Your P.O.V

Many hours had gone by, by the time you woke up. Dim sunlight was shining through the tiny window. You could now see the room you were in and it was a total mess. Socks littered the floor and a small blue suit was draped over the bed railing. A dresser that was still in its box was over in the corner across from the bed. On top of it was a lamp whose shade was slightly askew. Underneath it was a flashlight instead of the light bulb. Something told you that it wasn't working for some reason. 

On the side table, there was a plate of cold spaghetti with a note beside it. You picked it up and read it to yourself. 

DEAR HUMAN, 

I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE MADE YOU SOME SPAGHETTI! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BUT BE SURE TO SAVE ME SOME! WAKE UP SOON! WE ARE ALL WORRIED BUT I KNOW YOU'LL BE OK!

LOVE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!

You giggled and slowly sat up, expecting pain but none came. You looked down at yourself. Your veins weren't glowing anymore. You were wearing a white button up shirt that was far too small for you and a pair of black pants that, on you, were almost knee length shorts. There were also bandages around your leg and shoulder that had lots of dried blood on them. 

Thinking back to what Sans had said the night before, you decided to check the wounds. You carefully unwrapped the bandages around your shoulder. Some of the blood was still stuck to your skin making it painful to unwrap certain parts. When you finally unwrapped your shoulder you could clearly see that there was no injury, but rather a small scar, the only evidence that there had ever been anything there. You were absolutely amazed by what you were seeing and you quickly unwrapped your leg to see that there was nothing but a mark there either.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!" you said to yourself in amazement.  

Just then, the door was opened by Sans, "morning kiddo. Feeling better?" He questioned.

"Great now!" you smiled.

"That's great kid. We were starting to get worried. You've been sleeping for two days. Even I can't sleep that long," he laughed to himself, "or can I?"

"I was asleep for that long?" 

"Yep. You must be hungry after that long without a bite. Wanna go to Grillby's?" 

You nodded and Sans turned around to leave, waiting for you to join him at his side. You were very hungry, even if you hadn't realized it until now. You looked around for your clothes but they weren't there. "I'd love to go but where are my clothes."

Sans turned back around, "oh yeah, about that. They were pretty bloody so we had to clean them and my bro put me in charge of it and, long story short, I forgot."

"Oh," you said, "well... I guess these are OK for now."

Sans's smile seemed to widen, "good. They're mine by the way. Oh and they look good on ya kiddo." You smiled too. You followed him out into the hallway. "Sorry Papy isn't here to say hello but he's out shopping and Undyne's at her place working on some stuff." You nodded. "Anyways, I know a shortcut to get to Grillby's. Brace yourself." And with the blink of an eye, you were inside the restaurant. 

"How in hell did we get here?" 

"Shortcut." Sans put blandly and chuckled.

Grillby looked up from the counter, "ah, (Y.N) you're feeling better! Wonderful!" 

You smiled at him. "Yep, feeling much better." 

You looked around the building and you could see the damage that had been done when the shoot-out had taken place. Windows were boarded up, the walls had holes in them and there were some seats missing that must have been busted bad enough that they were unusable. Otherwise, the bar seemed like it the same as usual. 

"I'll get your usual's," Grillby said walking into the back. 

You and Sans sat at on bar stools at the back counter.  Curiosity was growing inside of you. Why had those people attacked in such a public area? What was the outcome? Who really were the monsters that had saved you? What was that blue light you had seen before you passed out? And finally, what really was that drug they used on you?

Sans could see right through you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. "OK, I'll start at the beginning. I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton. I'm part of a group of monsters who... take care of things in the monster world. Protection, if you will. Those humans tried to kill us because of it. We're targets but it's all part of the job description. Those guys are dead now. All except one, with a message to their boss to back off." He paused. "Monsters have magic, something humans don't have. What you saw that night was me using my magic. Magic is also in Echo Flowers which is why they healed you." 

You thought about his words. "Now, when you say 'a group of monsters who take care of things,' what exactly does that mean?" You asked.

"An interesting group of criminals," he smiled. "And, should you be interested, my boss would like to meet you. I put in a good word."

Grillby brought your food and both of your drinks. You opened the bottle and Sans took his ketchup. "Yeah, I'm in." You said, smiling. He raised his ketchup and you raised your bottle in a toast.

"Welcome to the mob, kiddo."