I couldn't think of a good title for this one.

You are a female. Sorry to center it around one gender.

There will be language and maybe some gore. Enjoy.

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A small yawn escape your lips as you turned the keys, locking the door of your job and briskly walking down the sidewalk. Your heels clicked against the dull grey sidewalk as you neared your house. Your ankle was swollen as you left  your flats in your car. Where was your car? At the shop since it broke down earlier in the week. You peeked at the watch on your wrist: 1:30 A.M.

Damn it.

You cursed yourself silently for having to stay out this late at night. The streets and other sidewalks were eerily silent. It was if you were the only one in town.

Until you heard footsteps directly behind you. You maintained your composure as you thought it was just a pedestrian; that it is, until their pace quickened. You tried to turn around, but your temple met ice cold metal.

"heya, sweetheart. whatcha doin' out so late?" A gruff, male voice cooed in your ear; a gun was on the right side of your forehead.

"Did you get it?" You asked, completely monotone.

"aw, you're no fun anymore, but here ya go."

You felt the gun being removed from your forehead as Sans tucked it into his suit. He walked with you on your left and held out a sack, which you promptly opened and a smile crept on your face.

"Thanks Sans, you never let me down."

"it's no probl'm, boss."

You reached in and took out about 10 grand from the total $75,000 and handed the rest back.

"Split it with the others and buy whatever you'd like. My gift to you all for your excellent service." Sans tipped his fedora to you and took the money, whistling as you came to your mansion. You typed in a pin to the gate and it automatically opened, allowing you to walk on pavement on the lawn.

Before you could knock, the door was opened and you were greeted warmly.

"Aye, boss! Welcome home." Undyne walked over to you, taking your jacket and placing it neatly on the coat rack.

"Thanks, Undyne."

You sat on the couch in the middle of everyone else. Sans entered and threw the money on the glass coffee table.

"BROTHER, WHAT IS THAT?"

"money." Sans said coolly. "$65 grand t' be exact. all from the boss."

Toriel and Asgore kindly declined; they already had everything they needed. Frisk dumped the cash on to the floor and began throwing it like confetti. From first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell this was actually the city's most wanted mafia.

And who ran it?

You.

"Alright guys, as much as I'd love to stay and chit chat, I need to go to sleep. Got a huge meeting in the morning. I suggest you all get some sleep as well. Good night."

You yawned and walked up the grand stair way, passing the many bedrooms the mansion kept. You passed the lab's door which was slightly ajar and stole a peek inside. Alphys was sleeping in front of her huge computer which was running various codes and programs. You smiled; she was one of your most reliant members, second only to Sans, your right hand man.

You opened the door to your bedroom and plopped onto the plush bed. It was the biggest bedroom in the entire manor because you bought it. You fell asleep instantly, not bothering to take off your work uniform.

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"psst, boss." A knock came from your bedroom door and you let out a irritated growl. "boss, please. it's really important."

Sans sounded panicked and began rapidly tapping on your door. "What is it?"  You hissed as you opened the door. Once you saw him sweating, your face immediately softened.

"it's alphys. they took her, hiding her out in some warehouse a couple miles away. asgore's got their vehicle tracked. damn those bastards to hell."

"Let's get going then." You grabbed your fedora and gloves, and closed the door behind you. Everyone else was waiting out in the front in a van, which you and Sans quickly jumped in. Toriel's superb driving skills got you all to the worn down warehouse in 10 minutes flat.

What are your orders, ma'am? Frisk signed to you, their child side no longer visible.

"Alright, we obviously know they've got backup, or else they wouldn't have pulled shit like this." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Undyne and Papyrus, I need you two to find a way inside around the back. Toriel and Asgore, you will be going in head first. Is that alright?"

"That will be no problem at all." Toriel grabbed her gun and firmly gripped the handle.

"Certainly, ma'am." Asgore grabbed his own weapon and smirked.

"Frisk and Sans, you two will come with me." They nodded and grinned.

"Leave no one alive, they knew what was coming to them. Make sure Alphys gets out without a single scratch, or I'll.. Well, you wouldn't want to find out. Have fun, but leave the big guy to me." You waved your hand to dismiss the rest, them following their orders precisely.

So when do we get to join the action? Frisk asked and held their pistol. "Heh, let's give 'em 10 minutes." You began humming and Frisk and Sans soon joined you. 10 minutes passed and the serious atmosphere was brought back as you three neared the entrance. Frisk placed a ear to the tall metal door, and once hearing no movement, gestured you to kick the door open.

It was quiet. Too quiet, in fact.

Blood and bodies scattered the floor, and you smiled at their excellent work. The main room led to a single hallway, with only one door at the far end.

"wonder if the others are in there." Sans whispered.

"Probably."

Frisk clutched their pistol and cued you to slowly open the door, ready to shoot at any unknown figure. You stuck your head in cautiously, seeing as Frisk wasn't turning someone into Swiss cheese.

"So ya finally made it 'ere, boss. We were having fun with big guy, hope ya don't mind." Undyne winked at you. Alphys stood behind her and her face lit up once she saw you. You smiled nothing she was perfectly alright, but quickly formed a stone cold expression upon looking at him.

The room only had 3 white brick walls, no windows, and a desk on the far right. One side was completely opened, giving a nice view of the lake below. Your opposition was neatly chained up in a chair, showing off a few new bruises and broken limbs. His clothing was a complete mess and blood was splattered about. His face formed a look of amusement as he saw you.

"So, you're the boss? I was expecting someone a little-" He was cut off with howl of pain. Blood was now gushing out of his wound and the liquid formed a puddle.

You blew his knee cap out with your gun, still giving him an ice cold stare. You walked over to him, his dull and greasy hair was matted with sweat and his face filled with fear. You lowered your voice and looked him in the face to address him directly.

"Now, I don't know what the hell you were thinking, and to be frank, I don't really care. I just want you to know, you crossed the fucking line, buddy." Your words were laced with malice. You dragged his chair closer to the edge of the room; he was attempting to struggle, but only tired him out.

"N-n-now let's not g-g-" Another howl of pain and a chain of curses. This time Sans blew the other one out; the new blood formed a trail where you were dragging him. A sadistic smile was plastered onto his face. He loved every second of watching this guy suffer, but so did you. You gave him a twisted smile and tipped his chair backwards, ever so slowly. His upper half was hanging out the room and his tears now fell directly into the water.

The only thing preventing him from falling was your foot on one of the chair legs. You toyed with him by gently rocking it back and forth, causing him to have a sobbing fit. You crouched down next to the pathetic whelp, still keeping your foot on the leg.

"On second thought. I'll let you go on one condition, but we can discuss that once your free, sound good?"

The man shook his head quickly and smiled shyly.

"y-y/n, what are ya doin'?"

"Well we have to give this fine gentleman a fair chance, right?" Everyone looked at you dumbfounded but remained quiet, wondering why the hell you were gonna let this guy go.

"Now let's see. Hmm."

You stood up fully and surveyed the room looking for something to cut the chains with.

"Ah, maybe I can look through those drawers."
The man was thanking you repeatedly.

You walked over to the drawer and smiled mischievously.

Splash!

"Heh heh, whoops."