There is nothing more awkward than being successful against a rival, yet sadly you still have to put up with them and see them around, even though you were hoping afterwards they would disappear completely. Unfortunately, it just wasn't that easy. Instead, Sans had to put up with seeing his ugly mug at Grillby's a couple of days later, when he walked in with Frisk to go to the elevator. Sans was just glad to already have his hand linked with Frisk's, showing very clearly who she belonged to.

Not that Sans thought Frisk was an object. He just... Couldn't help but get a little jealous.

"Andrew!" Frisk called, practically dragging the unwilling skeleton along by the hand towards the teenage boy, who was actually standing behind the bar. This is another thing that confused Sans. He wasn't... He wasn't working here with Grillby now, was he? "What are you doing here?"

"O-Oh, hey Frisk..." Andrew managed a weak smile towards the human girl, trying to ignore the fact that the skeleton was practically staring daggers at him. Since breaking up, he and Frisk had managed to talk things over a little, making their situation... At least a little less awkward. It didn't make it any easier seeing the same skeleton who had attacked him latched to her side. But... There wasn't a lot he could do. She was in love with Sans. If that was really how she felt, he cared about her enough to respect her choice.

"yeah, what are ya doin' here?" Sans questioned, in a slightly harsher tone, causing the human male to narrow his eyes a little at him in return. It had probably been the first time he had dared to glare at Sans. But it wasn't like he'd just kill him right now in front of everyone, right?

"I work here now, if you must know." Andrew spoke up, continuing when he saw Sans looked horrified. "Grillby offered me a job, seeing as you guys won't exactly let me go home... So I've got to make a living somehow, right?" He shrugged.

Grillby was the one who offered this damn scumbag a job?! Man. He was going to get an earful when Sans found him. He was supposed to be his best friend, and yet he hired the guy who had basically tortured him, taking the love of his life away from him, practically dangling her in front of him out of arms reach. This was his favourite place; the last thing he wanted was for this guy to ruin it. 

"hey, frisk, why don't ya go look for grillby, actually. i need to talk to him so... i'll catch up." Sans said, still staring towards Andrew with a glare as he said all of this, not even glancing once towards Frisk. The teenage girl frowned with worry, as she could already sense the tension between the two boys. The last thing she wanted was for either of them to argue. 

"If you're only trying to get rid of me to have an argument with him, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not dumb, Sans. It's pretty obvious you two don't get along." Frisk murmured with a worried expression stuck across her face. The skeleton growled a little towards Andrew, while Andrew stayed quiet, but deep down inside, he really didn't like being in Sans' presence. Because he had to constantly worry about whether or not he was going to kill him or something. If Frisk wasn't around, he probably would try to hurt him without a doubt.

"Look, do either of you want to order anything? Or are you just going to be here to cause an upset?" Andrew questioned, irking the skeleton even more. However, before Sans could even snap, Frisk decided to intervene, knowing it was for the best.

"No thank you, Andrew. We're just going to head down." Frisk gave him a kind smile, before pulling the agitated skeleton along by the hand. The moment they got in the elevator, Sans let out a growl of frustration. He fucking hated that guy. "There's no reason to feel so threatened, Sans." She spoke up. Sans looked at her when she said that, almost looking confused but frustrated at the same time. "I can tell you were getting jealous."

"i ain't jealous!" Sans complained, only for Frisk to softly laugh, before giving him a sweet kiss on his cheekbone. That was enough to shut him up, and for his face to become clouded with a light shade of cyan blush. When she giggled, he couldn't help but glance away, embarrassed. "s-shut up..." How did she do that? One minute he could be utterly fuming from anger, the next he was an awkward blushing skeleton, because she had done just one small thing. Was just the thing with being in love, he guessed.

"I know you two don't get along, but try your best not to be too horrid to him, for me, please?" Frisk said, giving his hand a small squeeze. "I know it's hard for you, seeing as he is my ex. But we're on friendly terms and that's it. I love you, Sans. I need you to trust me." She said. Sans weakly smiled, squeezing her hand in return.

"it's not ya i don't trust. it's him. it's always been him..." Sans muttered. He couldn't accept the idea that Andrew was actually a nice guy like Frisk always said he was. He had a messed up family, so surely he had to be just like them, right? There was no way his parents and his sibling could all be so corrupted; then there was just him that stood out like a little ray of sunlight from the darkness. It sounded too perfect. Either that or... Sans really was reading too much into it because he couldn't help but get... Well, jealous... 

"Believe me, Sans. He really is a kind person. He might not seem like it to you, because you're not giving him a chance. But who knows? You two could actually have more in common than you think." Frisk spoke just as the elevator doors slid open and they had arrived to the headquarters. Sans scoffed slightly. As if. Why would he have anything in common with that douchebag? 

Anyway, Sans still wanted to have a word with Grillby. If that flame monster was anywhere, he was likely with his father, Gaster. Those two had been best friends practically since they were children, so they tended to be around each other quite a lot. The first place Sans expected to find his dad was attending to anyone in the same place he had spent ages lying in a bed, being bored out of his mind once he had woken up. And that was exactly where he found him and the flame monster, as the older skeleton appeared to be attending to some monster's wounds.

"hey, grillby. i need to talk to ya!" Sans growled once he saw him, and just by that tone alone, the flame monster could already tell that Sans wasn't happy. For a moment, Grillby glanced towards his father, before looking back at Sans and sighing.

"What is it?" 

"how come ya hired andrew to work with ya? ya know i hate the guy. it's my favourite place and then ya just have to ruin it with him!?" Sans demanded with frustration, while Frisk just stood, watching the conversation. She was sure Grillby could handle the fuming skeleton, not to mention this wasn't really her conversation to interrupt. So she just allowed the two to handle it themselves.

"Well, he needed a job." Grillby simply answered, seeing the look of anger on his face when he said that. (Considering it was the same thing Andrew had said). "Besides, I don't see what you're so worried about. You got Frisk now, right? She chose to be with you." He said, seeing Frisk's nod. "She's not just going to suddenly run back to the guy just because he works at a bar. Don't you have any faith in her?"

"ugh, again, it's not that i don't trust frisk... i just don't trust him..." Sans grumbled, hating that everyone was turning it around on him like he was accusing Frisk of the idea that she would suddenly run away with the guy. Yeah, Sans didn't see himself as the most amazing guy ever. He wasn't always the kindest towards other people, and he could really do with keeping his temper in check but... He just... Didn't like Andrew. Not one bit. 

"Alright, alright. Well, even if you are worried, I'll be sure to keep an eye on him." Grillby spoke. Even though he felt there was nothing to worry about anyway. "But in the meantime, you should try harder to get to know him. Maybe then you won't be so angry about the fact that he's working there now." 

Again with this shit? Sans hated the idea of getting to know Andrew any more than he already did. He didn't want to become friends with that prick. No matter what anyone said. Then again, Frisk might be more pleased with him if he tried harder to be somewhat kinder to Andrew. The last thing he wanted to do was frustrate her and cause her to break up with him because all he did was whine and complain. She would go back to Andrew then.

So, with a sigh, he begrudgingly agreed to the idea of trying to be less harsh on Andrew, thus marking the day he decided  to sell his soul just to appease his girlfriend.