Once Papyrus left you alone again you realized that you felt a little bit better; annoying or not, the skeleton was sort of charming in his own way, but damn was he exhausting! He had energy for days!

What's left? I don't really see anything ahead of me besides this bridge. The sign said there was a town ahead... I think it was called Snowdin? Very clever.

You only got about halfway across the bridge before you heard a faint giggling sort of noise. It was coming from behind you, and you whipped around, upper lip curling back. The giggle sounded exactly like Flowey, but the damned thing was nowhere to be found. With a sigh through your nose you pressed on, only to be stopped by the pair of skeletons again.

"Human!" Papyrus cried out, arms crossed. "I, the great Papyrus, have a confession to-- no! Wait! I cannot confess anything! I must capture you! Behold!" All of a sudden a cannon rolled into view, along with spikes and fire and a dog dangling from god knew what.

"What the actual fuck is this, another puzzle?"

Papyrus stopped what he was rambling about and turned to look down at Sans. "Sans. What does "fuck" mean, and why does the human keep on saying it?"

The smaller skeleton blinked wildly before running a bony hand down his face. "It's a... sentence enhancer, bro. But don't say it, it's a bad word."

"Bad word? Why is "fuck" a bad word? Sans, I don't understand!"

You clapped your hands over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. Sans just looked thoroughly uncomfortable. "Just forget about it, Papyrus. I'm serious." Then he turned to glare at you, his white pupils flashing and sending a chill down your back, one that had nothing to do with the cooler air.

Still. Who was he to get mad if his brother repeated what you said like a parrot? This was going to be fun! Cupping your hands around your mouth so they could hear you, you called out, "SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER AND TITS."

Sans' hand slapped at his forehead, eyesockets squeezed shut. Papyrus, on the other hand, looked completely baffled. He turned once again to his brother. "Are they bad words too?"

"Yes, and if you repeat them, you are not gonna like what happens next." The shorter skeleton's hands clenched, but only for a moment.

"But the human is teaching me new words, and you know how much I enjoy learning new words!"

"P a p y r u s."

"What a party pooper..." The tall skeleton turned back to you again, waiting for your laughter to die down before speaking again. "Human! Since you are being quite generous with your vocabulary, I have decided to spare you from my Gauntlet of Deadly Terror! Nyeh heh heh heh heh!!"

All of the weaponry- and the strange, small dog- disappeared from your view again. You crossed the bridge and grinned at Sans, who was still frowning a little bit. "The Seven Dirty Words bit, huh? It's funny, but I'd appreciate you not teachin' my brother those words."

"I think it's a little too late for that," you replied, grinning wider.

Sans sighed and looked up at you for a little while longer. "Can't say I didn't warn ya." He gave you a little wave before walking further, in the direction you were also meant to go. So instead of simply watching him leave you caught up to him. "Are you going to Snowdin?"

"Yeah. There's a place called Grillby's, if you're hungry. You comin'?" Before you could respond your stomach growled. It felt like ages since you had eaten anything; really, all you had was the jug of cider. "I'll take that as a yes," the skeleton spoke up, chuckling. "Besides, I could use a break from work."

"What work? All you've done is follow Papyrus around."

"Nonsense, I do plenty of work. I got sentry stations all over the place. But more stations means more legally-required breaks, too, so I guess I can let you pull me away from work for a few." He shrugged and winked up at you, and all you could do was wonder what, exactly, his "jobs" entailed.

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Grillby himself turned out to be a flame-headed sort of figure, who watched silently as Sans led you inside and to the bar. All of the dogs you had encountered earlier were there as well, and all of them greeted Sans enthusiastically.

Guess he's pretty popular...

Sitting down at the bar, the skeleton patted the seat beside him. You sat down- and were greeted with the farting noise again. Groaning you removed the whoopie cushion from underneath you and flung it back at Sans. "I can't believe you fell for that again," he laughed.

"I can't believe you still think whoopie cushions are fucking funny," you spat back, sitting down once again, making sure he didn't slide another one beneath you.

"A laugh's a laugh, lady." He muttered quietly before turning to Grillby, who disappeared out the back door and came back with two orders of fries. They looked good, almost unbearably so with the way your stomach growled, and the skeleton beside you passed you the ketchup.

Which, of course, spilled out all over seeing as how the cap wasn't on properly. You groaned again and rubbed your face before glaring at Sans, which was grinning wide. "Whoops," was all he said before he pushed his own food towards you. "Here. I ain't hungry anyways."

You ate a few fries in a sullen silence, Sans also not speaking for a little while. Eventually he glanced over at you. "So why do you carry that thing around? Did you bring it with you from aboveground?"

You nodded, swallowing. "I had it with me when I fell down. I always have it with me."

He paused for a bit, watching you eat. "What kind of adult falls into the underground? Weren't you paying attention?"

You glared at him. "Fine, okay, so my radio is a bit of a distraction, but I'm not fucking stupid, Sans."

He held up his bony hands. "Never said you were." Then he paused again. "I need to ask why, though. Why are you going to meet him?"

Then it was your turn to pause. How had he known what you were doing? Gently pushing the fries aside you delicately wiped your mouth, taking your time in replying. "Because I'm a huge fan. I want to meet him. I don't know how I managed to find out that he's a monster, but I'm better off. I don't really have any family to take me in, anyways..." you trailed off, immediately thinking of Toriel. She was more like a motherly figure than anything.

Sans nodded, thinking things over. "And what if you never get there? What if something- or someone- stops you?"

You frowned deeply. "Are you trying to stop me?"

"No. I say do what you want. I'm also sayin' to be careful, though; not everyone is as friendly to humans as we are."