#more pets

Sans was sitting at the table in his room, pencil in hand, lost eyes and thousands of thoughts in his head. His two new pets were sleeping on a makeshift bed that Sans had made with old sheets and a couple of cushions covered and placed on the sides so that the pets could sleep as they wanted. He could have given them more comfort by giving them the old sheets from when he was a young (and great) skeleton, however NOBODY was going to touch his blankets of cars and rockets . They were well guarded in a place where nobody could ever find them ... That is, under his pillow. At the moment the slaves did not seem to complain about their new home, the dog was asleep with his tongue out while the rabbit used the dog as a bed.

 As long as they did not bother him, Sans could keep thinking ... Food. Bed. Medicines. Entertainment. It is true that Sans never had pets (except for his brother, of course), it was difficult for him to understand what they required to live. He was very new to that, but he was so hollow-headed that he was not going to allow two lives as simple and minor as those two to be finished. Now they belonged to him. Therefore, he had to show that he was the best at taking care of any two animals. Although for many, belonging to Sans was a torture rather than a blessing ... The small skeleton did not see it that way. He was so proud that he was even capable of facing himself in order to win.

 And that meant facing a whole town that was looking for EXP easily and for free.

 Look, another problem to add to the list: security.

 He had to write it, noticing then that his pencil had the end too bitten because of Sans thinking about his things while his hyperactivity was out of control. He growled, dropping his pencil, thinking of possibilities while looking at the ceiling. Should be easy to take care of animals, however it was not. If he already had to deal with a useless brother, two slaves would be more of the same. But at least these did not leave underwear on the floor, nor did the house smell of tobacco (and other things). Although it should be noted that his room smelled like a wet dog because he had recently been bathed, and since they did not have a hair dryer because they were skeletons, Sans put a warm blanket on the animals, changing them every so often so they would not get sick. He seemed to have done well ... But that led to discover that the dog was VERY thin, and his fur hid it masterfully. Therefore the word food was underlined, because the dog needed to eat more. And because of that, he did not cut the dog’s hair, to keep hiding that thinness, and keep it warm in his home.

 It was very good to think about that, but now he had to consider how to get everything he needed. Maybe in some store ...? But would there be things for pets? He had no idea. But staying still was not going to solve anything. And he hated sitting for a long time. So after deciding that it was time to go for a walk around Snowdin, he proceeded to get up. Hopefully the store near his house would be open. After taking his gloves and his scarf he gave one last look at the pets. They were asleep. If they were blind in the right eye, he would ensure that they were his brother's children, just as lazy ...

 -I'LL BE OUT FOR A WHILE. YOU ARE GOING TO STAY IN THE HALL WITH MY BROTHER. YOU'RE GOING TO BE GOOD OR I WILL TAKE YOU TO PAPYRUS’ ROOM.

 He obviously threatened to go to the most disgusting room in the house: his brother's. Or at least for Sans, of course. The thing is that he took the slaves in his arms, which only one complained, clearly the rabbit, while the dog took that as an invitation to the affection that ended in an unwanted lick in the face of the skeleton, who almost threw the pets to the ground for that.

 -DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN. IT'S DISGUSTING.

 He said, since it was well known that this skeleton did not appreciate affection. The dog just lowered its head, to which the rodent ended up grumbling. He did not seem to like anything , or rather nothing that had to do with giving the dog a goose bump.

 Ignoring that, Sans went down to the living room, carefully so that his pets did not have an unfortunate fall, being warned by his brother, who watched television in his underwear AGAIN. Disgusting useless.

 -YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THESE TWO WHILE I GO OUT. IT WILL BE SHORT.

 -no thanks.

 -I WAS NOT ASKING.

 - being both an obligation and a request, i refuse. they are not my pets, i already said it. and soon you'll get tired of them, i do not care what happens to them.

 Papyrus kept being A BIT negative with the theme of pets. For him they were only more expenses for the house. As if there were not enough already. But unfortunately Sans had a complex of spoiled even when Papyrus few things gave him in his life, so when he left the animals on the floor, next to the couch, he kept talking.

 -I'll NOT GET TIRED OF THEM, NOW THEY ARE OF MY PROPERTY, AND I HAVE MANY PLANS FOR THOSE TWO. SO JUST TRY NOT TO LET THEM DIE OR BREAK SOMETHING. AS WELL AS YOU WATCH TELEVISION ALL DAY WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING YOU CAN AND WILL LOOK AT TWO ANIMALS. THEY ARE EXHAUSTED SO THEY WILL SLEEP FOR A LONG TIME.

 -obviusly, you've bathed them.

 Papyrus hated the bathrooms. His foul odor was a clear warning of that. Sans narrowed his eyes, but once he checked in a quick glance that nothing in the house could be an escape for the animals, he let it be.

 - STOP CRYING LIKE A BABY FOR EVERYTHING. I WILL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING.

 -pffft, it's you who cries for everything and for nothing in reality.

 Whispered Papyrus to himself. Sans put his hands in jar position.

 -WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

 -yeeeees, i'll be watching them. but if i fall asleep it's not my problem.

 -WELL, AT LEAST YOU HAVE TWO NEW COMPANIONS THAT SLEEP LIKE YOU. THE LAZY FAMILY.

 Although Sans had planned to train that dog to become the most fearsome of all the underground. It would be so strong that no one would dare to question Sans! Clearly that was something he dreamed, not that it was going to become real.

 Once the small skeleton made sure that everything was in order he proceeded to leave the house, facing the cruel snow of Snowdin who welcomed the flogging skeleton clothes, seeking to freeze him, but being a skeleton couldn’t. The skeleton closed the door, looking both ways to make sure there was nothing suspicious nearby. Nothing. Everything was quiet, or at least what was considered as quiet in that world, which was basically no wild revolt.

 He made his way to the nearest store there was: Doggo's house. He arrived at the shop shortly after walking, where he opened the door slamming it with his chest inflated and superior, as he always did to attract attention. He liked to make impactful entrances ... Ironic considering his height, but if someone came to comment on that, Sans ended up killing the subject who dared to say that.

 -Ugh, you again?

 Doggo said, lowering the magazine that he had to keep in constant motion to read, while smoking a bone for dogs. How was he able to smoke a bone? Magic. But Sans, just seeing the dog, smiled victoriously, because he realized that there he had answers for many questions that had been formulating at home. Doggo narrowed his eyes, watching Sans always move as he watched what the store offered. All under a yellow plastic to not be stolen without the dog noticing, of course. But the dog suspected the skeleton for other reasons.

 -I paid my taxes two days ago. I have ... five left?

 He said raising an eyebrow. The client shook his head.

 -I’M HERE TO ASK QUESTIONS.

 That, in that world, was never good news.

 - Come now ... I'm not a snitch. I'm sorry but from this snout I'm not going to drop any bones.

 Distrustful as always. Sans let him be.

 -YES. I KNOW IT VERY WELL. BUT I WANT TO ASK YOU THINGS ABOUT YOU ... AS A DOG. YOU KNOW.

 -Explain yourself.

 -WHAT DO YOU EAT BEING A DOG?

 -Things of dogs. Anything else?

 Sans clenched a fist at that answer SO OBVIOUS. But he had to restrain himself. For his sake and for that of the pet.

 -THIS IS ... TOO OBVIOUS. AND I NEED TO KNOW SOMETHING MORE SPECIFIC. MEAT, VEGETABLES, FRUITS. THOSE THINGS.

 -Are you going to manage what we eat? Are you so desperate to control us that you even resort to food? To another dog with that bone.

 -NO, NOTHING OF THAT. THIS CONVERSATION IS CONFIDENTIAL. I ONLY NEED TO KNOW IT FOR PERSONAL REASONS.

 Doggo smiled wickedly, moving his smoked bone to the other side of his mouth, leaving the magazine to focus directly on Sans, leaning forward to see it better.

 - Do you have a kidnapped dog or something? Come on, say it, I'll be a good boy and I will not tell anyone. I just want to entertain myself with something.

 Sans did not know how to continue. That dog longed to have a valid explanation about the reason for the questions. And staying a few seconds still, thinking, in the end he had to resort to a plan that he hated with all his soul, but seeing the circumstances there was no other choice ...

 "YOU DO IT FOR THE DOG, GREAT, MAGNIFICENT AND TERRORIFIC SANS. AS SOON AS YOU DO IT, THE BETTER ".

 The skeleton inhaled deeply, closing his eyes ... And then he raised a hand quickly, directing it towards the dog, who raised his eyebrows alerted, thinking that he was going to attack him. The fight was about to begin ...

 But the victory was clear from the beginning. Well, Sans did caress the dog. A few caresses with the tip of his bony fingers on the head of the dog, which only remained with eyes wide open for a few seconds, but as Sans caressed, the dog leaned towards those affections that were his great weakness. Slowly the dog was looking for the perfect position to be scratched: with the head lying on its objects to sell and with the skull to the side, allowing Sans to reach the ears, the neck, and so, slowly but surely the skeleton knew that already there would be no questions, no suspicion.

 The loyalty of that dog was easily earned with pampering.

 - WHAT DO DOGS EAT?

 -Hmmmeat ... Fi-fis... (uh, there, there, ahhh ~~~ yes ...) Fish ... Hmmm ~ rice too ...

 -ANYTHING ELSE?

 -We like ... carrots ... pears ... grrr, bananas ...

 - AND WHAT YOU CAN NOT EAT UNDER ANY CONCEPT?

 -Grrrapes, Can ~ dy, choco-chocolate ... Beer less! But I take it anyway hehehe ... Onions, garlic ...

 -GOOD GUY.

 - Very good b-boy?

 - VERY GOOD, NO DOUBT. AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO BE ENTERTAINED?

 -Bite things. Ropes in ssspecial ... Pursue others ... But that changes ac-according to the doooog. I love caresses, I love them! I love them with all my being! Give me more!

 Although that seemed reasonable, Sans did not seem to believe that the dog adopted was just to run, but to receive affection from the one who appreciated. During the short time he had him, he had dedicated himself to being in a corner with the rabbit, little else. Maybe because of fear? Who knows. He should find out eventually.

 -AND HOW DO YOU BATH? CAN YOU AVOID THAT ODOR TO WET DOG IF YOU DID BATH?

 -Sham-p-p-oooo special for dogs, I sell here some ev-ven ... And no! I hate fragrance, I never use them!

 While they talked, the dog had changed position, and literally on the table, he was turning around so that the other monster would scratch his belly. It would be fun if Sans was not solely focused on his goal of obtaining information and memorizing it.

 -MEDICINES? WHAT OF THEM?

 -Undyne, the scientiiific (owowowow so good ...) gives them to us. But they are very expensive.

 -LAST QUESTION. BED?

 -That depends on the dog a-again ... I sleep in a basket! I like baskets. I can bite while I sleep. It is nice. Like this…

 Then Sans stopped, feeling somehow a prostitute for having cared a dog that had enjoyed it too much, so much that he was still in the posture, in such a stupor of pleasure that he was not able to react. Sans wiped his hand with his pants, taking out some coins from his pocket to take two shampoos, depositing the money on the table next to the pooch. He could have stolen it, but he had honor ... Or he thought he had it after what happened.

 -THANKS FOR YOUR HELP. YOU'VE BEEN A GOOD DOG. SO, UNTIL NEXT TIME.

 The dog just wagged his tail in the middle of his enjoyment, without even articulating more words. Sans left the store with the two shampoos under his arm. He had everything he needed practically except for the medicines, which he would surely ask Papyrus to take care of that. He hated having to deal with Undyne, because she somehow put him on nerves ... And something had to be done by his useless brother.

 Thinking that his mission had been a total success, and anxious to erase unpleasant memories of his mind, he went to complete the second mission he had pending: to discover information about rabbits. Luckily that was as easy as talking to the royal guards, who were precisely rabbits, and as he considered himself the leader he could get information right away. Of them or Alphys. It was easy and simple. So, feeling his near victory, he headed towards the surveillance posts, ready to obtain information without doubt ...

 But better without having to resort to the physical. For the sake of your mental health

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 Papyrus was lying on the couch, watching television half-lying, one leg in the air and the other leaning on the sofa, his hands behind his head so he could be comfortable watching the television programs, which were mostly trash, but the skeleton just looked for something to keep his eyes and ignore his mind, which always tried to remember all the problems that happened in his life, but mainly in his home.

 In a world immersed in shit like that, the only good thing he had was to keep it at shore ... And even if it was ironic, that only thing of value that he had was his brother. The tall skeleton knew well that his brother was spoiled, impatient and demanding, perhaps even bordering on the psychopath considering his constant need to be above others, to the point of physically hurting. But for Papyrus he was still just a whimsical child ... Well, that's how he had raised him, and he had to endure it until his brother matured. Which he saw impossible. And that always led to his brother committing certain crazy things that the elder brother had to deal with from the shadows without anyone knowing. Maybe that's why everything tasted bitter, everything was lazy throughout the day, because he always had to pick up the shit his brother left behind. And since Sans was very Sans, that was constantly happening.

 In those moments his new adventure included two pets to which he was sure he had brought by force. Purpose? Neither did he know it. He supposed it was a whim like that of wearing armor, an idea taken from a comic book they found in the Waterfall dump looking for things for the house. And, of course, Papyrus now had to take care of those two pets, which he looked at from the corner of his eye from time to time, checking that they had been placed under the table almost broken, without stopping sleeping, or apparently sleeping ...

 Papyrus snorted, sinking deeper into the sofa, which had some broken springs and it showed.

 -i suppose that in a few days i'll have to leave you in the woods, when sans tires of you ... as always.

 He said out loud, rolling the light that was his only functional eye. The other stopped emitting light a long time ago, the reasons were unknown and only the most twisted part of Papyrus's past knew it.

 -until then we are going to have to live together as best as possible. if you want to survive my brother, of course.

 Papyrus already assumed that his brother would throw them away when he got bored, or when they tried to impose him and ended up killing them for insubordination, any possibility was viable. The animals, however, barely noticed, just moving a little in the safe place they had found. But even if Papyrus did a lot of speculation, he did not know how much his brother was trying to keep the pets.

 A little more time passed, with the television showing programs to each more stupid, until Papyrus was a little hungry. To be a skeleton without organs tended to suffer hunger every time, especially if it did not ingest anything magical with what to recover energy. Even skeletons needed to eat ... And when was the last time he ate something? Three days ago? He was so lazy to eat that he could even die of hunger to avoid having to move around a lot, speaking metaphorically, of course.

 Mumbling, he surrendered to the demand of his body, and ended up getting up to go to the kitchen, because he had little magic and he could tell by how his eye did not let him see all that well. He hated having to feed, it was tedious and fucking expensive. At least for a selfish rat like him. But he had to do it. If he left Sans alone in that world, he could never forgive himself. He was the reason why his bones remained united, although he never told his brother and he was always apathetic ...

 When he reached the kitchen he opened the fridge, scratching his tailbone as he knew, observing the little food inside. To save food they always bought what they needed every day, so there was only the essential in the house ... Which did not work. But as always, Sans left a plate of food in the refrigerator covered in clear plastic for when Papyrus deigned to eat. As many times that did not happen, at the end his brother finished having dinner, which was to kill two birds with one stone ...

 Speaking of killing things. When he opened the refrigerator, two heads peered into the kitchen. The rabbit and the dog stared at the skeleton, noticing smells that interested them very quickly. Papyrus noticed that, so he looked at them out of the corner of his eye as he was leaning in the fridge, seeing that dish so supremely appetizing.

 - are you hungry? i could give you something ... hopefully you will get fat and you will be a good feast for when he want to get rid of you.

 He said in a chillingly cold tone, chuckling at his little dark joke. Although for him that was going to be a very close reality. And the idea of eating rodent or dog ... It was tempting. It was meat after all, and when hunger lurked even a rock seemed appetizing. The animals however were not aggressive, just kept staring. The dog sticking out its tongue and the rabbit with half-closed eyes ... But due to the position they were in, Papyrus could assure that the rodent was on top of the dog, as if it were his personal horse. Strange. But he didn’t care.

 -Well, let's see what we have for you that is not harmful ...

 Papyrus, due to his visits to Undyne's laboratory, knew what some creatures ate and what they did not eat. Basically because among the many dirty jobs he had, some were to feed the ... "guests" of Undyne. And the possibility that they were two pets that fled from Undyne's laboratory went through the head of the tall skeleton several times. However, he was not going to deliver them to the scientist. Dying at the hands of skeletons would be better than dying at the hands of a scientist with serious moral problems. It was more dignified, and certainly less painful. Although with a good financial compensation ...

 The question was that Sans could have gathered information in a quick and simple way, which was asking his brother, but Papyrus never showed signs of knowing about those things. If he did not even know how to take care of himself, how the hell would he know how to take care of others? It was easy to think like that. And Sans sinned not to ask his brother, who would also have offered to help, but if his brother got things for himself he was in a better mood, and that was good, both for his self-esteem and Papyrus's migraines.

 The skeleton took Sans's plate out of the fridge. Stuffed burritos. For a long time he did them with everything he found, and with everything it means EVERYTHING. Earth, stones, flowers ... Once he even dared to bring garbage. After several days of unstable magic due to the intoxication with magical food, Sans learned to take care of what he was taking, and little by little he learned to cook better ... Although burritos were the only dish they managed to make. And since the vegetables were much cheaper than the meat, there was a plate of burritos with crushed vegetables and homemade salsa ready to be heated and eaten. Vegetables ... That was good. Not for him, of course.

 - In short, with this you can survive, I guess.

 The skeleton said, taking out the plate with no intention to heat it. It did not matter if it was hot or not, but the pets could feel dislike of the hot, so he decided to remove the clear plastic and go to the living room, where it was forbidden to eat but it did not care. The animals - actually the dog - followed him attentively, raising their snout, and in the case of the dog, wagging his tail slightly happy. Papyrus sat down, opening the burrito to see the food inside. And they were precisely perfect for pets.

 -lool, if poverty sometimes brings something good, hahaha.

 Mocking his own situation with acid humor, he took a first bite to check that it was good. A bit hard, because Sans had to perfect things, but it was edible. It was not considered a delicacy but it could be eaten.

 -u arg lugy gag gis is ogay.

 He was never a skeleton of refined manners, so after swallowing, he took out a piece of vegetables for each pet, throwing them to the ground where they were supposed to catch it. First the rabbit, which picked the food carefully, sniffing it and then proceeding to give small bites, distrustful, but in the end sure that it was good. Papyrus raised an eyebrow at that attitude. Maybe they tried to poison them some time? The dog in turn wanted to accept food by opening its jaws, however, seeing that it fell to the ground whimpered a bit, but ended up having to take it directly from the ground. After a few seconds of tasting he looked at the dog and made a strange gesture with his head. The dog then accepted the piece of vegetables, so happy that even his tail swept the ground gently. Papyrus narrowed his eyes with a drop falling on his forehead. Was it his impression or had the dog asked for permission ...?

 He shook his head, ignoring that fact, thinking they were just mere pets. Simple extra expenses for the house.

 The animals took very little time to eat, practically once they found that it was in a decent state (not extremely fresh but edible) they gave only two pieces to eat it. The dog seemed happy with that, but the rabbit ... The rodent continued to stare at Papyrus, who had already taken another bite of his burrito. As he felt the constant pressure of being watched, he directed his gaze to the rabbit's, which rose on its two legs sniffing.

 -do you want more?

 The rodent did not respond, it was obvious that he was not going to do it. It was an animal.

 - well, pay the rent.

 And he kept eating, watching TV almost on the verge of falling apart.

 The rabbit, seeing that the food was disappearing, looked at his companion, who returned his gaze moving his tail happier than usual. The white-furred animal made a gesture, a simple tug at his own ear, and the dog instantly responded by tilting his head. The rabbit continued to incite the dog to do strange things, catching Papyrus' attention just as the dog was already lying on the ground with his belly directed at the ceiling. The skeleton raised its eyebrow, thinking that innocently it wanted to play. Would he have to bother stroking his gut ...? It was not within his duties dictated by Sans. However, the dog insisted much more, staring at the rodent and the skeleton, looking desperate for affection.

 -i wish you knew how to play dead ...

 He whispered as he sighed, bending down so that this heavy dog would stop doing stupid things. He scratched a few seconds the dog's gut, with the plate still holding a couple of pieces that were missing the skeleton to eat. The dog moved its paw, twisting in taste, in such complete pleasure that it even closed its eyes with its tongue half out on one side. Papyrus rethought if that really gave him so much pleasure. But it was a can. Doggo had to have an insane taste for receiving cares ... And while scratching it he noticed the extreme thinness of the dog, which surprised the monster. Up to what levels of famine should a creature arrive to end up like this ...? It was similar to Papyrus, only that the bones could be seen from the skeleton due to its skeletal monster condition, but no creature should be like that animal ...

 -heh, I think we're both in the bones.

 But as soon as he released that joke he realized that he had let down his guard for a few seconds, which was strictly forbidden in that world. He left the caresses suddenly, leaving the dog in the same position, dazed and craving more. The monster did not say anything else about it, watching television.

 "if you love someone, it will hurt more when you lose it," he told himself daily. To avoid those harmful feelings, he turned to alcohol and ignored them for long hours. He was good at running away from his own feelings. So he decided to flee with the electronic device, ready to continue his burrito to end the meal, not caring that it was the same hand with which he caressed the dog ...

 But his fingers touched the plate directly, without finding any piece of food. The skeleton looked scared the plate, discovering that there was only a tiny piece of the burrito's wrapper. What the fu-

 Crunch, crunch.

 The lights of their basins were diverted to a corner, the one that was right next to the table, verifying that in it the rabbit was nibbling food with an air of tremendous pride. The rabbit, upon seeing it, laughed. LAUGHED PROUD. Papyrus could not believe it. But it was clear that he was not going to leave it like that.

 -damned elusive rat, give me my food!

 Pulling the plate to the sofa, he got up to go for the rodent. The aforementioned immediately placed almost all the food in his mouth, remaining with the inflated cheeks, proceeding to jump where he was going. Papyrus had not yet eaten well so his reserve of magic was low, forcing him to have to move to catch the elusive animal, which instantly went near the walls to hide behind the few objects that the house kept in a more deteriorated that decent.

 - come here, scum!

 But the rabbit decided to play with him, jumping then by the TV cabinet, the table, a bedside table, the couch, without changing rooms ... He was mocking the skeleton and both knew it very well. While the dog observed that lying on the ground, fun, the police and the thief began to break everything in the house looking for each his own goal. Papyrus tried to catch the rabbit as well as he could, but the animal was too cunning, so much that he even put objects in the middle so that the skeleton would stumble.

 -i'll catch you, i'll hang you with the rope!

 He said, tired of the situation, however during that long time of search and capture the skeleton gave a hug to the wall, his skull came in contact with various objects, and there was even a time when he tried to throw his arm to hit to the rabbit but in the end he ended up throwing his arm out the window. Papyrus then relived those moments when Sans was a baby and was running away with something in his mouth, having his brother to chase him for a long time until he found him asleep or demanding something else ...

 It was back in the old days, but now that bag of broken bones was not as patient as before.

 Nor so energetic.

 By the time Sans got home, he found the hall smashed, an exhausted Papyrus on the couch, and two pets on top of him watching television. It took several seconds for Sans to understand what had happened ... Although the final conclusion that clearly said that Papyrus had lost was present throughout the room.

 -WHAT ... THE HELL HAPPENED.

 - ... you have not brought pets ... you have brought two demons ...

 -PFFFT, TWO MERE PETS HAVE DEFEATED YOU? I BELIEVED YOU MORE INTELIGENT THAN THEM.

 -shut up, sans.

 But the minor skeleton found that very funny. In the end having brought the pets had been a good idea, just because they annoyed the useless of his brother. And even if he considered himself the only one with the power of that, he could allow those two to share such a funny hobby. And seeing how his brother was doing, the sacrifice was worth it.

 -ONE THING…

 He wanted to clarify before even ending that event. The small skeleton inhaled slowly, inflating his nonexistent lungs, while closing his eyes for a couple of seconds.

 -CLEAN THIS NOW GROUP OF GOOD FOR NOTHING !!!

 He shouted in such a way that the three pets of the house jumped off the couch, either because of the fright or by the force of the cry itself, falling inevitably from the couch, but without any injuries. It's true that Sans could laugh at that situation, but his house was a mess, and it would be better for those three to fix it, even if two of them did not even have thumbs to grab things.