Chapter 5

Sans was asleep in the train that he was riding at the moment, resting the back of his head against the plush red velvet cushions of his seat. The window next to him was cracked, giving him a steady stream of fresh air. He wanted to get out of the basement of the guild and go on a job for once, especially since it's been a week since he last went on a job in the first place. He had a disguise on to hide his "eyes." Witch was surprisingly easy, he looked surprisingly human, and anyone sitting in front of him would only have noticed that he was pale to the bone, and had a mustache attached to a pink nose and shades… the "classic disguise." He added his own special touch, googly eyes taped on the glasses.

They found out that there were indeed some monsters that lived along with humans, but the fact that they were monsters wasn't the problem. They were not "normal" monsters for this universe. There wasn't many "fish ladies," "yellow lizard people," or defiantly many living skeletons finding ways to live with humans. So to rectify this problem, they all got disguises. Well, more like their normal clothes with a helmet or something. Their disguises were stuff they all made up: Undyne had her armor made for her again, Alphys got a hooded white trench coat, Gaster got a side flap beanie, and Papyrus wore his scarf a little more up on his spine and wore shades with a baseball cap (slightly stained red from spaghetti), Mettaton and Frisk didn't really need disguises as they were the most human members.

Everyone was going solo on a mission, something that Undyne came up with. They were all supposed to go on a mission and the first one back won the game, saying "Whoever comes back first is the leader of our group!" They all had left already, taking on missions of all varieties. Alphys took a research job, Mettaton took something that "required his talents," Undyne (obviously) took a monster pest job, Gaster took a missing person's job, Papyrus took a night guard job, Frisk took a job that required them to serve at a café (they took Flowey with them because they needed a translator. He didn't want to go.), and Sans went on a job to get something for an old woman, apparently a fortune teller.

The reward for it was some Jewels: the currency of Fiore… there was another reward, "brief foresight." He wasn't big on fortune tellers, most of them were cheapskates and conmen, but he needed all the help he could get at the moment, even if it was a bogus lead to get OPEN machine 2.0 up and running faster.

"Hey, sir?" a voice interrupted Sans's sleep.

"Huh?" He blinked awake, squinting to see through his shades.

"May I sit here?" Sans turned his head to the side of the bench opposite of his own. It was a little girl with long blue hair trailing down to her waist.

"Oh, sure kid." He yawned, stretching to pop his back, "Go right ahead."

"Thank you!" She cheered. She sat down on the bench, a white cat not unlike Happy sitting down next to her. "So what's your name?"

"Sans. Sans the Sk-" He stopped himself, "Just Sans."

"Nice to meet you Sans. My name is Wendy."

"Wendy. Nice name."

"Thanks."

The cat to her right spoke up in a somewhat "posh" manner, "My name is Carla, and could you take off those garish glasses?"

He smirked a little, "What do you mean, they're fine for me. Hey Wendy, what do you think?"

Shocked for a moment at his question, she hesitated. "Um…" he struck then, jiggling his head side to side. He saw her nervous smile slowly turn into a grin. This was why googly eyes needed to be taped to everything.

"Do I have something in my eye? Oh, this happens sometimes, iris it didn't happen so often." The cat rolled her eyes, so he continued, "Don't roll your eyes at me."

She laughed, barely getting out, "You're cracking me up!"

"Sorry, my jokes might get cornea." They both laughed as he finished, and he was glad he got a smile out of the nervous girl that he just met. "So what is a little girl like you doing out on a train?"

"I'm on a job for my guild."

"Oh, so you're a wizard! Well I'm doing the same thing you are, going on a job for my guild."

"Oh, which one are you part of?"

"Fairy Tail, you?"

"Cait Shelter."

"What's it like there?"

"It's really nice, and everyone treats me like family there!"

"Ah, it's much the same at Fairy Tail, it's probably just a little more rowdy than yours."

"I've heard that a lot." She laughed.


Flowey was currently strapped to Frisk's headband, acting as the translator for the café whenever they needed to ask something. It was a nice place he guessed, Café was the name of the place, with the manager named something. Flowey just called him shitlord; it was easier on his tongue. So far Frisk had done an amazing job; they have been switching from jobs all over the place and picking up the pace as soon as they got back to a section. They cooked, served, and even managed the cashier from time to time. It was pretty amazing.

Of course, Frisk was getting some slack due to the customers liking them so much. Their charm and "cuteness" won the suckers over, eager to get Frisk's attention and food. It was delicious, as always. Being taught by Undyne and Toriel helped with their passion and skill, respectively. They got constant brief messages like "Give my compliments to the chef." Frisk not only made everything, but they always came out with six plates, no matter what the size. Their balancing skills matched only by Olympic athletes.

*(Ding...)

Frisk turned their head towards the front counter as the next customer rang the desk bell at the front, whipping Flowey along with it. Frisk set down the rest of the plates they brought out for table goers, and walked up behind the counter. Thankfully, Frisk brought their notebook with them, and lifted up the page that had "What would you like to order?" written on it.

The customer raised their eyebrow at this, but proceeded to order. "I would like a grilled steak. Well done."

Frisk gestured them to follow them to a table. Frisk stopped at a small booth in the corner, the only booth not taken. They gestured for them to take a seat, and then turned the page to their notebook, showing them "I'll be out with your food in a bit." After this, Flowey got a good look at the dude. He had short blonde spikey hair, with a lightning shaped scar running over his right eye down the side of his cheek. He looked strong, yet tired, maybe just angry or something.

Frisk then departed to the kitchen to prepare a new batch of food for the customers.


"HUMAN! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS COME TO RELIVE YOU OF YOUR DUTIES!" Papyrus shouted, bursting into the office of the security that goes on night watches.

"Woah. Uh, hey. You the wizard from Fairy Tail?" A man in a red and black uniform replied, recovering from Papyrus's abrupt intrusion.

"RIGHTY O!"

"Oh. Good, wasn't sure when you were going to get here, so I've just been preparing the things you'll need." He said, gesturing to the small desk placed to his right, with some water and handcuffs sitting next to a grand array of stones. "The rune stones allow you to look at some of the places where people generally don't want other people to be, and you'll have to go after them if you see anyone other than an employee there."

The mad got up from his chair, and popped his thumbs and stretched. "If you see anyone doing anything their not supposed to be doing, put them in handcuffs and put them in the cell to your left." That cued him to look at the cell, dimly lit and only had a small shelf as a bed. "Your welcome to use any of the kitchen stuff if you like. Long nights are common so we brought some stuff here to make a more edible dinner."

He gathered his things into a small duffel bag that he slung over his shoulder, "My manager Carol should be here around five to give you your reward. She said something about a shipment coming in that might be stolen from around one. Give the person arriving with the goods these papers," He said, shuffling through some papers on the desk, handing them to Papyrus.

"ALRIGHTY THEN, MR. GUARD!"

The guy laughed at Papyrus's energy, as the sheer amount was astounding. He headed out, hesitating as he was about to close the door. "Make sure to give them only to the driver. And sorry you have to work the graveyard shift, man. Now don't get too tired." He said, giving a smile and a wave as he closed the door, leaving papyrus to go over the job, see his patrol routes, and see how things worked with all the rune stones.

"FIVE TO FIVE. SHOULD BE A WONDERFUL NIGHT!"


Sans stepped onto the porch of the old woman that he acquired his job from. He didn't like doing a job in the first place, but Wendy cheered him up and now he didn't feel so pessimistic. Back when he left from the train, he gave a wave to Wendy as it took off with new passengers. She responded by opening the window she was next to, and yelled goodbye as it got farther and farther away. She was a nice girl, maybe they'll meet again? Who knows?

Turning back to the quaint little house, he lifted his hand to the door to knock. Just barely before his hand touched the door, it opened to reveal a short old woman around his own height. Her face was one of aged kindness with the sparkle in her eyes, but she also held certain wisdom in her gaze.

"Hello there, I assume you're from Fairy Tail?"

"That's me."

"Well then, come on in." She turned around and beckoned him to follow. "I'm baking some cookies that should be cooling off in a minute, if you want any."

"Yeah that would be nice, thanks. The name's Sans, by the way."

She stepped into the kitchen and put on a pair of oven mitts and said, "Well Sans, my name is Mary."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

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Sans leaned forward from his plush chair to pick up a cookie off of the plate sitting in between him and Mary. He plopped it into his mouth as he sat back into the chair, relishing in the warm gooey tastiness that was freshly backed chocolate chip cookies. "Shlow whah haas-" Sans stopped himself and swallowed the rest of the cookie. "So what was this thing you wanted me to find?"

"My crystal ball."

Sans raised his "eyebrow" in response.

She cackled a little, responding with a smile, "Yes I know what you're thinking, 'really? A crystal ball? She lost something that clichéd?' and yes, yes I did. But it's still a necessary part of my daily life."

He laughed shrugging, "Yeah, you caught me. But hey if I'm finding this thing you'll have to tell me where you last saw it." He said, getting his favorite red beverage out of his jacket.

"Oh, of course. I believe that when it was last with me, I was at my bench by the local gang's manor."

Sans almost did a spit-take, just barely holding it all in. "Local Gang?"

"Eh, the appreciate my work. You'd be surprised how hospitable they are towards me."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"They live just up the mountain. That's the reason I sent the job out you see, I hurt my back on my way down. Otherwise I would get it myself."

"Sorry, hopefully you'll feel better soon."

"Yeah."

"… Well I guess I'll be off to go get your thing for you. Just up the path towards the mountain?"

"Yup, you can't miss it."

"Thanks, I'll be right back. See you."


Papyrus continued his patrol route, currently going by some stalls still set up over the night. He peeked inside one of them, glad that all of them had their products neatly safe inside tamper proof boxes and crates. Of course, they still relied on him to make sure that they wouldn't get stolen. He suddenly recoiled, getting a bright dose of the setting sun in his eyes. It didn't actually hurt, he was wearing sun glasses… he just did it for dramatic effect.

He looked at the building that was hiding him in its shade beforehand, noticing it was the clock tower. He looked over his shades, squinting to see the time. Ten fifteen, right around the time he should be getting to this point. Good, he was on schedule. Setting off again, he rounded the corner, moving towards the merchant guild, Love and Lucky, the place next to the security office he was currently employed at. The merchant guild had asked it for help on this shipment, as it contained several high priced lacrima being sold at an auction later in the week.

Taking a turn into the security building, Papyrus closed the door behind him. He kept walking to the office with the food and beverages. It was the break room, and it had a small oven, almost reacting to his presence, knowing that he had food that needed cooking.

Papyrus posed, pointing towards the oven, "PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY COOKING! FOR YOU SEE THIS SHALL BE THE MOST CHALLENGING CHALLENG YOU SHALL EVER BE PUT THROUGH! COOKING MY SPAGHETTI! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Undyne said it was normal if he shouted a monologue when he cooked, and he had to agree. It was always nice to shout all of his feelings at the meal, in turn making it tastier. "Emotion Spaghetti" was the meal he made when he did, somehow even more delicious than normal spaghetti. Looking under the covers he found some pots and pans and placed them on the oven. He shuffled through the kitchen, finding the things he would need, and placed them next to the counter.

He filled one pot with water and heated it up, moving on to the pan meant for the meat and spaghetti sauce. He placed the ingredients in, cooking them while stirring. When they got to a good color, he put the lid on and turned down the heat. He looked at the pot that heating up the water, at a boiling point. He put in a package of noodles, and took a step back from the oven, placing his hands on his hips.

"GOOD, THIS MEANS I COULD CHECK THE RUNESTONES WHILE IT BOILS!" He spoke to no one in particular. He went across the hall into the room with the stones, picking them up. Each time he picks one up he gets a glimpse at a place in the market. It could be behind a store, down an alley, in front of a store, anything. He checked them all in a sequence, and there were 25 of them total, enough for his noodles to be cooked by the time he was done.

He was on the 23rd one, the view in front of the clock tower, and he saw a little girl standing in the middle of the street, hands cupped over their mouth-shouting something. After a bit the girl sat down on a bench, hands in her eyes as she trembled. She was crying, probably because she was lost and couldn't find someone. He had to help her right away!

"I'M COMING HUMAN!" He shouted, dashing out of the office and towards the clock tower. Thankfully it wasn't far away, barely 30 seconds. As he approached he saw the girl, he slowed down to a walk. He stepped towards the girl and knelt down in front of her. She looked at him with red eyes, still sniffling.

I broke his heart seeing the girl like this, so he shuffled through his sleeve, looking for something he would only ever use on occasions like this.

"Nice-Cream? You seem sad." he said, offering a blue Popsicle to them.

She sniffled, and hesitantly took the ice cream from him. She looked down at it, in doubt, or just maybe confusion.

Papyrus sat down next to her, and had one himself. "I'm a security person if you need any help with finding anyone." Her eyes perked up at this, grasping onto the only hope she had.

Papyrus grinned and stood up, offering his hand.

"FOLLOW ME, SMALL HUM-UH-CHILD!"


*Knowing that you did your best serving everyone, you're filled with determination.

Frisk slumped down in a chair sighing. They were on break, and another employee took their place. They did do a seven hour shift doing every job. They were practically worked down to the bone. I know you accidentally end up in skeleton pun mode when you're tired, but stop. Sorry about that. I guess you're in a deadly serious mode right now…

Ok, I have to admit, that was pretty good. You know it! Up top!

*You felt a small force push on your hand as you raised it in the air.

Yeah! That's right! My sense of humor knows no bounds! None can defy me! Oh ha, ha. Very funny. Now stop posing on top of the table.

Well at least I have you to keep me company. Frisk looked towards the windowsill, a sleeping Flowey in its corner, getting the last rays of sunlight for the day. They thought for a bit on what they could do till they were tired enough for sleep. They brought a book about Fiore and all of its monster/human like creatures. There were actually quite a few, although most of them talked about things like dragon slayer and takeover magic users being "able to turn into monsters." It was true, but that wasn't what they were exactly looking for.

Frisk picked up the book and looked at the plain leather cover. They were looking for monsters that lived with humans. Or Humans that were monsters. Really anything that would be a sign that they might be accepted into society easily, anything that might be something helpful… so far, nothing but just conformation that werewolves and vampires were in this world. That was something that neither humans nor monsters could confirm back in R. Ebott, so that's a plus. Thank god that there's not an Earthland equivalent of Twilight.

Frisk set the book down, not in the mood to read any further than they had on the way here. They might read more of it on the way home tomorrow, but for right now, dinner awaited. Sweet, sweet dinner. With chocolate? Yes Chara, with chocolate. Score!

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Frisk patted their belly; the dinner had been filling, scrumptious, and delicious. They also wanted to get some sleep for the early morning tomorrow, and they were feeling just a small bit sleepy from dinner. So they lay down along the length of the couch, closing their eyes… Yeah, no. You know you're not gonna get any sleep. Yeah, I know. But I had to at least try. Frisk sat up, thinking of something to do to pass the time. They stretched, working some of the strain out of their muscles, foot hitting something.

Looking down, they saw their phone barely sticking out of their backpack. Bingo! Let's call Sans!

*(Ring, ring…)

"Hey kid, how's it going?"

"It's going great! You?"

"Oh you know, just-whoa-normal stuff."

"You alright there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Oh uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't your job force you into cooking and serving stuff? Like a lot of it?"

"Your right, but it wasn't too bad though. Most of the customers were really nice."

"So you didn't have a bad thyme?"

Frisk couldn't help it. That was one he hadn't used before. They dropped the phone as they laughed so hard their sides hurt.

(Distant, staticy clang)

Frisk picked the phone back up, mentally preparing for any other puns that might come their way. "So uh, how's the job coming along?"

"It's uh, been interesting."

(Two staticy tinks)

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh, just some workers in the forge."

"Huh, what are you doing there?"

"I'm just passin' by, I'm actually headed towards the market for something that I saw. Might be a go-HOOD souvenir. Sorry, someone's almost crashed into me."

"Well sounds like a hectic town. Well I'll let you go, sounds like you'll be busy."

"Oh, well, see ya kid. Love ya, sleep tight."

"Love you too, good night." Frisk said as they placed their thumb over the hang up button.

(Click)

Yeah, he might be hiding something. No shit Sherlock.


Sans ran from the gang manor that was throwing every type of magic at him. Fire, ice, wood, spears, arrows, it could've been anything. He really could care less what type it was, he just knew it was coming towards him. What was surprising is that he was doing this of his own volition.

One hour ago

Sans walked through the halls of the manor he was sent to, heading towards the head honcho of the whole shebang. He turned in the directions that he was told, very surprised at how much clearance he got by simply saying "Mary sent me." Like seriously, that old woman has that much of an effect here? The answer was yes, yes she did. Apparently the gang leader was keeping the Crystal ball safe and sound for her. He didn't know why they were, he just knew that they were.

"This way." Said the guy that was leading Sans to the Leader's office. He just turned around another corner, leading into a hallway decked wall to wall with portraits of officials-probably previous gang leaders. "It's not too much farther from here."

"Thanks." He replied, looking upon one of the portraits that passed him by. It looked like one of those goofy revolutionary outfits with frills everywhere and a really wide brimmed hat that basically would've protected them from any UV rays. Hell, it even had a pink feather coming out of the top. The dude himself was posing dramatically on a barrel, pointing his Rapier just to the left of the viewer. Great piece of art all said and told. The rest of the paintings were of many differently shaped people in the same getup, posing in different ways.

Sans bumped into the back of the dude that was guiding him, "It is here." He said, not much other than a glance as he turned around and walked away. Sans looked at the office door, surprised that it was so giant. These doors could fit a throne room and not look like they were too small. They could probably fit two Asgores on top of each other without any issue, and that dude was gigantic. Surprisingly, they were rather easy to open; he only had to press his hand against the door to push it ajar.

The room itself was set in a dim, slightly orange light coming from a large fire place on the left of the room. Every piece of furniture had a dark shade of wood as a base with some red velvet somewhere on it. Even the mugs set on the table. The "big man" himself was sitting in a large chair that was taller than him by like three feet. He was the epitome of a dwarf, short, well defined muscles, and a MASSIVE amount of facial hair. You couldn't see his face that was how thick his eyebrows were.

"Hello there." He said with a deep, hearty voice that belayed a certain kindness.

"Sup."

"So why are you here exactly?"

"Oh, Mary sent me to get her crystal ball. She hurt her back on the way down last time."

The man instantly became ten times less bruiting, laughing, "Oh now, well I guess that's why everyone let you through. Come on in sit down." He got up and disappeared behind his desk, "So Mary has some back trouble again eh? Well I guess if she sent you I should give this to you." Coming around the corner of the desk, he held a glowing blue sphere."

"I gotta say that this was not what I was expecting from you guys. After Mary told me you guys were a gang I was super confused."

"Oh I get that a lot. We're not really what would be considered a gang. We're more of a group of people that work up in the mountains that call themselves a gang."

Sans laughed, comfortable in the presence of this man.

"Sit down; let me get you a beverage."

"Sweet, but I got myself something already." He said reaching into his jacket for a familiar red condiment. "So what's your name?"

"Arthur Kindle. Fiery as the last name implies."

"Sans."

"Sans…?"

"Just Sans."

"Alright then." He plopped down on a seat opposite of him, with his own beverage spilling out of a giant beer stein, "So what brings you on this little job?"

"You know she sent out a job to guilds?"

"Oh this isn't the first time Mary's done this. But why did you pick this job?"

"Oh," Sans thought for a second, "I guess you could say it was the reward, or the fact that it was basically thrust into my hands by my friend."

"Who're they?"

"Undyne, I think you'd like her. Really energetic and dramatic, fights a lot too. She planned this race between this little group of ours, and the first one that got back to the guild gets a prize."

"What's the prize?"

"Don't know."

"Well then why are you going on this whole quest?"

"She gives some darn good presents. But I'm not really one to put much effort into these types of things." Sans glanced at Arthur as he sipped his beverage, still intent on listening. "I'm working on this little project, and I was wondering if I could get any insight from Mary. I'm sort of stuck on how to get it up and running faster."

"Ah, so she's offering some 'insight' for this job. You're lucky; this is the first time she's done this in years."

"Really? I thought she was a fortune teller."

"Yeah she is, it just has different degrees of fortune telling. What she does with people that come to her stall is a sort of short term fortune. Like anything that comes within the next week or so. You're getting a prophecy."

"Uhh, what?"

"Yeah, her crystal ball sort of stores magic throughout the years, and when it has enough it can call a prophecy."

"Uhh. Okay then."

"But there's a test that I specifically like to put these people through."

"Test?"

"Ehh, its more of a test for my equipment than you. I have to run a sort of diagnostic on my manor every few years as well, and the only way I can test it safely is against people that are one hundred percent guaranteed to get back down."

"So it's dangerous."

"Oh yeah, most defiantly… but I know you'll do fine. There's a lot of magic in you." He got up from is seat and walked out of the door to his office. "Here, I'll show you the way to back to the door; it can be quite the maze."

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"So uh, any tips? By the way I still have no clue what you have planned."

"You're not supposed to. I don't want to ruin the surprise now do I?" He shuffled in his pocket and pulled out a small folded note, "Open this when you get to the bottom."

"… And tips?"

Arthur stepped behind Sans and pushed him off of his porch, "RUN!"

And thus started an endless rain of magic and various weapons descending on Sans's decent on the mountain. He had to say that he was dodging everything with ease, but he still had to put forth the effort to do so. He interrupted with a little buzz in his pocket, his phone.

*(Ring, ring…)

"Hey kid, how's it going?"

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Sans got to the bottom of the mountain, still some stuff landing behind him with some light thunks or sputters. He was really tired, something that he hoped Mary's cookies could fix. He reached into his pocket for the little note Arthur gave him.

Made it down eh? Well this is gonna be short, but I want to tell you that you can visit me or any of the members of my gang any time.

Well alright then. I guess that's that.


Authors note

Okay, so I guess I want to say some things. First off, sorry for getting this out so late. I was lazy, and I was thinking about the future of this series. I'm a little bit discouraged at continuing the series, as Fairy Tail is a fucking MASSIVE anime. With no foreseeable end in sight, I'll probably end the series in a bit and start a different Fanfiction that I'll plan better. I just don't have the patience to prolong this series for such a long time. However, this does not mean I'll end it right now. I'm just going to be a little slower with updates.

Now that that's done, thank you all for giving this fanfiction so much support. It means so much to me every time someone reviews my work and gives me tip and little nods towards some jokes I made. Seriously, you guys are the best.

Now I'm going to sleep.