “You and Frisk—”

“if this is all we’re going to talk about, i’m going to leave.”

Grillby held his hands up in defeat. “Sans, all jokes and taunts aside, you really should try to figure out what’s really going on here. Something’s wrong.”

“i know.” Sans whispered. A paper was set down in front of him. He glanced up and saw Grillby nodding at it.

“Right now, this is all I can do to help.” Grillby said. When Sans had walked to the door with the paper clenched in his hand, he continued. “… Sans. Think about what I said. Really think about what I said.”

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