His phone was filled with messages.

Sans didn't check them. He ignored them.

Sometimes, people would knock on his door, with the voices of his old friends and family behind it.

Sans didn't answer. Jane even once climbed out the window and pretended to be a neighbor walking past, saying Sans had went on vacation for a week and that he wouldn't be back until Sunday. That gave him a free week, but then the knocking and messages started flooding his life again.

Alphys even had tried to hunt him down at his work, but then he took his personal day and went home. She tried other times, but he simply hid, using shortcuts to quickly avoid her. His more murder-y friends became his full time job, since the blue masked man, who he had come to know as Eyeless Jack, started coming over too. It wasn't for food, like Jeff, or to screw with Jeff, like Jane, but instead just to have a safe place to hide out in with warm sheets. Sans had no idea what Jack ate, but judging by how he came in one day covered in blood and licked it off, Sans figured out easily, especially when the next day in the news that said they had found a dead body with all of its organs removed.

Jack became a part of his schedule as well, being a more quiet and reserved type than the others. While Jeff and Jane were both loud when yelling at each other and easily tempered, Jack was quiet and often just stood back from the others and watched them talk. He was a listener, not a talker, so Sans often found himself sitting in silence with Jack or was talking himself with Jack just listening. Sans even dubbed the three 'The triples J', due to all of their names starting with the letter J. Maybe people whose names started with J were more prone to murder?

Unsurprisingly, Jack was the only person Sans didn't take out into public. He couldn't take off his mask, or he never did anyway, there was no way for him to blend in. He only went out under the cover of night, and it was to often feed. At least, that's what he told Sans.

But on a surprising note, Jack was the one who stayed over the most, due to his lack of need to be out anywhere else. Jeff liked to look for victims beforehand, so he often went out for an entire day to find them. Jane stayed over more than him, but sometimes she followed him to do something, sometimes coming back with slight injuries from fighting Jeff. So when she had come back one day with a large gash up her arm, Sans sat her down and decided to help her out.

Blue magic seeped from his fingertips to cover her white arm, the blue glow dancing across the skin, focusing on her large bleeding gash.

"What's that?" Jane asked.

"Healing magic," Sans explained as Jack sat down in the corner to simply observe, "Every monster knows how to do this. But some are better than others."

"That's impressive," Jane said.

"Eh, mine's only good from how much Papyrus got hurt as a kid," Sans said.

"Interesting," Jack simply said.

"Jeff sure did a number on your arm, huh?" Sans asked as the cut started to close, leaving behind a large scar before that too started to fade.

"He caught me off guard, that little sucker," Jane muttered, "I tried to take his victim. Neither of us got the girl, but I almost got his leg."

"It's not my place to ask, but when I met you, you mentioned how he did something to you," Sans said, "Is that why you both hate each other?"

"No, it's fine to ask," Jane said, "But he's the one who did this to me. Made me this monster."

"I was born a monster, so ya get used to it," Sans cracked out a joke, "So don't worry about it. I think you look pretty."

"Ah, thanks," Jane said, directing her gaze at her lap as she blushed slightly, Sans not seeing the blush due to his focus on her arm.

"All healed," Sans told her, his blue magic fading as his pupil went back from blue and yellow to a simple white pupil again.

"Your eye," Jack said.

"Oh, yeah, it does that when I use magic," Sans said, "Using attacks, defending, dodging, shortcuts, that sort of stuff."

"Monsters are interesting," Jack said.

"Well, it only does that with me, I haven't seen another monster whos eyes glow like my left pupil," Sans said, standing up, "But that's all nice and healed now."

"Thank you, for that," Jane said, "It means a lot."

"No problem," Sans said, "But I got today off, if you two wanna do something?"

"I was kind of hoping... we could go out," Jane said hesitantly, "Just us two. I saw this one restaurant one night, and I thought I could take you to it."

Jane, unknown to Sans, had went out looking for a place to take him instead of tracking Jeff and trying to kill his prey before he could. She hadn't had a date in... all of her life, but she had watched romance movies practically her entire life, sometimes even crouching outside of peoples windows to watch while they were unaware of her intentions. That could also be another reason to why she had found herself urning to be with Sans in a relationship, since she craved that kind of relationship and Sans was the first male to give her any kind of positive attention that wasn't sexual. She knew she looked nice, she often seduced men to get into their houses and kill them, or to get out of some sort of situation.

"Hey, that's cool," Sans said, "We can take some leftovers home to Jeff."

"Of course you're considerate about the others," Jane muttered into her hands.

"Uh, what about you, Jack?" Sans asked, not noticing Janes comment, "I know you eat peoples organs and everything, but can you digest normal food? Or do you like, get really sick?"

"Sick and throw up," Jack explained.

"Well, that sucks, you can't eat cheese then," Sans said, "It's really good. A bit of a cheesy saying, but I think cheese is Grate."

"That was good," Jane said, "But when should we go out for the dinner?"

"Well, I can grab my wallet and we can go now," Sans said.

"Actually, I want to pay and drive," Jane said, "As a thank you, for everything you've done for me."

"Oh," Sans said, "Well, if you want to. But you know money isn't a problem for me."

"I'll have to take your car, but I had been saving money before, so I can pay," She said, "It's a place where you like the type of food, too. It's a greasy place."

"Heck yeah, my type of food," Sans said.

"I can go get ready and grab my money, while you get ready too," She said.

"I think I'm already ready, don't need to change or anything," Sans said, looking down.

"Keys," Jack said.

"Oh, right," Sans said, pointing at him, "You want me to put on Netflix so you can watch that one body dissecting show."

"Yes," Jack said.

Soon, Jack was set up on the couch to watch this one show Sans had shown him while Jane climbed into the drivers seat, flexing her fingers while Sans buckled himself in. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and instead of her usual black dress she was wearing a black shirt tucked into dark blue shorts. It was probably something she had owned before, since he had helped her buy a few outfits and he didn't remember buying those.

"You do know how to drive, right?" Sans asked.

"Of course," Jane said, "It was one of the advantages I had over him. While he had to walk, I could just take a car from a gas station and drive away. You have no idea how many drivers leave the keys in the ignition instead of taking them out."

"I think I need to take him for driving lessons or something, he's 16 so he could learn at least," Sans said, "Taking his driver licenses pictures would be horrible."

"There would be some screaming involved," Jane said as she pulled out of his driveway, "The police called."

"But hey, at least he wouldn't have to force a smile. He's always smiling."

Jane giggled at that comment.

Sans recognized the buildings letters at the front, the large orange letters signalling that he was returning to a building of which he had left behind. He had used Grillbys to help deal with the resets, drowning his sorrows in alcohol with the faint hope it could help him feel better, although it never did. Once he came to the surface, he slowly fell out of going there altogether, it had been some time since he had tasted the usual Grillby food.

"Oh, you're taking me to Grillbys?" Sans asked.

"Do you not like this place?" Jane asked.

"No, I really like his food," Sans said, "I just know the owner. He's a fire monster."

Jane choked on her split at the mention fo fire, turning to him with widened eyes.

"... fire...?" She whispered.