That's it. He was screwed. Done. Over.

Dead by Daylight was the first ever game Sans played. Right when it released, it was all the talk, so Sans had downloaded it. Asked Alphys for a name, which she had given the name Sukeruton to him. Apparently she threw skeleton into google translate and gave him the Japanese word. Thanks Alph. Real creative.

Sans picked Meg because of her perks. Stuck to the look, too. Kept the name across other games. Why not? He didn't care if people saw him as a girl, he wasn't offended. Not to mention it made people, or particularly certain guys, more inclined to give him free stuff. Which was pretty awesome, admittedly.

Sans was nice to people, and it became a normal occurrence. A lot of guys gave him gifts. Sometimes they sent items, other times they sent small amounts of money if Sans mentions he needs to go out and buy dinner. A few tried to buy pictures of him, but he was firm when it came to that. Nope.

There was this one guy Sans felt kind of bad for. TeaCup47. Dude was new to the game, and bad at it. Extremely bad. Didn't know how to repair generators, couldn't do skill checks for crap, and the killers practically had a field day getting points from him. Sans felt bad, seeing him get stuck on a hook in only the first minute. He had to rescue him, and watched TeaCup47 immediately get downed again. Safe to say they didn't win the round because of TeaCup.

'Dude, what the actual fuck. That was horrible.'

'Just don't play if you're this bad. It's sad to watch.'

'You made me lose my purple kit you bastard.'

'Sorry, it's my first time playing.'

Sans watched the discord conversation roll by. It wasn't exactly fair to judge someone if it was their first time playing. So, he sent his own message.

'You want some help? I can teach you.'

And just like that, they were off.

Sans showed the guy the ropes. Taught him how to do gens, what certain words meant, how to dodge the killers. And TeaCup47 improved. Sans was kinda proud of him. By no means was he an expert, as Sans had to swoop in and often save him from the killer, but he could hold his own. Soon, Sans introduced him to new games. Animal Crossing. Minecraft. Stardew Valley. Games that seemed more like his style. Slowly, Sans introduced him to more intense games, but they often switched between them. Dead by Daylight was their main, for sure. They talked on discord, set up parties, and had a lot of fun. Sans really found him fun.

Though, Sans didn't realize his voice could sound like either gender. He thought TeaCup47 had figured out Sans was a guy. He did not.

'You're a very kind woman. I enjoy playing with you.'

'Oh thanks, you too!!!'

'Would you like to go out?'

Sans had paused during that time. The guy definitely was over 18 from their voice calls, probably past his thirties. But he just meant online dating? Right? He was nice enough, and Sans wouldn't give him his address. Not to mention TeaCup47 bought him lots of things, and Sans was a total sellout. He could just keep it over the games while still getting that free stuff.

It wasn't a real relationship, right? He'd just keep it in the games. It wasn't a real relationship if the guy didn't know him, internet relationships were never real.

'Sure, I like you too!'

What a mistake. Sans, admittedly, hadn't planned very far. He was used to getting items and attention from his fake gender online, and maybe he was getting kind of greedy. He never intended to let it go anywhere!

Nothing really changed. At first. They still gamed, but sometimes Tea would throw in a flirty remark that Sans would laugh off. Tea bought Sans more stuff. A new survivor? Boom, Sans had it. A minecraft realm? They had three. If Sans even so mentioned that he was hungry, Tea instantly bought him food.

Sometimes he had to sneak out of his science job to shoot his boyfriend a text. Guy was persistent, Sans had to admit. He felt kind of bad, like he was stringing him along on a lie. Well, because he was, but still. Sans couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

'Can we exchange pictures? I believe you're very pretty.'

Yikes. Sans didn't really have a plan for that. But before he could reply, a picture had already been sent.

And his phone dropped.

Because that was his fucking boss.

W.D Gaster. A man known for his cold attitude. Sans never really talked to him, but he recognized him. Gaster was stern, had a no shit attitude and absolutely dominated the science field. Even recognized as the smartest man Underground. No one messed with him.

And Sans had been catfishing him. Oh lord.

Gaster didn't really come down to where Sans worked very often. He only visited during short periods to one of the head scientists, Alphys. Gaster was a man that didn't like people very often, so instead of manning the entire group of scientists himself, he split them into three groups and had a Boss for each group. Alphys was Sans' Boss, and Gaster was both of theirs, so things went to Alphys before it went to him.

That didn't stop Sans from hearing it.

Gaster had come to hear a monthly report. Sans, who was Alphys' assistant, had his desk right outside of her office. So naturally, he could hear the conversation.

"Is everything okay? You seem more... uh, happy, than usual." Alphys' voice rang from the office.

"Alphys, do you know what it's like to be in love?"

Sans almost choked on his breath. Swallowing thickly, he pulled out his phone. Seven missed texts. All from TeaCup47. Or, Gaster. Gaster even told Sans his real name, asked for his. Sans hadn't replied yet.

"I mean, I have a crush on Undyne, but..."

"No, real love. I met this girl online. She's beautiful, and perfect, and I think I love her."

Sans looked down at his stained, dirtied lab coat, now profusely sweating. Oh man, now he felt awful. Sick, almost. He just wanted a few free things, how was he supposed to know he accidentally catfished the Royal Scientist?

He had to break up with him. He had to. Before things got worse.

"Aw, that's adorable!"

Sans teleported away to the bathroom before he could listen to anymore. Sent Gaster a message that they needed to talk. As per usual, it only took a second before Gaster responded, saying he'd call Sans as soon as he could. The call came three minutes later.

"Hey Sukeruton!" Gaster sounded so happy. So stupidly happy. "Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Sans wanted to cry. He could get fired if Gaster found out. What would he say to discovering Sans wasn't a monster girl, but a short skeleton was a ketchup addiction?

"Let's break up."

There. It was out.

Silence. Just for a moment. An inhale of a breath, and a quivering voice followed. "Sukeruton... wait, why -"

Sans hung up. There.

He walked out of the bathroom, adjusting his lab coat, and paused. Gaster was standing down the hall, halfway tucked behind a corner, with his back to Sans. His shoulders were shaking, and he was clearly sniffling.

Fucking hell, Sans led him on way too far. He felt awful. Gaster was crying.

"Sukeruton... please!" Gaster almost sobbed into the ended call. "Please don't..."

Sans silently walked away. It had to be done. He ignored the sympathetic throb of his soul and went back to his desk.