If he ever found Jason again, Sans was going to kill him. He settled on that as he climbed out of his car, holding the box very carefully to his chest. He was literally going to murder him.

Sans couldn't just leave this box there, especially after the shop around him started to fade. As if it was an illusion the entire time. The toys, the bright paint, it all faded until nothing but an abandoned building was left. Jason really did up and leave the moment he pawned it off onto Sans. Bastard.

So now he had this box, which if he wasn't careful with, could lead to hundreds of people's deaths. Fantastic. As if Sans wasn't stressed enough.

He sat down onto a park bench, curling up his knees and setting the box next to him. It did nothing. Obviously it didn't move. He wasn't sure if it could move. Was the person inside in a coma like state? Or were they aware and sentient to the things around them? That would be horribly boring.

"Hey, can you uh..." Sans said to the box, sentence slowly dying in each word until he fell into silence. Of course it didn't reply. "I don't think you can talk through that, but maybe you can hear, so I guess I can talk to you? I dunno. Might as well."

There was definitely a CreepyPasta in there, because Sans felt normal despite no other CreepyPasta being around. That he knew of, at least. So Sans decided to take the box out to a park.

"I don't... uh, I'm Sans," He said, placing a hand on his chest. "And I'm just going to call you Mr. Box, if that's alright. 'M not good with names."

Wind rustled the leaves above, creating a nice backdrop for a conversation. It wasn't very crowded that day. Due to fall officially closing in for the season, it was quite perfect.

"I like fall, the season, it's real nice," Sans said, leaning back. "It's not too hot so I don't gotta deal with the complaining and sweaty people round me, but it's not so cold that it can become dangerous. People think skeletons can handle winter, and yeah we can, though going out into winter when our bones are wet is very dangerous. Because we can end up freezing in place, since ice can form between our joints, and we could be stuck out there for days if no one notices. One time my..."

Sans' eye sockets softened. Right. That incident. It wasn't his brothers fault. But with everything that's happened recently in mind, he couldn't help but look back with a new sense of doubt. Slight, but there. Because, for whatever reason, Papyrus decided to let Undyne ruin her bear then had the guts to blame Sally? Who even did that to a kid?

"My bro kicked me out of the house because I filled the bathroom with bubbles after taking a bath, and he said I couldn't come back inside until it was cleaned up. And since we never checked the weather, he didn't realize how cold it was gonna be and I kinda ended up almost freezing out there... don't worry, my bro was real quick to help melt the ice after he got me inside! It's just something we can forget easily, then it comes to bite us in the ass."

He stared down at the box. Was he just wasting his time...?

It was a serial killer in there, more stronger than Slenderman. The person who gave Sans nightmares to this day. But was he any different from the one's staying with Sans? Did he deserve to be alone over them?

Because, at the end of the day, he was a killer. Sure, only one victim, and out of self defense, but still. Everyone needed to have someone in their lives.

Sans didn't even know if he could hear him. But he might as well try, right? It wouldn't hurt.

"You know, I sometimes doubt myself," Sans said, leaning against his hand. If the box somehow replied, it would have been another major change to his life. It didn't, though. "About everything that's happening. Maybe I should just turn in everyone I live with. But does that mean I should turn in myself, too? Or should I just let them keep killing innocent people? People are supposed to get better with outside help, so is it their fault they never got help?"

He knew their stories. Their habits. Their likes and dislikes. He knew a lot about his little friends, as a babysitter of serial killers, and they knew a lot about him. And both knew there was stories behind the knife, the hand reaching out.

"Yeah, I needa talk to Paps soon," Sans said out of nowhere. "He's my bro. I mean... I should."

Just after he said that, the trees around him suddenly seemed to rustle from the wind violently. Sans jumped from the sudden noise, looking around in shock as the forest itself somehow gave it's input onto his family situation.

Now, Sans has seem some weird things. Smile Dog and Ben climbing out of electronics like no biggie. Sally bleeding at all times. Jeff somehow having survived three years on his own and then turning around and thinking he can dodge a blenders blades if he was quick enough to grab a scoop of his smoothie. He was not quick enough with the spoon. Thank Toby Fox it was only the spoon.

But that made him more attune to weird CreepyPasta shit.

"Did you do that? Can you do it again?" Sans asked the box in a whisper.

Nothing. No pick up in wind, no shaking trees. Silence.

Sans had been followed before. And people following others usually didn't do it just once.

So, he scooped up the box and quickly made his way to his car, eye lights darting back and forth. Nothing to see from what he could tell. Who knew whatever following him was capable of. If they wanted a room, like everyone else, they surely should have seen Sans easily accepting CreepyPasta and would have already approached him. Was this just curiosity? Intrigue? Or hatred? Trying to kill him?

Or maybe it was just a really strong sudden breeze. Sans wasn't confident in either answer. Discovering Jason was a CreepyPasta has started to make him a little paranoid about anything slightly new he encountered. He seemed to start encountering them more and more now. At this rate, he was running a full on daycare. Watching over children, a teenager, and a dog. At this point he was playing a game of 'catch 'em all'.

A game he wasn't sure if he wanted to partake in or not.

So, Sans sighed... and started the car to go home. The people probably wouldn't have been gone by now. But he really just wanted to go to bed.

~~~~~~

The building was abandoned once again. Once by an elderly couple of old age. So they sent him here. Not too close, not too far. Just a perfect range. Because he was risky, deadly. CreepyPasta had to stay under the radar, not allow their... unique properties to be seen by the public too much. Some horror stories were fine. But letting out a mass murderer, hell bent on practically destroying the world, who could kill hundreds of people with ease?

That was begging for the world to know of the third species. And they couldn't know. Not ever. It'd throw off the balance.

So, when he got word that the toy shop disappeared, safe to say he was sent immediately to check it out. Because, surely, this man wouldn't have messed up the one single job they asked of him. Yet, when he got there, he did. The masked man slamming the car door shut and rushing forward. It shouldn't be abandoned.

"Oh, hey there!" Jason was standing behind the now rotting counter, lost from his magic influence. Because he no longer had to stay here. "Masky, if I remember?"

The man stopped in the doorway, out of breath from running such a distance.

"Where's the box?" He breathed out.

"Gone." Jason tapped his cheek in rhythm with the ticking of Masky's wrist watch. "I gave him away."

"You -" The man sputtered on his words, trying desperately not to shoot him there and waste a precious bullet, "You gave him AWAY?"

"Well, yes. I handed him off to someone else. Don't worry, I told them about not opening -"

"You gave away a mass serial killer to someone on a whim?"

Jason glared. "Don't pretend that you aren't a killer yourself. Just because you're only 'employed' as one doesn't make you any different than us, you freak."

Masky only returned his glare. Neither moved for a moment. The tapping on Jason's cheek stopped.

"I decided to stay behind and explain out of the pure, unchallenged kindness in my heart," Jason taunted, leaning against the old and dusted wood. "I gave him to the skeleton. Sans. You know him, right? The skeleton? And I think you know what's happening."

Brown eyes bore at Jason with the intensity of a skilled shooter. And who knew, maybe he would end up taking the shot. Not that it'd do anything to Jason anyways, unless he shot in a certain place.

"It's not happening yet," Masky whispered, "It hasn't happened yet."

"Oh, but you see it, don't you? That raw potential? A poor, poor skeleton, arriving onto the surface promised love and joy, but alas..." Jason chuckled, a finger pressed against his lips. "He receives nothing but a murder in front of him, then betrayals. And that little Sally girl is optimizing on it, too. That's why I gave him the box. I figured I'd... nudge him, in the right direction. Help her out a bit."

"You want him to open that box, don't you?"

Their conversation carried a weight to it felt in the air. It felt damp, cramped, yet there was a space between them. Distant. And becoming wider each passing second.

"That clown in there was starved for affection. As is that skeleton. And once he finds out what our poor jester went through, then he can apply that vision to his situation and compare. Things have been getting boring with CreepyPasta rumors lately, so this should excite the air a bit."

"That thing is going to kill the skeleton the moment he does open the box."

Jason shrugged. "He might not."

"You sent him to play with fire without him even knowing."

Without a loss in his grin, Jason walked up to Masky and slightly flicked his mask. He didn't flinch, but his hand immediately begun to rest on his guns handle. Jason only eyed the gun for a moment before chuckling.

"He already met Slenderman, he's been playing with it ever since that time," Jason said. He then went to cup Masky's face, fingers resting coldly on his cheek. "You guys think I didn't know about that? That boys been walking through fire for a very long time and never realized he was breathing in smoke. It's about time to either let him die to the flames or become fire resistant, no? So let him keep the box. And wouldn't it be more helpful to your Boss if the skeleton became more accustomed to CreepyPasta? And say... break that little curse of his?"

He sighed. Jason was... sometimes difficult. They only worked with him for this because it was mutually beneficial. If they knew for sure if destroying the box would destroy him, then they would have done it. But it was the only way to contain him, and if it turned out Laughing Jack wasn't bound to the box and was simply released...

Disaster. That was the simple word to describe the future of the world.

"You still did something incredibly stupid and dangerous." He eyed the tall man, looking for any hint of guilt. Naturally, none was found. 

"Don't we all? Living itself is dangerous." Jason only shrugged, before moving to back away and finally ditch this building once and for all. "Aren't you excited? Things are getting interesting now. Especially since your Boss doesn't seem to want to jump into his life quickly."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, I know your Boss. I know Slenderman. I can tell what he usually wants. You and I both know the rumors. Slenderman just doesn't let anyone go... ever. You either die or join his side eventually. Didn't that happen to you? How old were you when he started? Just a little child? Hm?"

Masky only eyed his face more. With a sigh, Jason rolled his eyes. It wasn't fun anymore when he didn't respond to taunts.

"Well, I fulfilled my part. I wouldn't recommend trying to get that box back. It'd ruin your plans~" Jason said, backing away. "It's a shame, that skeleton would have been a great independent CreepyPasta. If Slenderman really wants to get a third proxy so badly he doesn't need to ruin the up and coming stars we have around. Rumors get more boring that way."