"S-sans?!?" i paused in a strange sense of shock. "why would he understand them?" my curiousity peaking. "professer Gaster is his father, why wouldn't he know? or...could good old smiley trashbag senior be missing  from your universe? how very interesting." Chara's smile widened with this almost devilish charm cause me to get more suspicious. "but -" "look. do you wanna get home or not?" Chara interupted before i had the chance to say anything. silence fell over me as i sighed and grabbed the dusty old book. "just get Sans to decode it for you and i'll take care of the rest." with that Chara walked out the room. huh, something tells me this isn't going to be as easy as it sounds...quickly gathering my thoughts i ran back to the table containing my friends. after a very lackluster apology we all continued to talk and laugh until the bell rang signifying the end of lunch. great, how am i supposed to ask Sans about the wingdings now? we just met in this derranged world, so he probably wouldn't trust me enough. "uhh are you okay?" Sans asked still at the table despite everyone else already running to their classes. "i..i'm fine.." i replied too confused about this day to act genuenly convincing enough. "well we better get going or Mrs. Toriel is gonna FREAK, and that is one classical act i'd prefer not to see." Sans said laughing a bit as he began to walk away. "WAIT!" I yelled quickly grabbing his hand. i became very red regretting the sudden embarrising impulse i had, letting go of his hand just as fast. "yes?" he asked breaking the short lived silence between us. Okay Frisk, this is your time to shine. "um..so...i w-was wondering if you want to like go...to..ummm.." i managed to stutter out realizing i had no plan or idea what i was saying. "hey, after school me and my bro are going out to this dance place and he's bringing Mettaton, so you could like come with me...if ya want." Sans asked saving my soul. "that'll do..I MEAN YES OF COURSE I WILL COME TO THIS PLACE WITH YOU AS WELL AS PAPYRUS AND METTATON!" I panickily blurted out mentally face palming for my weird and sudden lack of proper huma- uh...living speech. "cool, it's a date."