It was the first time in his life Sans had someone to cry on.

As a child, Sans never cried. Gaster had told him to bite back his tears and straighten his back, and that's what Sans did. He had to put on a brave face during the experiments, during the torture, for both his creator and brother. The first time he had let tears free was when Frisk had killed Papyrus, but he had no one to hold but a cold, dusty scarf. Kneeling in the cold snow, he simply cried into his hands. No one to hold him.

Each time the small skeleton had shed tears since them, it was always alone. He found himself crying more on the surface than in the underground, locked away inside of his house. But now, he had someone to cry against, of which was driving the two of them home. Sans should've probably made sure he had at least earned his license, or knew how to drive, because Jeff ended up going out of the lane several times and almost got into a crash by not seeing a stop sign. After that, Sans made him pull over at a McDonalds so they could sit in the parking lot until he was better and able to drive.

Soon, tears stopped coming, and Sans sniffled away as he wiped away the remaining tears, his eye sockets feeling sore and his nose socket feeling stuffy.

"I'm pretty sure you scratched a car pulling out," Sans muttered, wiping his face against his sleeve.

"Eh, wasn't too big of a scratch," Jeff said, "But are you alright?"

"Undyne and Alphys, two of my friends who I've known for years in the underground, are having a wedding together, and didn't tell me," Sans snapped, "I mean, who does that? How did they get together? Did Alphys or Undyne propose? Was anyone else there? Did they even remember to invite me to the wedding?""

Before Jeff could think of a response, a ringing filled the air as Sans' phone in the cup holder vibrated, showing Papyrus' face.

"Oh, now he calls me," Sans mumbled, crossing his arms as he looked down at the phone.

Jeff grabbed the device and swiped to answer, holding up up to his ear.

"Hey, there buckaroo," Jeff said before Papyrus or Sans had the chance to respond, "Listen here, Sans isn't in the mood to talk to you, 'ight? Kind of a d*** move, too, doing that."

"WHAT MADE HIM CRY LIKE THAT?" Papyrus asked, "WHAT DID WE DO WRONG? DOES SANS NOT LIKE UNDYNE AND ALPHYS?"

"Oh my god, you're an idiot," Jeff groaned, "Did you consider that not a single one of you told Sans about this little wedding?"

The other line fell silent, before Papyrus responded with a quiet and saddened, "Oh..."

"Were you ever planning on telling him?" Jeff asked, "What if he didn't run into you two at the mall? He would've probably never found out, I'm guessing."

"THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL! WE'VE ALL BEEN SO BUSY, AND WE HAVEN'T TALK TO SANS IN AWHILE!" Papyrus defended, "WE WERE GOING TO TELL HIM!"

"Bullsh**," Jeff said, "He was probably going to be the last person you told."

"I-"

"I'm done with you," Jeff interrupted Sans' brother before he hung up.

Jeff was angry. No, not just angry, he was p*ssed. Having murdered his own family, he expected other families to appreciate their own. Jeff hated his, but that was for a good reason. So when others didn't get along, he tended to target those families. Usually it involved a drunk parent or child, always yelling and bickering.

But this was maddening. What kind of friends would just forget about him, much less his own brother? He's seen the effects it's had on Sans, to the point where Sans would willingly feed a serial killer just to have someone nearby. Jeff wanted to wipe that stupid large smile off of that tall skeletons face, grab that fish girls hair as he stabbed her neck, show them how terrible they were to him. If they really, truly cared about Sans, they would've found a way for it to work. They would've messaged him more, reached out more, visited him more.

"You were a bit mean," Sans said, hugging his knees to his chest.

"I don't know any other way how to be," Jeff said.

"You're nice to me."

"You're... you're different than others."

Sans blinked, not expecting that reply.

"How so?" Sans asked.

"Well, you invited a killer who broke into your house for dinner," Jeff started off, Sans snorting lightly at him.

"How about you? You dropped killing a witness for a sandwich," Sans said.

"It was a good sandwich, though," Jeff defended.

"Because I made it myself, so automatically it's the best," Sans said, "I mean, there's no other option."

"Obviously," Jeff said, "But uh, are you alright enough to drive home?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling better now," Sans said, starting up the car again, "Thanks for that."

"No problem," Jeff said, looking at Sans' phone.

Maybe he could track where his friends lived, teach them a little lesson.

~~~~~~

Sans sat alone on his couch, mindlessly clicking on his T.V as he looked for some show to watch. Jeff said he had to go do something, and snatched Sans' phone to do whatever he needed. Sans had a backup phone, so he could always just call Jeff if he needed to.

Sans heard the tinkering of the window, and remained on the couch, aware that the sound of the window opening wasn't Jeff. Jeff knocks his front door now, or on the back window. He always knocks, however, so this person wasn't Jeff. But Sans didn't bother moving, merely looking over his shoulder towards the window opening from his laundry room.

Soft, calculated footsteps took place, as if someone was trying to stay silent. He remembered those exact footsteps in the Judgement hall, the same ones that jeff had taken, and that Sans had ignored as well. But now, he was much more alert, wondering about the other murderers of which Jeff had mentioned a few times in passing.

His reflexes acted quickly, catching the knife between his fingers before he could even process that there was a knife thrown at him by a pure white hand with black nailpolish on the nails. He was so used to Chara throwing it that he caught it, the cold metal pressing against his fingers.

"Hey, nice knife," Sans commented, holding it to the side, "Same type of blade as Jeffs. But more sharper."

This knife was well kept compared to Jeffs, carefully cleaned and glistening under the house lights, the handle carefully wrapped in some sort of black fabric. It was like Jeffs, but cleaned and cared for.

His vision landed upon the person of which threw the knife, which looked like a more female, kept version of Jeff. She had thick black hair too, tumbling down past her waist in wavy lengths. A long, eloquent and nice looking black dress that went to her knees, then long black boots with metal straps on the side. She looked like a young adult, or an older teenager, and Sans would admit she was curvy and did look nice. She looked like Jeff, but a female, older, more attractive and kept version of him, with no dirt or blood stains, and her hair neatly cleaned and combed through. If Sans had hair, he doubt he'd remember to wash it. Seems like too much work.

However, she didn't have a smile cut onto her cheeks, instead she had plump lips covered in black lipstick, pressed together in anger from the knife not hitting Sans. And her eyes did have eye lids too, but her eyes were completely black with no white or color in them, unlike Jeff's piercing blue eyes. She was slightly taller than Jeff, too.

"I've spent three years hunting down that little twerp," Jane said, taking a step towards him, "And now I find him playing house mate with some type of skeleton guy."

"Names Sans, Sans the skeleton," Sans said, winking at her, "But uh, you know that last part already."

"Where's Jeff?" The female demanded.

"Are you going to use me as a hostage or something?" Sans asked, "I mean, he's going to be gone until tomorrow, so you can stay for dinner if you want."

The girl lifted an eyebrow at that response, responding with, "What do you mean?"

"Uh, food," Sans said, "There's plenty enough for three people if Jeff does get here. Macaroni and cheese, not as good as this one place downtown, but it's still pretty good."

Sans flipped the knife so he was holding the metal part, sticking out the handle towards her as he leaned against the back of the couch, kneeling on it while facing his new intruder.

"So, you seem kinda angry at Jeff, for whatever reason," Sans said, "But you ain't gatta be angry at me. I don't think I did anything wrong."

"I... I'm going to kill you," She said.

"Yeah, Jeff came here to do that too, but I convinced him to have a sandwich," Sans said, "You should really try my cooking. I mean, I'm not the best, but I've been making a lot of meals for the past month, and I'm really good at following the instructions on recipe sheets."

She quickly snatched her knife back and backed away a few feet, her gaze analyzing him. Sans had no idea who this chick was, but she seemed to have some sort of feud with Jeff, whatever it was. Sans didn't want to step in the middle, but he wasn't going to be rude to her either.

"You said you've been looking for Jeff for three years or something," Sans said, "Hey, you're pretty determined about that whole thing. None of my business, so I'm not going to step in. But you can still have dinner."

"I came in here to kill you, to get revenge on Jeff before I kill him," The female said.

"Okay," Sans said, "But you wanna watch some T.V while eating, that'd be cool. I'm bored and lonely anyway."

"I came here to kill," She repeated.

"But there's Pretty Little Liars," Sans said, clicking on it, "Oh, I've actually never seen this."

"You've never seen-" She cut herself off, sighing, "How come you aren't scared or trying to fight back?"

"Eh, I honestly don't care if I die," Sans said, "That's why I offered Jeff to eat, too. Kill me or not, it doesn't matter. Papyrus probably won't notice."

"Papyrus?" She asked.

"My bro. What about you?" Sans asked.

She closed her eyes and stood there for a moment before she walked up to the couch and surprisingly sat down next to him, flattening out her dress on her lap.

"Gone," She said simply, "It's what drove me to this. It's why Jeff needs to die, for justice."

Sans stared at her for a moment, understanding where she was coming from. Sans himself represented justice in a way, his soul was based on that very concept, he had done the same for his friends when Chara killed everyone. He killed her in a heartbeat again, so he could understand where she was coming from. But it gave him no satisfaction, in the end, since he knew it was pointless. She just reset, over and over until there was a burning pain searing across his ribcage.

Sudden visions and memories of the judgement hall filled Sans' mind, his breathing quickening slightly as he gripped the front of his shirt, orange and yellow flashing across his vision as the memory of Frisks red eyes-

No, he's fine now.

"Look," Sans said slowly, recovering himself from his panic attack, "I'm not blaming you, yeah, I know what that feels like, I do. But killing them leaves no satisfaction, I've been there. It's more better to see their angry face, to annoy them to no end. To screw over everything they do, and watch them get frustrated in your attempts and want you dead. It's more fun that way."

"You've killed someone," She asked.

"Nah, threatened them though," Sans said, going by this timelines events, "But I made their life h*ll for a bit, and it felt way better than the threat of killing them."

"He's killed a lot of people, he deserves to die for his sins," She said.

"You were attempting to kill me five minutes ago," The smaller of the two spoke logically, "So, you've killed too. I don't think that makes sense."

"I'd be saving hundreds of people," She said.

"By hurting others? I think ya should just prank him, instead," Sans offered, leaning back against the couch.

"Prank? Him?" She repeated, looking at him questioningly.

"Yeah, why not?" Sans asked, "Pie in the face, whoopie cushion, whatever ya want. I mean, he would get mad if you killed him, but what would you do after that? Go back to living a normal life? I think you're a bit too far from that ever again. But if you screw 'round with him, he'd be livid, try to kill you, but I think you can put up a fight."

"That's... an interesting way to think of it," The female said.

Every once in awhile, she eyed the screen of his T.V, reminding Sans of how she had perked up at the mention of the show. It was probably one of her favorites, then. He's never watched it, doubt he'd get into it, but he could always try something new.

"So, you up for Pretty Little Liars and some mac and cheese, store bought?" Sans asked, "I also have some leftover salad if you'd go for that instead."

"I honestly cannot believe I'm going to do this, but I haven't had a nice play to stay at for months," She said, "I'll accept your offer. You feed me and house me until Jeff returns here, and I won't kill you in return."

~~~~~~

Jeff was crouched behind some bushes, watching the tall Papyrus talk to some goat looking person before the phone in his pocket started ringing, him scrambling to answer it to scare off whoever was calling Sans.

"Heya Jeff," A familiar, lazy voice greeted him.

"Sans?" Jeff asked, "What number are you calling from?"

"My backup phone, I just wanted to say I met your sister," Sans said.

"I don't have a sister," Jeff said, his gaze focused on the skeleton he so badly wanted to stab.

"Well, she looks kinda like you, white skin, black hair. She called herself Jane, she's real nice."

Jeff froze when he heard her name, his focus ripped from the house in front of him to the conversation.

"Sans, you need to leave, now," Jeff said, "Go somewhere away from her, she hates my guts."

"Sorry, she's asking me to come back, she said she has something shiny to show me or whatever. Bye!"

Jeff started at the beeping Sans after Sans hung up, quickly standing up and sprinting to Sans' car that he 'borrowed', fishing out his keys from his pocket.

Little did he know of Sans and Jane, both snickering at each other with the first of many pranks Jane was going to pull on him.