Frisk expected herself to wake up in a familiar spot, the place where she always slept, rather than sleeping on the couch in some stranger's apartment. She was really hoping that it was all a dream, that she hadn't been captured by the Mafia. Sadly, when she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar white coloured walls of Sans' living room.

Hearing the sound of strange crunching, the source of said sound coming from the kitchen, Frisk slowly sat up, her messy chestnut brown bed hair sticking up at awkward angles all around her head. She saw the reason for the noise was that the skeleton from yesterday was standing in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. And when his eyes landed on her, for once he actually snickered.

"nice hair." Sans mocked as he took another mouthful of cereal. Frisk blinked at him, disregarding his comment.

"Can I have some breakfast?" Frisk asked. Sans shrugged and nodded.

"sure, knock yourself out, kid." Sans gestured to the box of cornflakes on the kitchen counter. Pulling the blanket off herself, she sleepily trudged over to the kitchen, going to grab a bowl and a spoon, along with the carton of milk to pour onto her cereal. Sans appeared to be watching her with an almost curious look in his eye. And after a moment of silence, he did speak.

"so, how exactly old are you anyway?"

"What's my age got to do with anything?" Frisk answered back, instantly regretting her reply as she knew she hit a nerve, due to his now annoyed expression.

"just answer the question."

"I'm 19." Frisk shrugged. "What about you? Do skeletons even age?" Sans seemed to chuckle at that one.

"i'm 20. only reason i was askin' for your age is because i was worried you might just be a stupid kid who will get me into a lot of trouble. i mean, that opinion hasn't really changed but..." He grinned at her now offended expression. "alright, serious question. do you have anyone who might be looking for you? parents? siblings?" Sans asked.

When she began to avoid his eye at that question, for a moment he rose a brow, before becoming impatient. "answer the question." He repeated.

"No." Frisk replied. For a moment Sans looked like he was about to snap, because he might have assumed she was saying no as if she wasn't answering the question. So she continued. "No, I don't have any parents or siblings. My parents are dead. They were murdered when I was 16."

"oh." Sans frowned. "so where have you been staying?"

"For awhile, I did stay in a hotel. But then I ran out of money. So I began living on the streets. Sometimes I've had to ask people for money, or even steal to survive. I'm not proud of it, but I always got away with it." Frisk admitted. Sans proceeded to look her up and down, now that he properly looked and thought about it, her clothes did look pretty filthy.

Frisk stared after him confused when he left to go to his bedroom for a moment. She stood, eating another mouthful of her cereal before Sans returned with a plain white shirt, a dark purple tie and a pair of black trousers. As Frisk was putting her bowl down on the kitchen counter, he tossed her the clothes.

"ya don't have to live like that anymore, kiddo. you're part of the mafia now after all." Sans told her. "don't mistake this as us bein' friends though. seein' as i'm the one who is forced to look after you, i might as well try to help you with fitting in. but you try any funny business, and you'll be dead where you stand." Sans growled, his eyes pupil-less before they returned to their normal state. "now go take a shower and get dressed."

She didn't even wait for a moment to rush to the bathroom to get away from the skeleton. It felt nice to be able to have a nice warm shower, being able to clean any muck off of her now clean body. She heard Sans calling for her, telling her to hurry up once she had been in there for at least 15 minutes. So, she tried her best not to take much longer, drying her hair with a towel once she had got dressed into the clothes that Sans gave her which were surprisingly comfy.

"hey." Sans spoke, now standing beside a table which now seemed to have what looked like a map of the town. Confused, Frisk rose an eyebrow at him.

"Why is there a map on the table?" Frisk questioned. Sans let out a small "heh" before explaining.

"because... you remember this guy?" Sans placed a picture of what appeared to be an adult man upon the table. Frisk stared at it, recognising him as not just any man, but the same guy they had seemed to ambush in the alley way.

"Yeah, I remember him. So?"

"well, like we mentioned, he's someone who betrayed the mafia. ya see, there's another group he joined, and he became a spy for them, spying on us and getting any information that was useful to them. one day they attacked, killed a few of our members, and kidnapped one. course, he's assumed dead now." Sans explained to her.

"Who did they take?" Frisk asked, not that she'd know who they were, but she thought she had might as well ask anyway. Sans appeared to frown at that.

"my father. W.D gaster." Sans said, which earned a shocked look from Frisk. "you see what asshole you let escape? we weren't even going to kill him there anyway, because we thought we could use him as bait. but then YOU had to fuck it up." Sans seethed. "we know where their base is luckily, we just have to try and weaken them before going in to see if they're keeping gaster imprisoned there." 

"So, wait... Are you thinking of moving in today?" 

"today? are you insane? that's like asking to be killed. no, i'm just telling you what's going on. so you don't get in the way. again. not just that, but asgore is probably expectin' someone to train you up a little, considerin' you seem like nothin' but a weak little brat who doesn't know what she's up against until she gets herself in a stupid situation." 

"That's  not true!" Frisk tried to argue, but she couldn't tell who she was trying to convince of that fact more. Him, or herself. Clearly, he was not swayed by those three simple words, and he simply stared at her with a small smirk on his face which showed that.

"please. you got yourself into this whole mess of bein' captured by us because you decided to move without a plan in mind, or having an idea of what you were dealing with. doing stupid shit like that is what's going to go and get you killed. not that i could really care. but if you died, toriel would only chew my ass out for letting anythin' happen to you. honestly, your safety means jack shit to me." 

Well, at least you're honest...