Word was definitely spreading around in the serial killer community about Sans. He had gotten two new visitors from rumors, the first showing up in the middle of the day at his front door.

"Oh, uh, hello there," Sans said.

When he had heard the doorbell ring, he had expected it to maybe be one of his old friends or another cop, so he had made sure everyone was quickly hidden and he had excuses for the noise. However, he did not exect to see another masked male standing at his door.

This new person stood at an average height, a white mask with a bloody smile planted on his face. A blue shirt hugged his chest, a yellow smile face clipped onto the left side of his chest.

"Are you the guy who's taking in killers?" He had asked, "To stay at your house?"

"You're a CreepyPasta?" Sans asked him in return.

"That's Bloody Painter," Ben said, poking his head out of the T.V, "He uses blood to paint stuff."

"Well, if you're a killer," Sans said, opening up his front door, "Welcome to my house, I'm Sans."

"You can call me Bloody," The male said, shaking his hand.

"Wow, you're very polite," Sans said loudly, turning to where the other killers were hiding.

"I don't like this guy, he's setting up standards now," Ben commented, retreated back into the T.V.

"He can bite me!" Jeff said, flicking him off from behind the couch.

It was only a mere few days later when the next one had found Sans, too. Sans had barely gotten to know Bloody, since they had only known each other for a few days and he wasn't much of a talker, like Jack. But he was much more polite than the others, always opening doors for others, helping clean up, and offered to cook one night so Sans could go watch T.V. It was actually really nice, Sans didn't mind the extra help.

But doing those things caused some of the others to absolutely despise Bloody. For some reason, Jane, Jack, and Laughing all hated him even though he was nothing but helpful to Sans. Maybe because he was setting a standard and being a little too nice? Sans didn't really understand, but Bloody was a nice addition to his friends.

And Sans had ended up having to buy a whole other car just to be able to transport everyone places, buying a large van to be able to fit more people inside of the many rows of seats in the back. One problem with Sans driving was that everyone wanted shot gun, so it was ultimately given to Sally. And Sans would get shotgun if someone else drove.

They had also developed a new strategy for the van. The back seats didn't have windows, so they didn't have to wear their usual stuff while sitting in the back of the van. And whenever Sans would see a cop car, he'd yell "COP!" and everyone would duck behind the seats until he gave them the clear to sit back up. He started using his other car for work and for teaching the ones who didn't know how to drive to drive, and the van for transportation whenever they wanted to go places.

"No killing, no stabbing, no flashing your weapons, avoid looking at the cameras," Sans said, "If you shoplift, keep it down to small items and make sure no cameras or people are around, because if you get caught my name isn't Sans and I've never met you."

"We know already," Jeff said.

"Braindead idiots like you could use a refresher or two," Jane commented.

"Bloody is new, so I'm going over the rules again," Sans said, "So you're fine without your mask, right?"

"I don't mind," He said, removing his mask and pin and setting them underneath his seat, "I take them off in public anyway."

"Well, if you see anything you like, I don't mind buying it for you, so you can ask me for it," Sans said, opening his car door, "You guys can go explore and everything, but if you get into trouble, come back to my house in a day after you're sure the police are off of your trail. I want everyone by the gift cards in the front in twenty minutes with whatever you want."

"And if we see Papyrus, we punch him," Ben said.

"No, no," Sans said, "Kicking is allowed, punching isn't."

"I can't wait to get a bike, I've always wanted to try one," Sally giggled.

"If you need me, use Ben, or like she said, we'll be by the bikes," Sans said, "Oh, and Laughing Jack, you cannot go approach kids and ask if they want candy again. Stay by me."

"Can you blame me?" Laughing asked.

"Yes," Everyone said at once.

"It's what I'm doing right now, blaming you," Sans pointed out, "But stay invisible and by me."

Laughing Jack was impossible to blend into society. Every piece of clothing he tried to wear turned black and white, and he wasn't actually able to remove any of his current clothes either. And he was way too tall to blend in as a human or a monster, so it was lucky that he was able to make it so only the person who held the box could see him, along with ghosts, so Ben and Sally could see him too. And when Sans had figured that all out, it was easier to assume how Ben had died, judging by his fear of anything water related.

"I wonder where they keep the kitchen knifes in Walmart," Jeff muttered as he climbed out of the car.

"Do you mind if I join you two?" Jack asked Sans, "I have no need to look around."

"Sure, you can help us look for bikes," Sans said.

"I would like to join you, but mama needs some new dresses," Jane said.

"You should get some potatoes!" Laughing Jack told Sans, "Since you're a potato too!"

"Heh, maybe," Sans said.

Everyone was split up, leaving Sans with Sally, Laughing Jack, and the normal Jack. They had went straight to where the bike collection was, and they were focused on looking for pink ones, or ones that they could spraypaint and decorate pink. Well, the other three were, Laughing Jack was just messing around with the nearby toys while he remained invisible.

"Here, climb onto this one," Sans told Sally, holding it so he could see how she would fit.

"Uh, Sans," Jack had said, "I was thinking... maybe we should go out somewhere."

"This one's too big," Sans said, helping Sally climb off, "Did you see a good place where we could all go?"

"I... nevermind," Jack said nervously.

"Well, I'm always open to hang out if you think of a good place to go," Sans told him, "Here, Sally, try this one now."

"I like this one!" She said after she had climbed on.

"Potato, there's a doggie," Laughing Jack said.

The gang (that's a good name to call his serial killer friends, right?) all turned to see that there was indeed a dog sitting there, staring at the skeleton with a face that made Sans question if he was going to try and pounce the boned man or not.

It sort of looked like a colorful and dog version of Jeff. If he had suddenly became a furry, this would probably be what he looked like as a dog furry. The top of the animal was black fur, and it transitioned onto red on his stomach, which was unusual coloring for a dog. What was more unusual was the fact that it had wide eyes and a twisted smile cut at the edges, just like Jeff's.

"I'm guessing you're the skeleton, Sans, correct?" A deep and dark voice emerged from the dogs direction.

"Yup," Sans said, not even taken aback by the talking dog, "Word must get around fast for all these people to be finding me."

"I can see that the rumors are true, you are sheltering others," The dog commented, looking at the others.

"He's by family now!" Sally said.

"Sans doesn't care about what we've done," Jack told the dog, "He's a good person."

"I wouldn't say a good, I mean I'm hosting serial killers in my house," Sans laughed, "But you wanna join in? I'm guessing that's why you followed me."

"I heard about this from a black and white masked male, who kept drinking wine, and I wanted to check out the 'Killer Savior' myself," He told him, "I was very interested to see how a single man could make Jeff's kill rate be slashed down to only a mere fragment of what it was previously."

"I don't really care if he kills or not, as long as it's not in the house, I'm fine with it."

"Interesting," The dog said, pawing the ground in front of him, "Perhaps I could try out living with you myself."

"Sure, I can go buy you some dog food if you eat it," Sans said.

"Yay!" Sally said, "Now we have a doggie!"

"Yay!" Laughing Jack said, clapping.