There was a girl he didn't know sitting at his counter. Bleeding profusely and eating a bag of chips.

It had been a week since Sans took in Jeff. They had settled down nicely since the arresting event. Jeff officially took up the guest room as his own, and had safe places to hide in case anyone made a sudden visit. Specifically the police. Specifically specifically Undyne.

Sans hadn't really gone out on another outing with his friends yet, but he talked to Papyrus on the phone a few times.

Yet Sans walked downstairs one morning, both Smile Dog and Jeff asleep, to find this girl. Brown hair. Green eyes. Freckles. With a large wound on her head, which consistently dripped blood onto the counter. Wearing nothing but one sock, holding a worn teddy bear, and eating his bag of chips.

"Uh... hello?" Sans asked.

She turned, bright eyes full of curiosity. "Hello!"

One thing Sans noticed that was consistent over the CreepyPasta were their looks. They seemed to always have one unsettling thing about them. For Smile Dog and Jeff, it was their eyes and cut cheeks. And for this girl, it seemed to be the very obvious fatal wound on her forehead that didn't seem to inflict any pain on her.

"Are you a Creepypasta?" Sans asked.

"Hm?" She paused on a barbeque chip, then nodded. "Mhm! Both me and Charlie are! Say hi Charlie!" She then held up the teddy bear and made it wave.

Toby fucking Fox bless his soul because that was freaking adorable.

"Hi Charlie," Sans said, giving the teddy bear a little wave. "And what's your name? I'm Sans."

"Sally!" She said, "I'm going to live with you now!"

What.

What?

"What do you mean - what?" Sans asked.

She was definitely a Creepypasta. Which meant this little, tiny girl killed people. If that wasn't enough, she had an injury which guaranteed she died before. That wasn't even causing her to flinch. He didn't know how to feel about this. After all, Sally just waltzed up to his house after not only finding out he was okay with serial killers somehow, but where he lived, broke in through unknown ways, and just decided to eat chips before promptly telling him he'd have a new house guest.

"Um, a boy I know told me you were taking in serial killers," She mumbled, pressing her thumbs together. "And... I don't have anywhere to go. My Mommy and Daddy are gone and I only kill mean people who kept going into my house."

Sans didn't know it was possible to go on this rollercoaster of emotions so early after greeting someone, but guess Sally had a lot of plans for him. Smile Dog's and Jeff's residence made sense. Jeff followed in after Smile Dog just to wait out the cops. Smile Dog was taken here from the pound. But why would this kid, without knowing him or any of the other CreepyPasta, be willing to do this so suddenly?

"Okay, before I suddenly get a new roommate or whatever, let's clear this out," Sans said, walking up to the island counter and leaning against it. "Who told you I was taking in serial killers for housing?"

"A boy. He visits me on a phone sometimes. He said I might be safe here, because a lot more ghost hunters have been trying to get rid of me. They always try to hurt me, so I hurt them faster." Her eyes, for a moment, went dull. Almost empty. And she stared at the counter guiltless. "But they kept breaking into my Mommy and Daddy's house. I didn't like people doing that. They scared me. Then my friend came onto the phone and told me I have to leave because they were going to tear down my house. And that here is safer. So I came here. And I don't have anywhere else to go. Neither I or Charlie do."

Crap. That was...

Ugh. He already had two. Why not make it three?

"Know what?" Sans said, sticking out his hand. "I'll take you in. Just promise not to kill a lot of people, 'kay?"

Her eyes, like shimmering emeralds, widened with excitement. "Thank you Sans!"

And that's how Smile Dog found Sans making Sally an omelet.

"Figured."

Sans was starting to think Smile Dog knew him more than his own brother now. And it was showing, too. Papyrus would never expect Sans to not only house one, but now three serial killers just because. Yet Smile Dog was able to tell right away that Sans accepted Sally into his house, much like he did for the other two.

A dog knew him  better than anyone else. Wow.

"Did you know that she was coming here?" Sans asked after Smile Dog had brought him to another room, crouching down. "I dunno how the word got out otherwise."

"No, I've never met her in person, but I do know of her. All of the CreepyPasta do." Smile Dog said. He watched her from the hallway as she gleefully chomped into her omelet. "It's not often a little girl gets raped then murdered."

Sans almost choked on his breath. Fucking what.

"What, she was -"

He looked at the little girl in horror. She looked barely nine years old. She was...

Oh man. That was brutal. Horrible. Who was the sicko that'd even do that?

"Please for the love of any god out there that the person who did that is dead in the dirt," Sans muttered.

"Obviously. She was the one who killed the bastard too. But now that she's gotten her revenge, her soul is just... stuck. She can't die, she can't grow or live. And she can't even get official therapy, either, for what happened. The CreepyPasta all sometimes leave little things for her at her door."

"Really?"

"We all may be serial killers, but a lot of us have soft spots for kids. Especially one who didn't deserve what happened to her."

~~~~~~

Sans watched carefully as Sally poked at the TV remote, completely fascinated by the technology. On his phone he watched as more articles popped up from Smile Dog. Each one rolling by with intense information that wasn't suitable for just anyone to look at.

Sally Williams. Technically she'd be over fourty years old right now if she had continued to age. It was a tragic, horrible tale. A little girl who's Uncle did... ahem, things. Which, if he was still alive, Sans might end up becoming a serial killer just to deal with him. She officially died after reporting him harassing her. He had murdered her before being arrested. Two weeks afterwards, he died suddenly in his cell. And the next day her parents had died. Their house was finally going to be torn down next month.

Which was why she was here. Because that's where she had been staying for all of these years and didn't have anywhere else.

But that did make Sans worry a bit. Neither Jeff or Smile Dog told her about this place or that Sans was even hosting a serial killer. No one should know but them. Which meant someone else he didn't' trust was quite aware, and even advertising it apparently.

He brushed aside those thoughts and instead focused on how this poor girl needed some therapy. Over thirty years within that house with no one to help her? That sounded awful. And his caring instincts were kicking in rather quickly. He already started making her food to the best of his ability, and was teaching her how to use technology. To help her get better.

Progress for him, too, Sans realized. He's eating somewhat consistently again. Getting up and moving around. Talking to Jeff and Sally a lot, too. And now he was researching therapy for her.

He never imagined it'd get this far. Three serial killers in his house, completely by his own choice. He let Smile Dog stay there. He left Jeff stay there. And now, he was letting Sally stay there. Just because he wanted them to have a warm place to sleep for a night. And he definitely couldn't explain away any of this. It was easier to explain Jeff and Smile Dog. But a little girl that bleeds constantly? He wasn't sure how.

"I can't get her into any sessions," Sans groaned, looking at the screen. "She needs to somehow be in the system, and she died over thirty years ago. I mean... kinda obvious why trying normally is a horrible idea. I thought maybe there'd be some walk in place or something but nope."

He had asked Sally if she wanted some help, and she had said yes. Honestly, Sans was considering going in too for his depression for some management techniques. Obviously neither him or Sally could effectively tell the full truth in session, but they could both keep out certain information.

Smile Dog dropped some papers next to Sans before settling down next to him. Sally and Jeff, both in the living room, were playing a game on Sans' Xbox that he forgot he had, frantically clicking at the buttons. Jeff seemed just as new to a controller as Sally was. Guess he never got the chance to play while being on the run.

"They're having fun," Smile Dog said, rather amused over watching them.

It was so weird how normal this seemed. They weren't acting like serial killers. Just like innocent kids. It felt almost homely. Something he's always wanted.

"What are those?" Sans asked, picking up the papers.

"Adoption papers."

Sans choked. What?

"You have me legally as your dog. Jeff you can pretend broke in since he can't really pass as normal and often sneaks out. But Sally? I... I think she should have a more permanent solution."

Adopt. As in officially. As in taking care of a full on child for... well, forever. She would never grow up. So Sans would take care of her forever. Fuck, he couldn't even manage his own health without a dog checking in to make sure he ate!

"I can't take care of her!" Sans said quietly, pushing the papers back. "And she's not even in the system, I'd be arrested the moment I tried! Or put into some mental hospital!"

"What do you think I do with my powers? I can mess with the entire information system online. Delete things, make things appear on websites. I've prepared a fake identity for her in the adoption pool. Sally Williams, who's parents died when she was very young. It would be 'official', and you'd have the papers to prove it."

Sans looked back at Jeff and Sally. Technically, if he really wanted to...

"I mean, is it a good idea, though?" Sans asked, "I can barely take care of myself. I'm still struggling whenever one of you guys aren't around. And even if I didn't have that stupid curse, or whatever it is, I'd still have a lot of mental shit that should make me not capable of adopting a kid."

Fucking hell was this a request. Smile Dog wanted Sans to adopt a girl he just met that day. And sure, her story sounded awful, and he did want her to find a good home, but this wasn't the right home for her. Sans wasn't the right parent for her.

"She doesn't belong in a home with an unstable skeleton taking care of her," Sans said, shaking his head.

"Sans," Smile Dog said, ears tilting back, "I think this is the only home she can belong in. Look at her. Who else would take her in? And you aren't alone, either. Jeff and I can help you."

Right. That was fair. She just killed people out of self protection from what he could tell so far. And who could really blame her too much? She was a scared little girl, pulled into a terrible situation, with no one to support her. No one would want a murderous girl in their house with any hint of good intentions. Not even Toriel. She adored children, much like Sans did, but murderers she couldn't tolerate. Even for a good cause. "There is never, ever any reason to kill someone without an alternative," Toriel would scoff, "I lived through the war without killing anyone. There is always another way."

"I..." Sans looked down at the papers. He did always want kids, but he didn't expect to adopt one he just met right off the bat. Especially with his mental health.

She had nowhere else, though. And she deserved the ability to get help.

"Only if Sally agrees to it." Sans said.