"Holy crap, no way!" Ben laughed out, sticking his head through the T.V. "Papyrus and Undyne were just arrested because the police got a warrant and found the blood on the carpet!"

"Really?" Sans asked, glancing over from the piece of paper he was reading, "That's cool, I'm just a natural."

"Now that you talk about it, you would make a really good CreepyPasta, Sans," Ben said, glancing out of the window to see the night sky. "I mean, you've been abandoned by people you trusted, classified as insane, and you just helped kidnap someone for Jack. As far as I'm concerned, that sounds like one of us."

"It sounds like someone's OC, seriously I find way too many of those," Jane muttered from the couch, "Can you get out of the T.V now Ben? I was trying to watch Kissing Booth."

"Fine." Ben stuck his hands out and dragged his body out of the electronic, climbing off of the T.V stand onto the floor below.

The hooded man next to Sans watched hesitantly, Hoodie silently waiting for Sans to finish reading what he had written on the paper. Would he like it? Would he hate it?

It wasn't until recently that Sans had learned that Hoodie liked to write poems. Since he was more of the quiet type, he didn't tend to share out his more personal hobbies, such as poetry. Hoodie and Jack did share the shy trait in common, but they had it differently. Jack was more of the face and love shy type, shy about who he loved and what he looked like, while Hoodie was shy for his poems. Other than that, Hoodie was a confident and strong proxy, that was for sure. It was just sharing his poetry where he got nervous.

She had built a tower,

As high as the eye could see,

So beautiful,

So magnificent.

Next to it was a hideous tower,

Short and normal,

No decorations on its surface,

Compared to her perfect tower,

It was old.

But when the earth shook,

Hers clattered to the ground the fastest,

Yet her neighbors had stayed stable,

So she walked through the debris,

Of her Not-So Perfect Tower alone.

"What are you talking about, this is great!" Sans said, holding out the paper for Hoodie to take again. "I really like it!"

"Really?" Hoodie asked, barely able to muster a loud voice. "It was just something I wrote this morning..."

"You're really good at writing poems, I mean, this is better than anything I could write," Sans said.

"What's it about?" Jane asked.

Hoodie gulped, pulling his orange hood further over his covered face. "Stuff..."

"It's about a girl who focused to much on making her tower look good that she didn't focus on the foundation, and while she mocked another tower, there was an earthquake and her's fell while the other one stayed," Sans said, "Like, it's a metaphor for how people focus so much on outside beauty that when it comes down to it, it should matter from what people are made from instead of what they look like."

"You mean like guts and blood?" Ben asked, "You said what they're made from."

"Oh, shut up!" Sans threw a pillow at Ben. "You know what I meant!"

Looking down at his poem, Hoodie let out a sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. He folded it and tucked it neatly into his back pocket, planning on adding it to his other poems later.

It was hard to specify when he had picked up poetry, it was sometime right before his life had been thrown into chaos by his new boss. For that period of time, he stopped writing poetry altogether, as he was too busy stalking and being stalked in order to do much of anything else. But after, whenever he found find some spare paper and a pencil, he would dabble in poetry. He had always been interested in it, but he never found the ability to do much with it.

However, now, he had interest and inspiration. After reading a good book, or burning down a house, he would get inspiration to write a new poem. It wasn't just Sans that read them either, Sally would like to look at them from time to time, and even though Toby wasn't a big fan of literature, he would read them too. It was nice to have support like this, even though Hoodie wouldn't go anywhere big with his poetry.

A serial killer wouldn't make it far in the world of poetry.

But that didn't mean he just wasn't going to do what he enjoyed. Hoodie liked writing poems, so he was going to do it, simple as that.

"Sans, you should like, make us dinner," Ben said.

The couch dipped as Ben threw himself onto it, no care in the world for Sans and Hoodie, who had been previously sitting together until he had split them apart with landing between them.

"I did, two hours ago." Sans was blunt as he flicked the back of his head. "You spend too much time inside of the T.V, I might have to limit your electronic possession time."

"God, you sound like a Mom," Ben grumbled into the pillow.

"Hey, I still let you kill people, I'm a cool Uncle at least." Sans said.

"You're like that cool Uncle who just gives the kids pot and tells them to have fun," Ben said.

"I think Sans is more of the innocent younger brother, to be honest," Jane said.

"Innocent young brother?" Sans snorted.

"Well, you do kinda have that vibe, like how we're all serial killers and you're just kinda here." Jane moved her arms towards him to add effect to what she was saying. "Most of the time we come back covered in blood and you just ask how our night was."

"More of the innocent boyfriend, since everyone's dating him anyway," Ben said.

"I am not innocent, trust me." Sans almost laughed at what she was saying. "I'm definitely just like an Uncle, the cool, laid back guy who just lets you guys do anything."

"MOM!" Ben suddenly shot up from his spot.

"I thought you killed your Mother," Hoodie said.

"I did!" Ben was grinning widely at Sans. "But he's totally like a Mom. He cooks and cleans, he takes care of all of us, and he just sorta stands there and let's us go through our phases while Slender is just done with us."

"Thanks for comparing me to the cliche Mother image," Sans said.

"Not to mention how skeletons can produce children from their souls," Jane pointed out, "He is right, you do share some similar aspects with Moms. You even have a kid."

"And you would probably look really cute in a skirt or dress, not going to lie," Hoodie said.

"Wait, hold up, this is derailing pretty fast," Sans said.

"Jane! You have to go get a dress for Sans to wear now!" Ben said.

"Wait, no!" Sans objected.

It was too late, as Jane was already standing up and sprinting out of the room at full speed, eager to see Sans in one of her dresses. Who wouldn't? Sans was short and cute, he could definitely pull off woman's clothes.

Quickly, the three had Sans cornered in the living room, one of Jane's dresses in her hands as she held it out for Sans.

"Please, just one time?" Hoodie asked, "I won't take more than one picture."

"Why does everyone want me to wear a dress?" Sans said, "Jane has t*ts, I don't, it'll just be all baggy!"

"No, this one is one I haven't worn in years, when I had practically boobs," Jane said, "And it's probably your size!"

"We should get Trender in here to make Sans dresses," Ben said, "I just wanna see Sans just dressed up as a girl now."

"Please?" Hoodie begged, "You'll look probably really good in it!"

"It still has a place for boobs, I don't have anything there, it'll sag in the front," Sans said, "It's not made for skeletons, it'll just be awkward."

"But I have to see you in a dress now, I'll never be able to go to sleep again until I see you in like a cute tutu or something!" Hoodie said.

"He is right, though, it will sag, too little boob and a dress will just collapse with its own weight, too much and your bursting."

"What is dress wearing for girls, a science?" Ben asked, "How come you know so much about t*ts and dresses?"

"Experience."

"Eh, fair enough."

Just then, Trender was suddenly walking into the room, a dress looking about Sans's size in his hands.

"I felt a summoning for my skills, did anyone want Sans to wear a dress?" He asked as he stepped in, holding up the blue dress.

And Sans knew then, he was f*cked.

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And here's a cool down chapter from all of the intense stuff going on, just some simple fun with Sans, Ben, Jane, and Hoodie! Perhaps some art of Sans in a dress is in order :)

Yeah, I just wanted a fun little chapter with the CreepyPasta and Sans to take a breather from everything else going on. Breaks are always good for a story, to slow down and show how they're still interacting.

And maybe take a breather before the conflict hits ten fold, I dunno *wink*

Or maybe it's just me being lazy and writing a short chapter because I can, take your pick!