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You remember when the monsters returned to the surface. Ebbot City was filled with different strong groups of monsters, mainly the Dreemurs and Serifs, who quickly took control of the underground markets and dealings. It was hard to watch your city go from a bright tourist destination to a feared city to even leave your car door unlocked. Though, not much of your life has changed.

You were a simple assistant at a fancy suit shop downtown. Your father had been a tailor and you had dreams of following in his career, but so far all you were allowed to do was take calls and sew monograms on handkerchiefs. You often felt like just a glorified secretary, but you hoped Mr. LeVert would let you do just anything. Even if it was just a simple vest. 

Your hands have been aching to make something.

The day had started much like all of them in retrospect. You had woken to your six am alarm and made it to work on time, like usual. It was almost your lunch hour when two clients walked inside, and you say clients because you knew with how the two monsters were dressed that they didn't wear anything less then designer and bespoke suits. It might have surprised you a year or two ago to see a couple of monsters, but now it was a regular occurrence on the street. Though, you had never seen a skeleton monster before. It was almost creepy.

The tall one came in first having to bend his head to get in the doorway, his gold canines flashed in the light and his black suit looked like it was made of velvet and they had a deep purple button up underneath that let the collection of gold chains and necklaces that littered the thin bone of a neck that connected to the scowling mug that had it's eyes - no they looked more like ominous lights in a black void then eyes. You might have thought he was the one in charge with how he looked but then he stepped aside and a smaller skeleton -well you say smaller but they still looked a couple inches taller then you but you knew most monsters were huge- came inside behind the other. 

He had an air about him that put the first ones to shame. You swore the air felt colder as his piercing lilac eyelights scanned the entrance to the tailor shop. You felt yourself sit up straighter when his gaze finally landed on you. Your heart felt like it was racing in your chest and made your hands clammy. 

He wore a pinstripe suit that went down to well polished shoes. He had long scar that covered one eyeocket and over part of what might have been lips but just started into those sharp teeth that seemed to be in a slight scowl.

You glance at the time quickly. 11:45. Your boss was still on his lunch. And you were sure the usual 'by appointment only' sign was still in the window.  Thoughts raced though you. Had you forgotten and scheduled someone during the lunch hour? No you never do that. 

Quick Y/N! Say something their staring at you now!

"Hello! Um welcome to LeVert Tailor-made Suits and Refittings. H-how can I be of service?" You hoped your voice didn't crack as bad as you felt like it did.

The tall one approached the desk without speaking, you were firmly planted in your seat, trying to remember your words as he looked over you with eyes that seemed to be able to judge you down to your soul. 

" Is that anyway to treat a lady? quit acting like dog or I'll make sure your treated like such." You hadn't expected the silky voice. Let alone from the one still near the door. 

The tall skeleton moved away from the desk and shrugged, stuffing his hands in the coat pockets of his suit. "Sorry bro, just making' sure this gal wasn't hidin' shit from us."

What did he mean by that? 

The one who spoke walked up to the desk, his hard gaze seemed to be looking straight through you almost. " Sorry for my brother's manners. He often forgets them. I am Sans Serif and that mutt," his tone turned harsh and you saw those lilac orbs shoot to look a the shifting tall skeleton " Is Papyrus Serif. " 

Did he just say? No. No fucking way. Why me? 

He looked back at you, expectant.

"O-Oh! I'm Y/N L/N. I'm sorry to say sir but Mr. LeVert is out to lunch." You add the last part as quickly as you could, now that you've found your tongue. 

"Ah, I see. " Sans eyelights never left your face. " You aren't a seamstress yourself?"

"Oh I am-" You began, but his commanding voice overshadowed your before you could finish.

" Good, I need this suit repaired and I need it fixed now. I have a dinner to attend, and I refuse to abide a ripped seam. The room is this way correct?" He asked but didn't even wait for the answer as he walked into the back room. 

Papyrus followed behind his brother, his dark eyelights on you as he passed. You felt your shoulders relaxed and you glance to the back room before back at the office phone. You quickly pick it up and put in your bosses number. When you reached his voicemail, your stomach did flips, then it might has well spilled ou t on the floor when Sans' voice came from the room.

"Will I be waiting all afternoon?"

You stumble towards the room in your rush, nearly tripping over the lump in the rug that lay in front of the door. You make it inside and you could see Papyrus had posted up in one of the corners and seemed to be messing with a golden coin in his gloved hands. Sans was standing on the small raised platform in front of the three-fold mirror and his pinstripe overcoat was eleqently folded and placed on the only chair in the room. You notice the rip he was speaking of, the side of his shirt seemed to have been sliced open, you could see his ribcage underneath. Stark white bones beneath a vibrant lilac . That was more then a rip. It looked cut to you, but you were smart enough to keep your mouth shut and curiosity deep in your mind.

" Sorry, Mr. Serif." You say as you go to the small trolly that carried pincushions filled with pins, needles, safety pins and a seam ripper. Underneath was a container of threads. You hoped that you had the right shade of lilac.  

"No matter, come here and hurry it along. " He said as he waited. 

Your hands shook nervously as you moved close to him, only stilling as they touched the smooth fabric under your fingers. You place pins in it, sealing up the cut as cleanly as you were able to, and lifting his shirt just enough to stitch from the underside. You were midway through the stitch when Mr. LeVert came back from lunch. You heard the soft bell ring from the front door and his voice come through the building. Despite being 70 years old the man knew how to project his voice.

"Ms. L/N! Did you go on Lunch without locking up? " He called out, footsteps approached the door, you hadn't looked up from the work you were doing. " What- "

" Ah you must be Mr. LeVert. " Beneath your fingers you felt Sans' words vibrate through his bones.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry I don't remember having an appointment this afternoon. I hope Ms. L/N has been treating you well." He said, in an almost harsh tone toward the end.

You were so going to be hearing about it later. 

" She has been nothing but perfection, the needle hasn't touched me once and the stitch seems to not be leaving my shirt uncomfortably tight like some repairs do. Now. If you could leave so I can have her finish? I do have plans this afternoon and do not need you distracting one who has a sharp object near me, as I'm sure you know." He spoke plainly and when you manage a glance up, you notice that he was only speaking to Mr. LeVert through the mirror.

" Excuse me?"

Sans made a sound like an annoyed sigh. " Leave the room if you don't mind. I hate repeating myself."

You heard the footsteps of Papyrus and you could see his looming shape now between Mr. LeVert and the platform. " Mr. Serif doesn't like people who don't listen. " 

His tone was flat but it made your skin raise goosebumps. Your eyes stay on your work as you hear Mr. LeVert stuttering speech as Papyrus moved towards him and the receding backsteps till the door was firmly shut. You let out a gentle breath as your hands steady. Silence retook the room as you finished the last bit, double looping the stitch and gently set the fabric down along his ribcage and over the empty cavity that would be his side. You were surprised the shirt didn't sink in but it nearly tucked back in as he moved the fabric around to it's proper place after you removed the pins. 

" Hmm excellent work, " Sans stated as he turned his body to see the small new seam where a large hole had been. 

You don't know why but it felt embarrassing having him compliment your work. You just nod, not really knowing what to say as he turned in his leather shoes. You gaze onto that slightly scared skull of his, the longer you looked the more small scrapes you noticed. You were so intranced at looking at him that you almost didn't notice he talked again.

It took you a second to register what he said. You blink. You couldn't believe he said something like that like it was normal.

"What? " You couldn't help but blurt it out.

His neutral scowl turned to a smirk as one of his browbones raised.

" I need a personal tailor and I think I'll take you."

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It seemed like a joke at first.
Not that funny of one if it was.

But it wasn't. 

When Papyrus gloved skeletal hand was placed on your shoulder you knew it wasn't. You barely register being walked past a also very confused and shocked Mr. LeVert. He had had mouth open and just watched as Sans Serif walked past with you being lead towards the front door. You gave your boss what must be a pleading look, hoping he might step in before the two monsters mobsters took you to that very fancy looking black car with blacked out windows parked right out front. You mean this was kidnapping wasnt it? 

Sans passed a glance towards Mr. LeVert, but didn't stop his graceful strides to the door. " I'll be taking this employee off your hands. You can find another I presume. " 

"I um I well ---" Mr. LeVert, a man who usually knew what to say at any given time was stricken with the case of foot-in-mouthitis. 

" Good. " Sans stated simply as Papyrus reached past you, his long reach easily able to open the door while keeping a oddly gentle grip on your shoulder.

You had no clue what to say or do. Sans walked through the door, out to the aforementioned car. It was sleek to say the least and stuck out like a sore thumb among the other cars parked along the street. You stood almost dumbly as Papyrus let go of your shoulder to open the back door of the car. Inside was a mostly black with accents of rich purples and it looked like it cost more then  your apartment building.  Sans slid in first, settling into the seat and looked toward you with his lilic eyelights that seemed to pierce deep in your SOUL. 

You glance to Papyrus who had a neutral look on his face, then he gestured to get inside. What other choice did you have right now? You slowly climbed into the back of the car, taking the empty space next to Sans. You almost flinch when the door is closed as soon as you sit down. You hear Papyrus walking to the driver door and he climbed inside, but you couldn't see him. There was a private window separating the front from the back. Like a limo almost yet the smaller car couldn't be called such. You bit the inner part of your cheek as you kept your hands folded in your lap. Your whole body tense as the car roared to life and started driving down the bricklaid road that comprised the downtown district of Ebbot City. 

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sans with one leg crossed over the other. His eyelights were focused outside the window at the passing scenery. You could feel your heart pounding so hard in your chest it was making your head hurt. Which wasn't helping the thoughts firing through your head like some kind of drag racer on cocaine. 

 Do you say something? Should you ask where your going? Would he even tell you? He had said he needed a tailor. Was he lying and he's going to take you somewhere and kill you?

No if that was the case he wouldn't have needed to bring you like this. You'd be in the trunk and Mr. LeVert would be in there with you. Right? Right. Oh gods, what is he planning? A Serif? Just your luck. Well you were begging to be able to actually do some sewing. Now. 

Your eyes fully shift to Sans. " Mr. Serif?" 

His focus shifted to you and he makes a noise of acknowledment at you. You smooth out a small wrinkle on your skirt, your eyes shift down some. You had to choose your words carefully. 

" Why.... Do you need a personal tailor, sir?" You decide to ask. 

Safe question, one you should be allowed to ask without that -for a lack of a better word- guard dog driving to have to kill you for being to nosy. At least. That's what everyone says about these mobster types. And you had a feeling that it wasn't all just rumors. 

Sans didn't look surprised by the question, he leaned back against the black leather seats. "  Well my line of work can be," he paused for a second, his nasal cavity seemed to scrunch up in almost annoyance. " Messy and it often ruins my suits. Or my brother's. He might be fine with wearing the same suit every day, but I prefer fresh and well made clothing. "

Doesn't really explain why he basically kidnapped you to work for him. 

"Why me?"

Shit. You said that outloud. 

Sans' browbone seemed to raise in question, his teeth turning into a slight amused smile. " I suppose I like your stitch work. " Then his tone turned more serious. " Mr. LeVert seemed to be squandering good help behind a desk so I relived him of that problem. "

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Your voice cracked you swore as you spoke next. " Oh, alright. " Great smart words Y/N.

It seemed to amuse Sans at least. He had that ghost of a smile again and his eyelights move to the scenery outside the window. You realize they were driving you outside of town to the summit of the mountain. You hadn't even realized you had left the city. The road turned to gravel and dirt  toward the end when the car pulled up to a large ornate gate made of what looked like black iron and had swirling filagree designs between the bars. A small box on a metal pole stood at window hieght near the gate. You heard the driver window roll down, your curiosity getting the better of you and you lean over some so you can glance out the window up at the gate that was now  opening inwards to a more well packed dirt road that lead into the thicket of pine trees that covered the base of Mt. Ebbot. 

The ride up the private road was one word. Breathtaking.  The pines and conifer trees made the slow drive worth every minute. You could see wildlife scattering at the sound of the engine, birds flew off into the bright blue sky above the trees and towards the looking mass that was Mt. Ebbot. Your eyes saw a clearing coming ahead, the trees stopped and soon it was crisp clean grass and holy shit.

Your eyes widen at the massive house -manor? - that was built right in the center of the impressive garden of some blue and purple flowers you didn't know the name of, but you have a feeling that they were some kind native to the underground. The building looked something ripped straight out of batman or something from Tim Burton might draw. It looked like it was two stories and had a four door garage, which is where the car was pulling into. The nerves came back as soon as the black garage door opened up slowly, inside was well lit and two other cars like the one you were in and motercycle. 

The car stopped inside and the garage door closed shut. Your nerves were starting to get the best of you as the car door opened and Papyrus was standing aside, waiting for you to get out. You blush embarrassed from what you assumed must have been a dumb look you had been giving him because he had cocked one of his browbones up. You climbed out, muttering what you hope came out as a thank you. 

Sans slid out of the vehicle and stood next to you, adjusting his coat to it's unwrinkled state and his eyelights look down at you. You just realize how tall he was compared to you now. He must be at least six inches taller, but now that you stood between them you see Papyrus was at least two feet taller then Sans. Maybe. He looked like he was slouching some in a relaxed yet intimidating posture he put off.  
" Ms. L/N , come this way. " Sans spoke and started moving towards the large wooden door that must lead to the rest of the house.

Papyrus moved ahead swiftly opening the door before Sans reached it. You almost stumble as you go to follow, your stomach was in your feet you swore. You step in behind Sans and his stride down a small hallway filled with coat hooks and a pine storage box. The end of the hallway held no door so you could see ahead was the entryway and the stairs that lead to the next story. You keep in pace with Sans as he made his way across the marbled flooring to the stairs, he paused and turned on his heel to look at you.

You stop just in time before you crash into him. But just by a couple inches. You look up into his lilic eyelights, " Um, sir?" 

"We will be speaking in my office upstairs. Papyrus, you can leave us to it. I doubt Ms. L/N has any INTENT to harm me. " Sans didn't even spare his brother a look, he kept his gaze on you.

You didn't hear him leave but when you looked over your shoulder, Papyrus was gone. Weird you heard him walking behind you this entire time. You look back to Sans to see him starting up the hardwood staircase, a runner rug covering the steps in a dark purple that was nearly black. You quickly follow him up the stairs.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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Sans for the first time enjoyed his ride home. The woman he picked up to be his new tailor has proven to be amusing to watch. Her expressions were so readable and her SOUL basically oozed her INTENT. She seemed mostly frightened and curious. 

Now she was standing before him in his office room. He had moved around his desk and took his seat in his chair. She stood in front of the desk, absently fiddling with the end of her blouse. He sat straight in his chair and leaned forward a little towards her.

" So, as I said before I need a personal tailor. I'm sure you are aware of my line of work. " He said ,steepling his philangies in front of him. " No need to pretend you don't. My family's name is well known in Ebbot City. " 

She made a small nod. So Sans continued. " Most of my employees that I personally hire live nearby on the property. I haven't hired many before you, and I only have one human besides you now that is even allowed within the gate. You will be given a small room downstairs, I might have need of you quickly before meetings one might say or before my associates come visiting. I have a reputation to uphold so I will be holding you to a certain standard. Most of my suits are perfectly fine but they get torn, and I do occasionally enjoy a new unifor- outfit. " He corrected himself.

" Wait. Um room downstairs like to just work in right?" She said, a cute look of surprise. 

Sans held in a chuckle, he was starting to enjoy her expressions more and more. " No, you will be remaining here. I won't have my tailor living an hour away by car if I have need of your services. " 

"Living here?"

"Yes."

" As a personal tailor."

Sans almost wanted to crack a smile. " Yes." He repeated.

She seemed to go quiet again after that, then her e/c eyes looked at him and a half-worried half-excited look passed across her face. "I guess I should ask. Will I be paid?" 

Sans couldn't stop the amused smirk rising on his skull. " Of course, you will be given money for things you need, the food in the house is yours to eat as well.  If you require much else let me know. As I had mentioned, I have only allowed one other human within these gates and I might not have everything you require. " 

He slowly stood up from his seat and he looked over Y/N again. Her nervousness from a few moments ago had seemed to have melted away, he could see it in her more relaxed posture but still carried herself proper. Unlike his constantly slouching brother of his. He reached into the desk, moving the Magnum pistol he kept inside it to the side and pulled out a small envelope, filled it with a few bills before handing it over to her. 

" Here is this week's pay, after this I will be paying you at the end of the week rather then the beginning." Sans told her, now moving around the desk and towards the door, sparing her a small glance to nonverbally tell her to follow him.

He like that she did without hesitation. She seemed to listen well.

He likes that.

"Thank you, Mr. Serif. I um won't squander the money then. " She said, her small footsteps following behind his. 

" Show your appreciation in your work ethic. " Sans told her simply then lead her out of his office and back down the hallway towards the staircase. 

He glanced back at her, now that her nerves were gone she seemed to be taking in all the environment like some cat let in from the streets.  Her curious eyes looked everywhere and anywhere as she followed him down the stairs and to the left wing of the house. He was amused by this girl. He hadn't thought she would be this amusing. 

Maybe he should have guessed.  

He walked her down the long hallway and stopped Infront of what had been a guest suite, but now it would be her room.  He unlocked the door with a key and handed over to her, his philangies grazed across her skin some. Soft but he could see a hardened bit of skin near her thumb. He guessed an occupational marker. 

He moved his hand away and opened the door up for her into the simple suite decorated in cool blues and purples like most of the house. " Here is your room, I'll have one of the rooms nearby turned into your sewing space so it doesn't cause clutter in here. " 

" Oh that's good. I like my supplies organized. " She had said, but her eyes were now scanning the room like she had done along the walk through the house.  " This is as big as my entire apartment back in the city."

" Speaking of, leave the address for me to send one of my men to collect your things, as well as a list of personal items you may want. I'll have them brought here. " Sans told her, and he wasn't expecting such a grateful and relieved look on her face.

" That would be amazing of you. "

Sans felt his SOUL thump in his chest. He ignored it and he stood firmly in the doorway. " It's a simple matter. Now I will be hosting a dinner here soon and it would be a pleasure if you would join. "  She seemed to baulk at that and her eyes grew wide. Sans didn't allow her to refuse as he started to leave.  

" Make sure you are cleaned up for the evening." Sans told her sternly as he turned on his heels. 

He had to leave her here to get settled in her room. 

Otherwise he might start doing things to see what other kinds of cute faces she might make.

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Dinner with a Mafia family was definitely not what you were expecting when you woke up this morning. Well neither was the almost literal kidnapping and coercion into being a personal tailor for one of them. But with how much was just in the envelope he had handed you was enough to pay for your rent for two months. And it seems like you didn't even have that expense to think about anymore. 

Maybe you were in shock. You should be feeling more, you don't know maybe angry or?

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. No use lingering on the feelings you were and weren't supposed to be having.  Your feet caring you through this , well for lack of a better word, suite. It was huge to say the least and the four post king size bed was nothing if not made small compared to the size of the room. You hadn't been joking when you told Sans that you could have fit your apartment in here and still had room. 

You look to the dark wood door in the corner, slowly you made your way to it and inside was a massive bathroom that made you wonder why the monsters would make such a big bathroom when it was said they didn't necessarily need a toilet. You shrug. He had told you a human used to come around here a lot. Maybe it was for their sake.  You glance around the vanity sink that took up nearly an entire wall. You bit your lip as you look over yourself.

Maybe I should get a shower? I don't really have any nice diner clothes with me. But he just said to be cleaned up, not that I had to wear anything else. 

You sigh and you turn your attention to the walk in shower that was more like the size of a walk in closet. You had a feeling this shower made it feel more like rain instead of the harsh pelting you usually got from your  showerhead back at the apartment. 

You look around for any soaps and shampoo, briefly considering maybe they didn't have any until you looked in what you thought was the water heater closet. But no it was a well stocked shelf of towels, soaps and shampoos of different varieties. You glance through the selection, your hand stops on a shampoo that was scented of blackberries and vanilla. You pull it out with a smile along with what must have been the matching soap bar in the shape of a berry cluster. 

Time for a nice shower. 

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Sans finger bones brushed against the stitches y/n had made on his shirt. It must have been the thousandth time he's done this now instead of finishing the ledger work on his families bootleg magic enhancers. His mind had went from numbers to the first moment he laid his eyelights on y/n. She looked so well put together in her dress blouse and flow-y yet unwrinkled skirt. Her hair had not a hair out of place, not even when she was doing her work.

He admired that. He also had admired the way your nerves had died when her hands went to work. Full concentration on the task at hand. The way her eyes glinted in the florescent light of the dressing room was only overshadowed by the way her eyes sparkled when she had taken her first look at the garden of Echo Flowers out front.  He couldn't help but hear the fluttering of her SOUL when he was close to her. He might have to ask Papyrus what trait it held. If he had to hazard a guess it was Perseverance. She seemed like she would look lovely in purple.

He stopped the tip of his finger along the last stitch. He removed his hand and looked back to the numbers on the page before him. He had to concentrate on his work, he frowned at himself for slacking off before dinner. Just because of some human woman. He had work to do before dinner. A dinner that she would be at. Now in hs home. His SOUL thumped in his ribcage at the thought. 

He paused his pen strokes. 

" Papyrus, I know your outside the door. " 

Sans spoke up as he leaned back in his chair. Papyrus stepped inside the room without a word and had his hands in his suit pockets. Sans sighed gently while his eyelights remained on his brother, who was obviously wanting to say something but was keeping it quiet beneath that neutral expression he seems to always have. 

"What do you want? " Sans spoke plainly, he hated beating around the bush so to speak.

" you didn't really need a tailor bro. why is she here? "

Papyrus cut right to the meat of the matter in seconds. Sans closed the ledger and set it to the side, knowing he won't get work done now.  " I don't know what you mean. I told her the truth as to why she's here. "

"alright. if you say so. " Obviously he didn't believe Sans. 

"If your just going to stand around and distract me from my work why don't you go do your job and go get our guests for the evening. The kitchen staff should be nearly done with dinner. " Sans stood up from his desk. " I need to make sure they made everything appropriately. " 

He didn't need his brother's Judgement right now.  He did need a tailor. It wasn't just because the longer he looked at Y/N the more he studied her every soft feature, and every twitch of her nose. And when that man had come in how her SOUL seemed to stutter and how this look of worry crossed her face. 

" sure bro. i'll get it done. who's comin'? " 

"Alphys has agreed to join us this evening, supposedly she is bringing Undyne as well. So expect both of them when you go to their home. " Sans started walking towards the door to leave the room. " And as much as I lothe to say we will also have that Napstaton who agreed to keep the media coverage of our next venture in town more quiet. "

" no dreemurs this time, the old goat still givin' you the cold shoulder after you took that contract out from under her muzzle huh?" 

Sans scoffed, he continued as he walked. He knew Papyrus was right behind him. " She was I'll equiped to attend that matter. Even Chara hasn't been by this month because of their mother's fury on the matter. "

"is that why you picked up a new human friend? missin' the kid hanging around?" 

There it was again. 

" No. And you will drop the matter. Go and do your job." Sans scowled but he felt his brother's presence leave after he teleported away. 

Sans made his way downstairs. He had meant to go to the kitchen but his feet betrayed him and he saw himself standing in front of Y/N's door. He could hear the loud thinking of her SOUL. Almost like it drew him here. 

....

How long had he been standing here listening to the soft sounds of her SOUL and the distant sound of running water? 

He blinked his eyesockets at the door and then frowned, he turned on the heels of his well polished boots and started down the opposite way. He needed to stop this, otherwise he would be proving Papyrus correct. And it would be a warm day in Snowdin before he let his brother be right about anything. Even... If Sans knew he was. 

In the kitchen the spider monster woman he had employed was preparing dinner, Muffet stood next to the oven in her rich red pinstripe vest with matching slacks that was overlaid with a slightly stained apron , spiders scuttled across almost every surface. Some poured flour and other ingredients into various bowls that  Muffet was occasionally stirring and pouring into different baking dishes. Sans ignored the small monsters as he made his way around the finished dishes resting on the long counter that took up most of the space in the middle of the kitchen. 

Muffet spared Sans a glance before she resumed her work, something Sans always appreciated from the spider monster. He looked at the dishes and nodded in approval. Most were dishes Muffet had been known for in her restaurant in the underground, various meat filled pastries, honey covered biscuits and various vegetables stewed in butter.  He suspected she was now working on the evening's dessert.

" As always it seems you are doing excellent. " Sans looked to Muffet. 

She made a chittering noise and a smirk seemed to be present behind her fangs. "I only get to do this because of you. " 

Sans made a small hum as he looked back towards the food. " The humans are stupid if they don't take into account your decades of hard work in the underground into account when needing to open your own restaurant. " He simply said.

When monsters came up to the surface, many of them tried to get jobs like they had underground. Most of them were disappointed when their job history didn't transfer to these human establishments. Muffet wasn't the only monster that was starting from square one. Even his own brother's doctorates didn't mean anything to the humans.

Sans pulled himself from his thoughts as Muffet spoke again. " So I hear we have a new guest in the house. You picked her up in town hmm~? " Her tone was coy and playful.

" I'm sure you would appreciate a seamstress in the house. " Sans put his hands behind his back as he stood up straight. 

" I suppose I would. " She made that chittering giggle. " But are clothes the only thing that interest you with the human?" 

What is with everyone pressing him on this. It was starting to irritate him.  

" I'm not going to even dignify that with a response. You're attempting to get a rise out of me and I have a feeling my brother put you up to it. " Sans tapped his foot on the hard tile floor of the kitchen. 

The lights gleamed in her completely black eye, giving her expression more of a mischievous glint to it then her usual one as she glanced back at him.

  " Papyrus tells me otherwise. And as much as you hate to admit it. Your brother knows you better then anyone~" she put some kind of purple batter in a deep Bundt dish before placing it in the oven. She turned with her hands wiping on two rags. " Is she compatible with your SOUL ~ hmm? Humans are tricky be careful dearie." 

Sans scowled some at her words and he turned and started to leave. " Make sure you make the black currant icing, I prefer that over the overly sugary honey one you prepared last time. " 

Sans ignored her chittering giggles as he absconded away from the kitchen. Between her and Papyrus, he was going to be driven to insanity. She was just a simple human he employed. They wouldn't be acting as such if he had brought home a monster tailor. Right? They we're just trying to get a rise out of him. Maybe he should give them more work to keep from bothering him. He glanced at the grandfather clock that stood in the middle of the east wing hallway. 

Papyrus wouldn't be long in returning now. 

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You felt refreshed from your shower, you were thankful your clothes weren't dirty so you could put them back on. Not much of a choice at the moment, you didn't have anything with you besides the clothes on your back. You wrapped the dark purple towel around your body and walked over to the vanity counter to grab your clothes. You should probably set the out in the bed so not to wrinkle them while you dry off. 

You step out of the bathroom into your new bedroom. After you laid your clothes out on the bed you began drying your h/c locks with the towel. You almost wished you had something better to wear as you stare at the plain dress blouse and skirt you had worn to work today. But how were you supposed to know you would, how should you put it, get a impromptu new job? 

You slide on your matching pair of bra and panties as your thoughts drift to the mysterious Sans Serif that took you from your simple life. Simple yeah. You guess that's how you would describe it. Maybe ... Boring. Yeah. That's better. This was definitely the most interesting thing to happen to you in months. 

Sans Serif. You knew of him from the whispers around town, police haven't had any good evidence to convict him of anything, and most humans knew to step aside when any monster carrying his family's favor. You hadn't expected him to be so.... Your face started to flush red at the thoughts. You slide your blouse on and skirt, smoothing the few wrinkles out that had settled in the fabric.

He was dangerous, you knew that for sure. But why didn't  you feel unsafe when you were alone in his office. It felt like the one you should really worry about was his brother, Papyrus. You were scared for sure, but somehow when the two of you were alone in his office it felt ... Way different.  Papyrus gave your this feeling like his gaze could look into your very SOUL and it was disconcerting to say the least. 

But he couldn't really right?

You heard the only time a human SOUL was visible was when a monster started a FIGHT with a human. Or the other way around.  

It took you a while but you finish getting ready, your hair was brushed out and dry, and you slid back on your shoes last before looking toward the small intricate clock that was on the wall near the small window that looked out toward the back garden and forest. You guessed it was nearly dinner with it being six p.m. now. You hadn't realized how long you had taken. How had it gotten so late? It only felt like a couple hours since lunch and Sans Serif walked into the shop and your life.

Maybe you were in shock? 

You headed towards the bedroom door, cracking it open and glancing into an empty hallway. You relaxed. You had half expected that looking figure that was Papyrus to be waiting for you. But thankfully it seems Sans trusted you to be able to find the dining room. You make sure your blouse is buttoned properly before stepping out of the room and locking it up with the key the skeleton had given you.

You walked down the empty and quiet hallway. You walk down, the sound of your footsteps echo making your nerves on edge. After what felt like eternity of listening to your own footsteps you enter into the grand entryway, from there you could hear distant voices. One sounded so loud you could almost make out the words. 

"You haven't ----- Sans! --- This month--- " 

" You are in charge of that part of our business aren't you. Take care of it." Sans' voice made your heart almost pound right out of your chest.

You make your way towards the voices, now you could hear the conversation between three people. One had such a soft voice it was hard to tell what she was saying even as you entered the archway to the most impressive looking dining room. The table looked like it weighed a ton and was made from pure hardwood with carvings around the legs, at least ten seats were pushed in around the table but only the very end of the table was set with plates and wine glasses-  is that real crystal?- and the room that appeared like it was mostly white and silver now on second glance looked like the room was actually painted such a soft shade of purple you could barely tell.
 
Your eyes settled on the three monsters standing around the end of the table. Sans stood next too what you could assume was two female monsters from their attire and voices. A yellow lizard wore a black and red accented dress suit with spiked shoulders that was straight out of the 198X's, a bold fashion choice in your opinion but it somehow suited the fierce looking lizard woman who had her arm wrapped around a taller but way demure fish lady. You took in the fish lady in a second as you slowly made your approach. Her red hair was in this crimped waves, where her bangs covered her left eye. She wore a black and white dress with poka-dots with a slight slight that showed her shapely scale-y legs underneath. 

" Oh shit! Sans I didn't know you had a human hangin' about! " The yellow lizard spoke, a big grin on her face, flashing her sharp white teeth, and her fist had collided with Sans' shoulder. 

" She's the new family tailor. I had her join us for dinner, and I assume that won't be a problem. "

Before the lizard can speak, the fish lady talked over her quickly in a soft voice that it was surprising when the lizard stopped for her. " Alphys will be well behaved I promise!" She looked towards you and gave you a toothy grin that almost unsettled you. " I'm Undyne, d-doctor to the family I hope we don't meet on business o-often. The beautiful lady next t-to me is Alphys " She seemed nervous talking to you but you still felt this odd instinct not to fully trust her.

You blink then make yourself smile as you introduce yourself. Sans makes a noise, that you assume was approval, and pulled out his chair and took a seat at the head of the table. Alphys and Undyne followed suit, taking the two seats set to Sans' left.  You don't wait long but you take the seat set to Sans' right. You glance at the seat empty next to you with its place set like awaiting someone. Then you realize, Papyrus wasn't here yet. 

As if Sans read your mind, he speaks up. " My brother will be here shortly. He still has one guest to join us. "

You nod and you give him a gentle smile, the tension in your shoulders relaxing as a monster that you hadn't seen before come out from one of the side doors. They came, poured glasses of wine and left just as quickly. It might have been a flame elemental but they were gone to quick for you to get a good look at them. 

Sans spared them no glance as he took ahold of his glass. Why did it seem like his eyelights weren't ever leaving you? Undyne and Alphys had started small conversation about some of the monsters that have tried opening shops up unsuccessful without loans.. or something like that. It was hard to follow their conversation, but all Sans did was nod in response or give a swirl of his wine. 

His eyelights never leaving you.