The stout man clicked the heels of his shoes together, rose his left hand up lazily, and gave a half-hearted salute.

Roy raised a brow cynically.

"The left hand?"

"i'm left handed." The man offered the petty fact as a reason. Without much care, he shoved his hand back into his pants pocket. Roy let out an agitated huff. He shifted around the papers on his desk, muttering to himself and casting a curious glance or two at his new charge.

Finally he got a hold of the form he was looking for. It introduced the newcomer and offered a picture very similar to the image he could simply look at in person in front of him. Bandages covered his face almost entirely, only showing his…teeth and dark, dark eyes. Apparently the man suffered from an extreme case of lepper syndrome- a disease known for eating at flesh.

The man's posture left much to be questioned too. Slouched, his hands in his pockets, his feet practically making a straight line, spaced shoulder-length apart from underneath him. His hands were also covered in a thick pair of fur-lined gloves. Roy thought it was a bit too heavy for this weather. But then again, he had all his skin. The was also on the shorter side, probably not much taller than Edward. Which was incredibly short for a 30-something year old. He was also on the wider side, but that could be just because of his broad shoulders and short stature.

The man didn't seem to mind the time it took for Roy to respond. In fact, he seemed to be….falling asleep.

Roy rolled his eyes and took a look at the record.

Sans T. Skell

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: Major (State Alchemist)

Despite obvious physical limitations, has proven to be incredibly knowledgeable in alchemy. Until further directions, shall be placed under the supervision of Colonel Roy Mustang.

"So… Major Skell." Roy said, looking up from the paper. The man was fast asleep on his feet. Roy's eye twitched a little and he cleared his throat, then raised his voice. "MAJOR SKELL!"

"huh-what?" Sans stood upright and look around, yawned, and slouched again "well i guess i'm awake now."

Roy twitched. He could already tell this man was certainly going to be work. "You're a State Alchemist, correct? Did they issue you a codename?"

Sans shrugged "yep. 'the blue alchemist'."

"The Blue Alchemist?" Roy repeated, raising a brow. "Why?"

Sans shrugged again "because my go-to coat is blue."

Roy couldn't stop the annoyed groan from escaping him.

Sans replied with a low chuckle, a slight tilt of his head, and a wink "wow, you certainly blue it, huh?"

Another annoyed groan from Roy as he smacked his face against the desktop.

"wow. i certainly got the best superior to ask for, huh? so professional." Sans said with a shrug. Roy glowered at him.

"I sense a bit of sarcasm there." He growled.

"i'll be blunt then." Sans said "we both know why they assigned me to you. i'm useful enough they want to keep me around but not so useful that they're fine giving me to a possible traitor."

All sense of humor left suddenly. Roy narrowed his eyes "Whatever do you mean by that?" he reached under his desk and pulled on a glove. "Please, elaborate."

Sans's voice was void of all humor. "I mean I know what you're up to." A knowing wink "You want to overthrow the government. I know." His eyes darted to the side and his grin grew wider "And frankly, I want in."

…

"Nothing to say to that? Fine, I'll elaborate. You want to overthrow this government, I'll help you. But you have to throw in a little presidential act for me-"

"Or what?" Roy interrupted, his tone darkening at the threat. This man, Sans, clearly knew. Clearly had some sort of evidence. Clearly a threat. But also a potential asset. After all, Roy knew his tracks were very, very, well covered. For someone to be able to figure him out so easily….

Plus, there were too many variables. Sans could have already told someone, already leaked information. Now just here as a sort of spy. Then again, what would be his motives?

"I guess I won't hold anything against you." Sans shrugged "I just want your reassurance for one thing." His tone became oddly…dark "I want you to eliminate persecution."

Persecution. The bandages. A lepper-

Oh.

Roy relaxed a bit, not too much. Still ready to set the man in front of him on fire without a moment's notice. "That was in my initial plan to begin with." He said carefully.

"sweet." All weight suddenly left Sans's voice. He yawned loudly "welp. nice to be workin with ya, corn kernel."

Roy narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something

"i'm not gonna tell anyone. if i do, then i lose my best chance at this." He turned and began to exit the office but gave a brief glance over his shoulder "and if you're that worried, have your lieutenant shoot me."

He left before Roy could get another word in.

I'm just kinda leaving this here. Don't have much planned for it as of yet as this scene was just kinda floating around so I wrote it. If you want more, please say so. I'll start updating this as soon as my other Undertale Fic (Threads) is done.