((It's MafiaFell, do I even need to say it? ... Trigger warnings galore, and reader discretion advised...))

Death, one of life's greatest mysterious, what happens after your die? Are you gone, go to heaven or hell? Or are you reincarnated, well for certain people Reincarnation seemed to be the answer. Much like Alex, they were bored with life, or more so, they were done with it. Their life was one bad thing after another, so it didn't matter to them when they were hit by a out of control truck. But what DID matter, was waking up as a baby in the freezing snow in a basket. Though they didn't have to wait in the snow for long, as a .... skeleton with sharp fangs brought them inside their large and fancy house. The skeleton was weird, they kind of looked like a Fell Papyrus. But in a nice 3 piece suit, and young, barely a child even. 

???: "Dada, Sans, I founa baby bones on the stairs! Can we keep em!?"

That proved it, this was a Fell AU of some kind, which one, Alex was unsure. 

Gaster: "A baby Bones? Impossible, if there were other skeletons I'd know about them."

Looking into the basket Gaster was shocked to see that there was indeed a baby bones in the basket. They were... the first skeleton Gaster had seen other then his boys in a long time. But who left them here, and why? Looking them over they had vertical scars across their eye sockets and more on their arms, legs and ribs. Sights of abuse maybe? The scaring on their limbs seemed healable with magic. But the ones on their ribs and eye sockets weren't, who ever did this was dead if Gaster found them. If they weren't already, something as precious as a baby skeleton is ... Hmm Sans is to old, but Papyrus... They were young enough to be this one's mate in the future. Perhaps the skeleton species wasn't as extinct as Gaster had thought before. And the way the baby was looking around, like they were planning or surveying the place. They were going to be very useful, very useful indeed. But they'd need protecting, can't have Papyrus' future mate killed off before they could procreate. 

Gaster: "Well then, I think we will keep them. They can be very useful in the future."

Papyrus: "So I get a new sibling?" 

Gaster: "No nothing like that, more like a friend that lives with you."

Sans: "What you're serious? You're gonna raise a baby?"

Gaster: "I've done it before."

Sans: "Yea and we are exactly a normal family."

Gaster: "Oh Hush~! Now all we need is a name."

                                                                                        == Time Skip ==

Alex's POV:

It's been a good while sense I was reborn, Gaster has been trying to get me and Papyrus together for years now. And shocking it, was a slow burn plan, Gaster was smart and manipulative. But I saw though it, didn't stop it from working. But I saw through it, Papyrus is 16 and I'm currently 14. I kinda stopped growing, so I'm only about 4 feet to Papyrus' nearly 8 to 10 feet tall. And his shoulder are so broad I can ride on one of them. Which I do constantly, cause it's "safer" according to Gaster. Not that I can't hold my own or anything, "Safer for everyone else." He says, I mean... am I that chaotic? 

Gaster: "So, I've had talking with one of the human Dons, Don... Don... don't question it. And they're agreed to trade us a small section of Land in their territory in exchange for weapons."

That's surprising, usually humans are the most racist bastards you'll ever meet. I guess this Don Don wants his hands on Gaster's Magical weapons something furious.

Gaster: "And I want Alex and Papyrus to run it."

Alex: "WHAT?!?! After you just lectured me on how much of an insane loose cannon I am!?"

Sans: "Yea dad, that's a bit out there even for you."

Gaster: "That's why you're going to go with them as the Go between for them and Don Don. Now Alex, Papyrus you will be acting as the head of this new territory in my place. Your actions, are my actions. So act accordingly."

Papyrus: "This is a lot of pressure dad, you sure we're ready for it?"

Gaster: "I wouldn't tell you to do this if you weren't, and with Sans as the go between, you two will have little to worry about."

Sans: "Great so I have to suck up to Don Don and pick out a piece of property?"

Alex: "Actually, I've seen the maps of the Human city. I know what area we should take."

Gaster: "Really?" 

Alex: "Yea, it's a small shit hole, low income, low value, a good place to get our feet wet before taking the rug out from under the old fuck."

Gaster laughed, his eyes sparking to life with red hellish magical flames. This is why he picked Alex to run the place, cause they were smart. Almost to smart but with Papyrus keeping them on a leash, they were the perfect person human or monster to run this plan to it's ultimate goal. 

Gaster: "Where is this territory?"

                                                                                        == Time Skip ==

3rd Person POV of Frisk:

It had been a hell of a week, one gig after another, and all of them paid for shit. But work was work, and it was a might sight better than prostitution. The only issue, this place didn't have a dressing room, so she had to change and get dolled up in the ladies room. That is if she didn't wanna get ogled or watched changing. It was just rat hole after another, but at least it was honest work. Not that she would blame those girls who worked the streets. It was easy money and if they used precautions, their was no real risk of unwanted pregnancy. After brushing her hair, and finishing her makeup, she left her after show clothes hidden in a broken stall. Once she put a flower in her hair, she walked out of the restroom and onto the stage. The curtains were currently closed, and the pianist was peeping their them.

Pianist: "Damn, he really did it..."

Frisk: "Who did what?"

Pianist: "Don Don, he's sittin da very back with a monster. A giant ass skeleton."

Frisk peeked through the curtain, and instantly felt her breath be taken away. Don Don, sitting in this shit hole of a bar, it was easy to pick the old man out of the crowd. He was one of two people there was any taste. His suit was fine, clean, and pressed outshining nearly every other suit save for one. His rings glinting in the darkness when he moved just right for them to hit the stage lights. But the shock was to his right, a tall no Giant skeleton probably 6 foot tall, he made the Don's lackeys look like children. And his suit, was on par with or even outshined the Don's, and much like the Don's rings. Frisk caught the glint of a golden Tooth every so often from the dark. There was a fat cigar in his mouth, blood red smoke curling and twisting  in the air as he puffed away on it. Frisk couldn't help but be slightly excited, this was the first monster she'd ever seen. Only for that excitement to turn into anger, when the Pianist openly said how the city was officially shit. Now that Monsters where making deals with the Don. She bit her tongue sure she was angry, but it wasn't worth getting hit over. As the curtain started to open the Pianist rushed to the piano and started playing. Show time......

                                                           == Time Skip ==

Frisk sighed, as she cleaned off all the layers of Makeup she could, now in her after how outfit. An oversized sweater dress and flat heel shoes. It was a lot of work to do it, but it felt great to get the layers upon layers of makeup off her face. As she cleaned up she heard the door to the Restroom open and close. Thinking nothing of it at first, she could feel eyes on her... And it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Rinsing off the soap, she peered over to see.... that skeleton from before... Instantly her breath left her, their was only one reason a male would dare enter the women's restroom. A reason she was very familiar with, her thoughts were instantly returned to her first gig. When the owner of the seedy bar forced his way into the restroom after her. Pinned her to the wall, ripped off her expansive show dress. And had his way with her, it was a sickening feeling, one that still woke her up at night. Luckily the Skeleton didn't seem to be interested in ... that. At least for now, instead he appeared to want to talk of all things...

Sans: "Sorry for intruding on the sacred grounds of no mans land. But I couldn't help it, I knew I'd probably miss my chance to talk to ya if I waited."

Frisk was shocked, the Skeleton seemed... fine, even if he was basically trapping her in the women's restroom at the moment. Even so, she couldn't help taking a step or two back. Even if the Skeleton wasn't trying anything right this second, didn't mean he wasn't interested in it.

Sans: "The Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton. And I was just curious about something. Ya see Doll Face, I noticed all through out your show, you were staring at me. And if I'm not mistaken, you had a sparkle of excitement in your eyes."

So that's what this was about, Frisk thought, sure she had been staring. And sure she was excited to see a monster for the first time, but she wasn't... into them at least not into the mobster monsters. But what could she say or do here? Apologize maybe, tell this Sans that she wasn't into mobsters? No that was a one way ticket to the funeral home, and she knew it. If Sans was sitting with the Don, then he was like the Don. It was a lose, lose situation. She either told the truth that she wasn't interested, and most likely ended up dead. Or lied somehow, maybe make up a boyfriend or something. No... that wouldn't work, this Sans would probably ask around and figure out the lie sooner than later. And then... she'd either be kidnapped by him, or killed in some way. She took another step back, pinning herself against the wall. 

Frisk: "I'm... real flattered and all, but... there are more beautiful gals out there..."

Sans: "Yea maybe, but..."

He took a step forward, a single long step and was instantly in arms reach of Frisk. 

Sans: "See that's the thing, I don't want that Fake beauty. See it to damn much as it is, but with you. You got something... special."

Frisk tried to run, tried to move, but a strange feeling locked her in place. An invisible weight on her chest, like a chain wrapping around her. It was heavy and restrictive, made it hard to breath.

Frisk: "Sp-special? M-me?"

As flattering as it was to be called special, even if it was by a giant skeleton monster with piercing blood red eye ... lights? Frisk was scared, the fear of being raped resurfacing once more as she eyed the door. Hoping beyond hope someone, anyone would come in and rescue her.

Sans: "That's right Doll Face, you're special, I noticed it the first time our eyes locked. You've got something about you, something I really like."

Frisk could feel the color draining from her face, this was it. She was going to be raped again, only this time by someone of a totally different race, a different species. Her nails dug into the drywall of the restroom, as she waited for Sans to left up or rip off her dress. Only... it didn't happen, instead... he gently brushed away a strand of hair that fell out of place. And looked down at her with a big toothy smile. 

Sans: "Heh, don't worry Doll Face, you're a prize worth working for. I aint, gonna do nothing, not without consent. Like I said before, this was a friendly hello." 

The skeleton laughed a bit before turning and heading to the door.

Sans: "See ya, Frisk."

Frisk's eyes widened, and she called out to Sans.

Frisk: "Wait~! H-how did you know my name..."

Sans: "Simple, they announced it before your show remember."

That's right... they introdu.... No, they Introduced her by her Stage name Dolly... They Always introduced her by her stage name.

Frisk: "Y-you're lying... they introduced me by my stage name..."

Sans: "Oops ya catch me, see thing is. Me, my brother and his mate, are taking over a small piece of territory in the city. See my Bros mate is the big fish here, and they told me to case the city. And I maybe a bigger fella, but I'm quiet, I can disappear and reappear without anyone noticing. So I went around to the bars, dives and seedier places. Hit up the rumor mill, got a feel for how things were ran here."

Frisk really wasn't liking what she was hearing. And her fearful expression said it all, she felt like. one more shock to her system and she'd probably wet herself in fear. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for her... wettin herself in fear like a child in front of this giant skeleton.

Sans: "You sing at a Lot of these places, and not everyone is so inclined to use your Stage name. I saw you, I like you, and I want you. So I learned a thing or two about you. Nothing To personal just your name, and a few smaller details. Like where ya live, and boy was I shocked. Who would have guessed that you lived in the same chunk of land the Don so graciously gave us."

That was it, the last straw, hours of singing, over a half hour of washing off makeup. All the fear and nerves, this was the final straw that broke the camels back. Luckily though, Sans had left before Frisk's accident... though it didn't make it any less embarrassing. Luckily it was pouring rain, so she had a good excuse for her dress to be soaked when she got home. And to make matters worse, if what Sans said was true. She'd know tomorrow, cause it was Collection day the first of every month, the people of this area had to pay a good chunk of change for their Protection fee. If Sans wasn't lying, then he'd be there waiting to pocket the cash for himself. Along with his brother and his brother's mate, this was by far the worst day of Frisk's life. And tomorrow would probably be worse....