Sans POV~

Snow begins to dust the trees with white, while ice shimmers in the cavern walls. Snowdin Town is a small community here in the Underground, but the word "cute" is not something you would to describe it. Sentry stations lay at every corner, armed guards dot and speckle the town, while pawn shops, weaponry stalls and bounty-hunting boards lay in the town square.

I tapped my fingers lightly on her hip ad we drew closer to my house. Though, it seems that my decision-making skills currently reside in my heart instead of my head. It just feels like I've met this girl before. But I'm just not sure where. . .

My home is a lean two-story made from birch, with an attic, basement, and faded-green carpeting. The inside was a mahogany-brown, with cheap furnishing and a large kitchen. My brother's room is furthest to the right, mine opposite it. No bathroom, though. Monster food doesn't go all the way through you, so there's no need for one.

I pause I front of the door and kick it open. I notice the human's wide eyes and say, "the doorknob fails to work now a days," and guide her inside. Once she delicately places herself on the couch, I ask, "what is your name, girl?"

"I don't remember," she replies, running her thumb along the scar across her arm.

"Hmm," I ponder for a moment, "then how about I just call you Dove?" The gesture causes her cheeks to tint pink and she looks away, embarrassed.

"T-that would be nice, Sans."  She says and gives her legs a sad, knowing look. "I'm sorry you had to do that, though."

"Do what?"

"Kill someone for a girl you didn't even know the name of."

"This is Swapfell, killing is normal. Besides, what he was bound to do if I hadn't shown up was far from a just move."

"I mean, he had his reasons, but-" she was cut off my the front door swinging open.

"M'lord," Papyrus hums, "I've returned with the blades you asked for."

"Ah," I nod, "thank you Papyrus." He crosses the room to the kitchen, and stops dead in his tracks when he turns around.

"Is that," he steps forward, "a human?"

"Cut the crap, brother." I roll my eyes, "I was the one who rescued her."

"Rescued?" He repeats with wide eyes, "but why?"

"You know why," I sigh, "my idea of true justice differs from that of this world."

"Well so-ry, Shakespeare," Papyrus laughs, "didn't know you'd be so serious today."

"Anyways, this is Dove. Do s, this is my brother, Papyrus." My eyes dart nervously between them as silence settle in.

"Um, hello, Papyrus."

"Greetings."

More silence. Then, "do you fight?"

"Hell yeah I do."

"Throwing knives?"

"Well duh!"

A full blown conversation breaks out between them. Jealousy pricks at me as I cannot join in, so instead I slide past them to the weapon room that used to be the main closet.

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" So, do you remember anything from your past?" I ask her. It was close to nightfall, and I finally got her alone.

"Only that my family is dead, and that I was meant to serve as a slave until death." She replies.

"Nothing about your name, or the life before you started working for this man?"

She shakes her head, "nothing."

I sign and lean back against the wall. "It just makes no sense why he would need to erase your memory, if that's even what happened. Maybe you had a bad case of Amnesia?"

"Maybe, Master wouldn't tell me anything about myself or how he found me, no matter how hard I tried."

I semi-cringed at that word. Master. It just sounded so horrid and sad coming out of her. She was so frail and selfless, the very idea of someone controlling her seemed unrealistic.

"What does he have you do?" I ask, daring myself to scoot closer.

"Er, I uh, sort of," she paused, "Ikillpeoplesohedoesnthavetogethishandsdirtyalongsidetwelveothers."

"Come again?" I raise an eyebrow and bite back a laugh.

"I kill people so he doesn't have to bet his hands dirty, alongside twelve others called the Zodiac Brotherhood." She replies slowly, "like a mafia, but sort of backwards."

I go silent. Kill? Her? That has to be some sort of joke! She's like an angel, a little dove with a pure heart. If what I heard  before wasn't hard to believe, this was a mere impossibility.

"Sans?" Her words break my flowing tide of thoughts.

"S-sorry," I apologize, "it's just- the idea of you even hurting someone just seems off to me."

"In a way, that's a good thing." She smiles, something that would remind you of a glistening diamond, or a sparkling white sugar cookie. "That means that I can easily hide the fact that you'd die if you hurt my loved ones."

"You know, you're really growing on me, Dove." I smile back at her. "You really are."