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“What was he dealing in, Wings?  Weapons?  Drugs?” Sans guessed, only to have his brother’s mouth turn into an angry scowl.  Sans took another step away from him crashing into the side of the garage again.

 

“Entertainment.”

 

“What-”

 

“Nevermind any of that. It’s in the past,” Wingdings stated boredly, letting Sans know he wasn’t going to say anything more about it.

 

Sans felt an intense feeling of frustration rip through him as his brother stared down at him with half-closed sockets.  Sans wanted to continue talking about it, but he learned from a very early age that when Wingdings was done with the conversation, he was FUCKING DONE with the conversation.  And good luck to the monster who pushed him.  

 

And Wingdings didn’t discriminate either.  Papyrus more than Sans had found himself looking into the mirror many times in the mornings with the angry imprint of Wingdings’ hand on his face.  Then again, Papyrus never knew when to quit.  

 

“So I know you weren’t...feeling very well last night, but did Papyrus tell you he made a new…”Wingdings chuckled lightly and joined Sans by leaning up against the shed “...well he calls her an admirer.”  

 

Sans blinked.   An admirer?   An amused smile curled up on his lipless mouth.  He chuckled himself as he thought of Papyrus mistaking a terrified human woman who was probably forced to make small-talk with the youngest Gaster because she was in fear of her life as an “admirer.”

 

Wingdings’ chuckles started to get louder, alerting some monsters who were passing by that either the mob boss of their area was in a great mood or in a murderous mood.  Either way, they quickened their pace trying to put as much distance between themselves and the two skeletons as possible.

 

“Now that’s what I want to see!  My baby brother laughing.”

 

Sans snorted as he imagined Papyrus completely missing the terrified and traumatized look on that poor human’s face.  Papyrus could be so oblivious sometimes.  Wingdings clicked his tongue again, only this time there was no arrogance with it..  

 

“You can laugh all you want brother, but she did promise she’d help Papyrus gather the humans today for the speech.  I think that playground promise will help get a lot of those humans warming up to us.  But what about you?  What are you doing to make the humans more accepting of us?”

 

All the amusement vanished from Sans as he stared up at his brother, grateful Wingdings was staring into the distance and not at him.  Sans was never good at lying...at least not when it came to Wingdings, but the shorter skeleton took comfort in the fact that by the end of the day, once his little lady knew there was nowhere to go but to him, then he could start...kissing up to the humans too and continue with the other part of Wingdings’ plans.

 

And plus it really was a harmless little detour from the main plan when Sans thought about it and well worth it.  His prize...her body first and then eventually her SOUL...it was worth delaying something as minor as appeasing all the other humans in the area.  He’d do all that soon enough...plus Wingdings was still too busy monitoring Snowdin and Waterfall to really check up on him and what Wingdings didn’t know wouldn’t hurt Sans.

 

...AND it wouldn’t be much longer for his little lady to come around...just a day or two give or take...Yep...Sans had this all under control…