Jane and Jeff had some... adjustments with this arrangement.

Jeff was understandably angry when he found Sans and Jane chilling on the couch together eating some macaroni, but when he accidentally admitted to hunting down Sans' brother to try and get revenge for Sans, it about even it out for the two and they called a truce. Jane and Jeff, however, still hated each other very much, but agreed that in Sans' house, they wouldn't act on violence since his neighbors could possibly hear. Of course, they did hurl insults at each other, and make passive aggressive insults too, but other than that they didn't argue too much other than glaring. Sans tried to keep them apart, and thus the schedule was organized unofficially that Jane was there during the day, since all she had to do was put on sunglasses and she blended in with other people, pretending her skin was just pale, and they could go hang out. Then during the night Sans and Jeff could make fun of shows, screw around, sometimes go out and do things under the cover of the shadows.

This did throw Sans' sleep schedule into whack, since Jeff often liked to stay into the early hours of 3 or 4 am, which Sans had to address with the two, and they shifted to a new schedule of the two coming randomly during the day and often staying until Sans' set sleep time, of which they left at. They were respectful about it, for being murderers, but more than once Sans had woken up to knocking on his window by either. Jane was more respectful by going to the front door, but Jeff had no problem climbing in through a window. Two weeks after this whole set up, Sans ended up buying two more matresses and bed sets before setting them up in his guest bedroom, of which he had originally set up for if Papyrus ever came over, so he reorganized it for the two.

With this setup, Sans was barely ever alone, and he loved it. Jane and Jeff were both complete opposites, and Sans bonded with the two differently but was good friends with the two, who both also lacked friends at the moment. He did expect a response from Jeffs angry message, as his facebook was filled with some messages from the others and even his phone buzzed a bit with messages. Jane soon learned of the situation, and added a more calmer outlook to the situation than Jeff did. They were such polar opposites, it was interesting to be with both of them.

Sans did want his friends to visit once, and he was ecstatic when the doorbell rang, but soon that faded to fear when he realized both Jane and Jeff were in the house.

"And if they get near this door, climb out the window," Sans said, standing in the doorway to his laundry room, "I don't want them questioning why I have two serial killers in my washer room."

He didn't wait for a reply before closing the door, begging whatever god was out there that they'd be able to last five minutes together without him stopping them from fighting.

"Toriel?" Sans asked as he opened his front door, surprised to find the tall goat lady standing in his door alone.

"Ah, Sans, may I come in?" Toriel asked.

"Uh, sure, Tori," Sans said, quickly stepping to the side to let her enter.

"I forgot how big your house was," Toriel said, looking around.

"Yeah, is kinda big for my short structure," Sans said.

"It is nice in here," Toriel said.

"So, uh, you want some tea or something?" Sans asked, "I can whip up some."

"That would be lovely, Sans," Toriel said.

Sans redirected her to the kitchen, keeping her at the island at the opposite side of the kitchen from the door. He could hear faint shuffling from there, and he quickly started talking to distract Toriel if she could hear it.

"How come you decided to stop by?" Sans asked, pulling out some tea boxes after he started boiling the water.

"Papyrus told me about the incident at the mall," Toriel said.

"I figured," Sans said, "Did you know about the wedding too?"

"Well, yes, but I thought you were already informed," Toriel said, looking down in regret, "I came to apologize and see how you were doing."

"I've been making some new friends, doing my job," Sans said, pulling out a cup to make her tea in, "You know, stuff like that."

"Oh, that's good that you're making new friends," Toriel said, "We've been awfully busy as well."

"Like having dinner parties without me?"

Sans didn't mean for it to sound harsh, but his tone wasn't helpful. It just hurt, knowing that all of his friends, his family, got together behind his back and had a party, and on facebook mentioning how great it was that everyone made it. It was a hard hit that had made him cry, like how the wedding news did.

"I completely forgot about that," Toriel said, "It's just that we've all been so busy and distracted that we haven't had the chance to see you again. How about you stop by tonight? I'm going to be hosting a dinner of which I was hoping you could come to. Everyone else is going to be there and they were hoping that you could show up, too."

Sans poured the now boiled water into her cup, keeping in mind the gentle, almost non-existent whispering coming from the laundry room.

Keep in mind, almost.

He did not want to have to explain to Toriel why his laundry room was talking, or why he had two serial killers, of which both hated each other, and would probably try to jump the old Queen. So he had to be careful, watching every reaction to make sure she didn't notice. Sans was fully aware of the consequences of him housing two serial killers, but he had stopped caring about it. Frisk would just go to their save point if he went to jail, or he would die in jail.

"That sounds great!" Sans said eagerly, "Uh, what time?"

"I could drive you straight to my house, so we could set up dinner together," Toriel said, "Then I could drop you off here again."

"Oh, uh," Sans said, glancing at the laundry room door then back to his old friend from behind the door, "I'd have to switch over my laundry first. You could wait in the car for me, while I do that."

"If you wish, Sans," Toriel said, "Do you mind if I take this cup with me?"

"Yeah, 'course," Sans said, "I can't be-leaf you wouldn't want the tea."

"There he is," Toriel laughed, finger gunning him as she stood up and made her way out the front door.

"I could hear you two the entire time," Sans said as he opened the laundry door, finding Jeff sitting on his washer machine and Jane leaning against a wall, both of them glaring at each other before he had entered.

"Sorry, but he's just so hideous that I think standing too close to him will get me infected," Jane said.

"Hopefully the infection will kill you off," Jeff retaliated, rolling his blue eyes.

"How are you both still out and killing if you're that loud?" Sans asked, "But anyway, if you didn't hear over your bickering, Toriel invited me to dinner with the others, so you guys can stay here or head out."

"I've got some blood that needs to be shed, don't worry," Jeff said, opening up his laundry room window and jumping out, his black hair and stained hoodie quickly escaping into the woods.

"Sans, I have something to say," Jane said, sighing lightly before she straightened, "I am aware that Jeff and I are causing some troubles, but I want to thank you. For everything. I had dedicated myself to Jeff for 3 years, so much so that I forgot what kindness felt like. I want to thank you, for seeing past my knife, and seeing me."

"Oh, wow, wasn't expecting that," Sans chuckled lightly, itching his arm, "But yeah, you're pretty cool. If everyone judged everyone by their looks, it'd lead to another war."

"It's just... been years since I've had someone to call a friend," Jane said, "Thank you. For everything."

"No problem," Sans said, winking to her, "Thanks for the company, too."

With that, Jane climbed out the window, smiling softly back at Sans as he closed the window behind her and locked it.

Maybe it was because he represented human death, a skeleton, but he acted so unlike it at the same time. Or maybe it was because she could tell, from the tone of his voice the first night, that he was hiding more, and that he knew exactly where she stood. Or maybe it was because he was a male, and the first man she had talked to other than Jeff, and he was kind to her, even knowing of her murderous ways, and helping her see another side that she had never considered, blinded by her hatred.

Or maybe it was the fact that he saw her true self, her true eyes, and smiled, smiled so caringly and openly that it made Jane realize, laying awake one night, that she wanted to be more with Sans.

The fact that she lusted for a skeleton, however, would remain to herself. He didn't need to know.

At least, not yet.

《》《》《》

Jeff was 13 in his story, and Jane was 16. So, three years later, when they met Sans, Jeff would be 16, and Jane 19. And with Sans in his early twenties, and Jeff being straight, this leaves Jeff for an unusual friendship with Sans and Jane with a desire she never thought she would have again. Not to mention how she tends to use her sexuality as a weapon, luring out information, so of course she'd want to get busy with a guy she likes.

Even more rivalry if Jeff finds out Jane wants to frick frack with his best friend. Oh boy!

First authors note, too. I honestly wasn't planning on putting any in this story but I wanted to explain their ages real quick and how it works with Jane.