Life had went on fairly normal after their housewarming party a few weeks ago. The house had finally been furnished much to their delight. They had bought a deep black leather couch with matching recliners to sit on either side. They kept the TV that Frisk had back in Underground and used her old entertainment center. Their kitchen finally had more than 3 pots and pans, even going as far as stocking up their entire cupboard with different spices for when they decided to actually cook. There was no shortage of ketchup in the house since at times Sans would drink the whole bottle like it was an aged wine. He was addicted, but she couldn't help but indulge him.

They even bought a few buckets of paint, and after getting permission from the landlord, they painted their walls a pale blue in the living room and entrance. The kitchen was left a cream color, since it would probably get dirty anyway and need to be cleaned. They painted their bedroom a dark gray to make it feel cozy and inviting, perhaps even a bit provocative. They had finished stocking their bathroom with the necessities like eye screams, skull caps, and boo-paste. All of which were normal items until Sans took a permanent marker and renamed the containers.

Contrary to their happy home life, the council was being harder than ever. They were growing anxious at the amount of monsters that were pouring out from Underground to settle into Ebbot city. They had a fair share of monsters in the last decade, but when their government had started imposing harsh taxes and unleashing unreasonable demands, many of the monsters went back into hiding simply for the fact that they were treated poorly and couldn't afford to be aboveground. The city allowed the monsters to trade and gave them stamps to leave and enter the city. It was law that monsters spotted outside past 10 at night were to be picked up and either dumped back at the gate, usually forcefully, or be immediately detained.

The council feared that since monsters had varying abilities and not much interaction between the two species had taken place, they assumed that any monster out late at night was a threat. It lead to many monsters wanting to give up any idea of living peacefully with the humans, for how could they trust mankind when at every turn their actions were in question? When they could not speak without someone twisting their words?

Frisk held many speeches and campaigns in defense of her monster brethren but it seemed as if most of the city already held deep rooted biases. With every passing day, the hatred was hard to ignore. Issues were popping up left and right with monsters being hunted and harassed. Female monsters were no longer safe walking alone, most preferring to stay Underground or if they absolutely had to leave, they would go in groups for their safety. Men were coming back beaten savagely and with no remorse, the monsters were finding it so very difficult to co-exist.

That's why Frisk was working harder than ever. She begged, pleaded, and cried out to the council for better laws to protect the monsters. She set up as many meetings as possible to clarify the intent of her people, to spread awareness of their cultures. She fought tooth and nail for every right they had, yet it wasn't enough. The extremists were only escalating the situation.

Sans couldn't ignore the strain that was thrust upon his girlfriend. He often stood by her, calming her nerves, offering words of wisdom and encouragement. She would often cry for their people, blaming herself for their mistreatment. His heart ached every night she would come home and fall into his arms sobbing about the latest monster attack. It was only a few days after her last break down that he decided enough was enough.

It was time.

He looked down at the sleeping girl beside him, her expression peaceful despite all of the hardship she had been enduring. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her brow softly. If she only knew what he was up to, she'd surely have pummeled him senseless. With a slight smirk and ever-growing determination, he threw on his old blue hoodie, grabbed his keys and took off into the night.

It didn't take long for a group of stumbling drunk fools to cross paths with him. He chuckled darkly and pulled his hood to cover the majority of his skull. He let only his eye sockets peek out from the thick fur trimming the edge, his eyes a hardened steel of blue.

He was not oblivious to their blatant disrespect or their attempts to rile him up. Inwardly he laughed at their pathetic comments about his silence, the way he was dressed, and if he were even a homeless man. Seems these degenerates got off on power trips. It was only when they gazed into the hood, seeing his dark sockets and pale eyes that they sobered up a little and began to talk loudly amongst themselves, slurring monsters and planning what their next move would be.

He stalked forward intent on passing the group of drunkards, not deeming them worth his time. But when a grisly arm reached out and yanked on his jacket, booze reeking off his lips, and a gruff voice only grating on his nerves, he couldn't ignore the situation any longer.

"Did you hear me, Freak? I asked you what the hell you think you're doing out here past curfew. Your kind ain't supposed to be here til dawn."

Sans looked up at the face behind the voice and honestly, he wasn't impressed. It was a scrawny guy with jet black hair and baby blue eyes, he didn't look more than his late twenties judging by the few wrinkles he sported. 'Probably just wants to show off to his buddies,' He thought while the man continued to berate and pester the little skeleton.

Sans was pushed roughly to the brick wall of the nearby grocery store. A fist wrapped itself in his jacket, lifting him off the ground until he was eye level with the leader of the punks.

"Why don't we just call the police, huh? Since buddy boy here doesn't want to cooperate, maybe they'll take him to prison. Or better yet, let's have our fun with him first.." his face lurched forward to blow his rank breath against his skull, clearly trying to intimidate the monster.

Sans merely smirked, only aggravating the group further. The man that dangled him from the ground slammed him roughly into the brick once, twice, three times before tossing him into the alley. The group moved as one, trapping him in the narrow space with no way out. They towered over his small stature, their fury increasing as every punch and kick didn't elicit any response from the monster. When they pulled him back up roughly by the jacket, his hood had fallen revealing his skeletal face.

"Oh, I see. The ambassador's pet. The little plaything." One guy pointed out cackling loudly.

"I wonder just what she uses you for. Keeping monsters around must be some kinda kink, huh?" Another piped in.

The group leader merely smirked, "Well, boys. What a shame it would be to get rid of this filth. Wonder how that sexy little thing will fare without her shadow. Maybe we should offer her our.. services." He finished, licking his lips mockingly.

Sans' deep laughter, filled with reproachful malice instantly silenced the group as they stared in confusion at the small monster.  They seemed a tad shaken by the sudden outburst, but as soon as the fear sunk in, it was far too late. His eyes flickered in rage, hardening into a molten gold as his mind clouded with determination. He shot his hand forward, summoning bones at his command. They burst forward burying themselves deep into the flesh of the humans' arms, legs, and chests.

The screams of peril and fear only egged him on further, each cry like music to his ears. They deserved this. Deserved every ounce of pain he could inflict upon their weak human bodies. How dare they threaten what was his? That would not do, they would pay for their insults with blood, and lots of it. How he would revel in their anguish, in their fear.

He walked forward slowly, each person he passed was quickly silenced with a piercing bone through the skull. He didn't stop until there was only one man left. The leader cradled his broken arm to his side while he scooted backward towards the road with little to no avail since his femur was shattered and the artery severed. It wouldn't be long now before he bled out. He had to make this quick..

The skeleton reached out, yanking the man by his blood soaked hair until he was face to face with shimmering gold eyes.

"Y-You monster! You killed them! You killed them all! What are you gonna do, kill me too?" The man's eyes glared back letting out his hatred and anger. "You monsters are nothing more than entertainment. Not worthy to live, sick sadistic freaks that love to watch us suffer. You'll be the end of us all!"

Sans smirked in a nasty, evil smile. He shoved the man roughly onto the pavement.

"You're right, I am a sick, sadistic freak. Oh, how I would love to play with you. Your eyes glazing over in fear, your heart racing in panic, the tears held back in your eyes and the shaking of your body from blood loss thrills me. How unfortunate that our time together has run out. But you were right about one thing.."

He paused to summon a Gaster Blaster, an eerie smile lighting his skull as fire lit up his eye socket, billowing up and out in a display of dominance, of power. He enjoyed watching the man's face contort in fear at the sight of its jaws opening wide, white light filling it's jaws.

"I will be the end of you."