#tyketale

So come and ask them any question. Find out how their world works!

Tyketale is a alternate universe of Undertale. Obviously. In it Sans lives with a small skeleton named Tyke. Tyke was once an orphan living on the streets, stealing food to survive. Until one day he was caught by a guard, or police officer, running. He ran straight into an unknowing Sans. As soon as Sans saw the frightened green eyes lights of the smaller skeleton, he felt the need to protect him. So without thinking, he claimed Tyke as his and Papyrus's younger brother, paying for what ever Tyke stole. Undyne was told of this And went to Sans and Tyke, informing them that she had to take Tyke to an orphanage due to him being underage with no real guardian. However sans wouldn't allow, saying that he would be Tykes Guardian and that was final. After that day, the two was stuck with each other. Despite being different, they found a way to get along, Tyke still loved to cause trouble. But Sans helped steer him back on the right track. While Tyke helped Sans let his inner child out. However, there are some darkness to the story. Sans and Papyrus no longer speak to each other. Despite wanting to once again get along and be the best of bros once again. Papyrus misses his big brother and tries everything to see him again, but with Sans always busy, it's hard to see him and when he does get the chance , Sans teleports away. Sans also misses his brother but believes he was holding Papyrus back and thinks it's best that they don't communicate, in hopes Papyrus is able to get everything he ever wanted. Tyke wants to help the two bros and tries his best to help Papyrus get some time with Sans. So they can talk. However it doesn't always goes as planned. ... What's even worse? Tyke remembers glimpse of the resets, but only resent ones. So on the good side, he is there for when Sans has nightmares and just needs someone to talk to. Another good thing, the kid can't fully reset. The kid can't reset into the underground before. But only can reset to a few days before Tyke and Sans met. Tyke: 12 when Sans and Tyke first meet but he does age alot. Likes to cause trouble, and likes to pull pranks, especially on Sans. His soul is green and his eyes lights are a light green. LOVES PIXY STICKS Sans: acts similar to UT Sans but is more responsible. Still loves ketchup and jokes. Did I mention ketchup? Papyrus: he grew up alot since him and Sans separated. But still has hope for a better future. ... (Here is some sin, Tyke and Sans does fall for each other. However, they don't get together till Tyke is 19. Also monster lives up till theyre 150 to 200 so sans is still rather young)

“Love ya, Sansy”

-Tyke is nineteen- "Achoo!!" Sans sneezed. Tyke winced as Sans went into a coughing fit afterwards. Sans had came down with the flu, and could barely leave his bed. Which wasn't new, but with the terrible symptoms of the flu. Tyke wouldn't have noticed if Sans didn't leave his room to use the bathroom a few days ago. "Jeeze, I think I saw a little brain with that one." Tyke said as he handed Sans a tissue. Sans snorted, which was not a good idea for it lead to more coughing, Tyke sighed as he stood up. "Are you sure you'll be okay while I run to the pharmacy?" "Tyke, I am in my thirties. I'll b-" Sans sneezed. "Be fine." Tyke frowned at Sans. Maybe he should call Miss Toriel. She might be able to help Sans more than he could. Asgore knows Tyke was only good at causing trouble. However, she might bring... Frisk with her. Tyke looked at Sans. Sans eye lights were fuzzy, more dark circles were under his eyes. His bones didn't look at bright and shiny as usual. Or maybe he could ask her to get the medicine. He didn't like the thought of leaving Sansy alone. Especially with Frisk. "I can call Miss Toriel to-" "Ty!" Sans flinched at the raised voice. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't need to worry." Sans reassured. Tyke wanted to believe Sans. He really did. But after the last reset, it was hard not to imagine the worse. Tyke, absentmindedly, checked Sans for reassurance. Sans LV: 1 HP: 2 AT: 1 DF:1 *He hates to see you worry. He loves you very much. Tyke sighed as he wiped away 'the dust in his eye socket'. He really wanted Sansy to get better. However, he didn't trust Frisk, and Miss Toriel would bring Frisk. So that left one option. "Fuck, okay. I'll be back in five minutes." Tyke leaned in and gave Sans a hesitant kiss on the forehead. A green flush spread across his cheeks as he stood up from he couch. "You better not fucking dust while I'm gone or I'll get Frisk to reset and I'll kick your lazy ass." Sans laughed at the threat. "I don't doubt it." Sans said. Tyke turned away from Sans and grabbed his hoodie, slipping it on. As he reached the door, he heard Sans coughing. Sounding worse then before. Tyke hesitated to grab the dorm knob. Turning back to look at Sans. Sans's eyes were closed as he laid down. Tyke glared and turned back to the door, grabbing the knob harshly and leaving the house. ... The pharmacy was cold, to cold half the time. Tyke stood in the flu medicine aisle. In honestly, he had no idea what to look for. He just knew Sans had the flu. Maybe he should have sent Toriel. "Fucking hell." There was some night time flu medicine. Day time medicine, medicine you are suppose to mix. How did you know which ones to mix to not make a poison? How was he suppose to get the right medicine and medicine combinations without accidently dusting Sansy? Tyke just grabbed some random ones, hoping the clerk could help him. As soon as he turned the corner, he bumped into someone, falling backwards and dropping the medicine in his hands. "Oh My! Tyke!? Is That You? I Am Really Sorry About That!" Tyke looked up to see that strange skeleton, The great Papyrus, standing over him. Oh greeeeeeat. Just what Tyke needed. Note the sarcasm. "Hi Papyrus." Tyke said as he stood up. It wasn't that he hated the guy. It's just everytime he asked Sansy about Papyrus, Sans would clam up and change the subject. Or ask him to not mention ever again. So whatever this guy did to Sans, wasn't ok. It wouldn't be a problem if Papyrus didn't ask how Sans was every time they ran into eachother. Or what sans was doing, if sans had a new hobbie, if sans ever got his messages, if Sans told any new jokes, if Sans is as lazy as ever, and it just gets sadder. "I'm fine. I should have been watching where I was going, but fucking hell, you are built like a wall." Papyrus's eye twitch at the fowl language. He didn't like curse words, especially coming from someone Tyke's age. "Yes, The Great Papyrus, Makes Sure He Is In Greeeeeeeeat Shape, So His Bones Are Rather Stronger Than Most." Papyrus bragged. Tyke felt like if this was an anime, a stray drop of sweat would be falling down his face at the moment. "So... Um... How's Sans?" Papyrus asked. All of the sudden looking extremely nervous. "Sansy is sick. I came to pick up some medicine for him." Tyke said as he walked around Papyrus. Before he could get completely around Papyrus, he felt Papryus grab his shoulders and turn him around. "WHAT!??" It was in that moment, Tyke knew, he fucked up. "SANS IS SICK!? HAS HE BEEN TO A DOCTOR!? IS IT HIS DEPRESSION? IS HE FALLING DOWN IS-" Tyke felt annoyance fill up his soul. This complete stranger practically has the nerve to act like he cares. If he really cared, he would have found Sans and talked to him. He would have been there. "Shut up!" Tyke growled. He yanked himself out of Papyrus's reach. Papyrus seemed to freeze in shock. "If you cared, you would have been there, instead of asking me! You don't need to act like you care! Sans doesn't need that! Cause I'm here! I'm his brother! Not you! So fuck off!" Tyke turned and marched off to the clerk. The clerk, who say the exchanged, hurried up and gave Tyke that right medicine. Tyke payed for it and left. ... Papyrus stood there still frozen. He felt like an ice bucket has been dumped on him. Sans replaced him with someone else. Papyrus felt like his soul could shatter. This is what he deserved right? He started the fight with Sans, and didn't try to stop Sans from leaving. He always assumed Sans would come back. That they would pretend in never happened. Like they always did. But this time proved to be different every day. After finding out Sans had a 'little brother' named Tyke, he felt like he lost his last chance to have Sans forgive him. He was to scared of talking to Sans, having Sans hate him, that he didn't do a thing, and now it was to late. Papyrus felt a sob wrench through his body, as he slid to the floor. Sitting there, with his head in his hands, as tears flowed down his cheeks. ... Tyke entered the house and closing the door quietly. Leaning against it as he sighed, what a trip. Emotionally, you know, if Tyke cared about that shit. He knew he probably was out of line. But with all the stress of collage, work, and Sans being sick, he couldn't take Papyrus pretending like he cared. If Sansy saw how he acted... He would be disappointed. Damn it! "Ty, is that you? Please be you and not a ghost. That last thing I need is Chara haunting me now." Came Sans weak voice. Tyke felt a smile form on his face. That bastard could even joke at a time like this. "So you didn't dust? Damn, and here I was hoping to collect on the insurance." Tyke said as he entered the living room. Sans let out a soft laugh. A cough following after it. "Jokes on you, I'm dirt broke. All you would get was a box full of puns." Tyke sat down next to sans and gave him some of the flu medicine, along with a cough drop. "So you would give me a pox?" Tyke asked. Sans eyes twinkled at him. He swallows the medicine, wincing at the after taste. "Or would it be called a bun?" Sans shook his head as he coughed. "Are you trying to kill me?" "Yes. You got me interest in that box of puns." Sans smiled weakly before sitting up on the couch. Tyke got up and grabbed the blanket that Sans refused to move from the floor. Tyke wrapped it around Sans. When Tyke sat down, Sans threw the other half of the blanket around him. Tyke smiled and reached over to the coffee table, picking up a book. The book was title 'The Adventures of Fluffy Bunny'. They sat there as Tyke read the childish book to Sans. Tyke never understood why Sans had such a love for this book. But Tyke never pushed for the answer. He just read it as Sans relaxed against him. "Achoo!"

-six years have passed since their meeting, Tyke is 18- Snow slowly fell around Tyke and Sans. Tyke had his hands shoved into his pockets as he marveled at the scenery. It was so beautiful. Well, it was till they walked on it, ruining It for good. Tyke looked over at Sans for a second. Sans had his eyes closed and hands thrown in his pockets as well. How could he walk with his eyes closed? "Keep staring at me, and you will hit a tree or something." Tyke smirked and rolled his eyes. "Says the guy with his fucking eyes closed. Besides, there are no trees." which was true. Sans opened One eye and looked at Tyke. "I'm used to walking like this. Call it a sixth sense." Sans smirked. Tyke snorted. "Yeah. Okay." Tyke replied waving his hand in a 'whatever you say' manner. The next thing he knew, Tyke found himself on the ground.he looked up to whatever made him fall, he looked in time to see a gaster blaster disappear. "Sans!" Tyke exclaimed while glaring at the older skeleton. Sans smiled shrugged his shoulders. "Whaaat?" "you know what! You made me fall!" "How do you know? Your eyes were closed." Sans retorted. What was it about Sans that made him feel like a little kid? It wasn't because Sans was thirteen years older. It was, well, him! "Yes, you did! You conjured up a blaster!" Tyke glared. "How could I have if my eyes were closed? Besides, you got no proof" Sans turned and began to walk off. Sans froze as he felt something hit his back. He turned to look at his friend to see him standing up and brushing himself off. "Did you just throw a snowball at me, Ty?" "Why would I do that, Sansy?" Tyke was batting his eyes lights at Sans, trying and suceeding, in looking innocent, but Sans wasn't buying any of it. Tyke smiled and walked on, believing he won the battle. But he was far from winning. Sans bent down, and began to mold a ball out of the snow. Sans threw the snowball, hitting Tyke in the head. Tyke's head bounced forward a bit. Tyke slowly turned back. Green wisp flowing from his eyes. A smirk placed perfectly on his skull. "This means war." Snowballs went flying after that. Sans would use his teleportation out of the way from the snowballs while Tyke used his magic to levitate to move away. Some would call this cheating, But once Tyke and Sans knew the others moves, it became rather easy to hit the other. It is moments like this, that Tyke lived for. The moments were he can just laugh, and goof around with Sans. Sure they didn't always see eye socket to eye socket, but that was fine. That was life. Tyke reared his arm back, preparing to hit sans in the face when he disappeared. Tyke smirked. Sans was predictable. Tyke turned around to throw the snowball behind him, when he was tackled to the ground. He landed with an 'oof' Tyke looked up to see Sans grinning down at him. "How predictable was that, Ty?" Tyke blushed in embarrassment. He couldnt believe he fell for that act. Tyke huffed in annoyance. Fuck. But it wasn't all that bad, though Tyke would never admit it. Tyke smirked as an idea came to him. Smiling as seductively as Tyke could, looking up with lidded eyes, Tyke set up on his forearms. "Well, you got me. Now what?" Sans blushed feverishly down at Tyke. Tyke continued to smile seductively at Sans while leaning closer to Sans. Sans lent back a little bit, shock and a hint of desire in his eyes. Tyke smirked. Wham! Tyke slammed the snowball into Sans head. Sans fell backwards, shock and confusion in his eyes. Tyke felt laughter bubble up in his throat. He began to laugh at the other skeleton. Sans face was flushed a beautiful blue, as he stared at his friend. Tyke couldn't stop laughing, every once and a whole he would let out cute little snorts. Sans smiled at him as a short left Tyke. Sans, himself began to laugh at the situation. Sans got up and walked over to Tyke. Held out his hand towards Tyke, who had reduced to letting out snorts alone. Tyke looked up at the hand and then at Sans. Tyke's bright green eyes were lit up with laughter. He took Sans hand once he calmed down and stood up. "I guess you won.... This time" Sans said as he pulled Tyke up. Tyke smiled and rolled his eyes. "I always win Sansy."  San grabbed Tyke's hood and pulled it over his head, grabbed the strings and tightened the hood. "Whatever you say, Knucklehead." with that, Sans pulled Tyke down and kissed his head. Tyke felt a soft blush filling his cheeks. San pulled away, letting Tyke go, before heading off. "Come on, let's go home." Tyke pulled his hood off and watched Sans walking off. Tyke smirked before running to catch up.

Sans placed the plate of spaghetti down in front of Tyke. Tyke almost instantly began to dig in, getting sauce all over his face. San stared at the kid. Not knowing if he should feel disgusted by the poor eating habits or pity for the kid. He decided to go for neither, the kid hadn't eaten a good meal in who knows how long and probably didnt want nor need pity. With that thought, Sans began to eat his way through his plate of spaghetti. Tyke looked up at the skeleton before him, he was short, well, for an adult, and seemed to be a little bigger than average. He wore a white t-shirt and black shorts, or whatever you call them, boxers? He seemed nice but that could be a facade, a lot of monsters can be nice than turn their backs on you in a matter of seconds. 'Well, this food is worth whatever he has up his sleeve. This is really good!' Tyke took another bite of spaghetti and felt his mouth water. He couldn't remember when he last had a home cooked meal. It was delicious. It was long till he was asking for seconds, or his thirds. He most likely would eat until the whole pot was gone. Sans let out a small laugh as he watched Tyke pig out. 'heh. For once,' Sans thought, 'I won't have any left overs.' Not that Sans minded, he could never eat all the spaghetti by himself anyhow. It usually stayed there till it grew limbs and tried to crawl free. "It seems you really like spaghetti." Sans said breaking the silence as he got up to wash his plate. "Problem?" Tyke asked, eyeing Sans. "Nah. Just surprised me. I relish that you enjoy my cooking so much. I take it as a condiment." Sans said shrugging. Tyke froze and stared at Sans for a second. He swalled his mouth full before opening his mouth. "Was that a pun?" "Problem?" Sans asked as he placed the now clean plate away. "Nope. It was just impastable not to notice." Sans gave a soft laugh at the kids pun. The kid was good. "Wanna drink?" Sans asked, nodding his head towards the refrigerator. Tyke nodded his head. Sans went over to the refrigerator and opened it. "Whaddya want? I got water, soda, ketchup, and milk."  Sans looked back over at Tyke. "Milk." Tyke said as he slurped up another mouth full. These is how things went between them. Sans would ask questions, small ones like if Tyke wanted more spaghetti or a refill on milk, but anything else nada. It was already awkward as it was. Sans felt for some reason like he was imposing on the kid. Like he was getting himself involved with something he shouldn't. Tyke was beginning to feel like he was being pitied. Something he hated. He also didn't like being watched. And it seem like that was all the stranger could do. Not in a weird way, but in the 'i don't know what else to do' way. Which was starting to piss him off to no ends, but he kept his annoyance in. This person was giving him food and a place to stay the night, which was more than he could ever hope for. When Tyke finally finished his meal, he looked up at Sans. Tyke reached up and wiped off his face, which was cover in tomato sauce. Honestly, it was embarrassing how He pigged out in front of this person. "You done?" Sans asked with an imaginary eyebrow raised. Tyke nodded his head as he took a quick glurp of milk. Sans picked up his plate and put it in the sink. He could wash it later, right now, he was tired. "Well, the shower is upstairs if you want to take a shower, but if you want to head off to bed now, or any time really, you can take the spare room upstairs." Sans said gesturing to the stairs. Tyke nodded his head. "Ok..." Tyke rubbed his neck. "Thanks, I guess." Sans nodded his acknowledgment Tyke stood up from his seat and began to walk upstairs, he decided to take a shower first. He probably stunk real bad. "I guess I'll take a shower." While Tyke was taking a shower, Sans went to pick out some clothes for him. Sans didn't have a lot of clothes, which usually meant he was doing laundry frequently. All Sans had was a bunch of white sweaters and boxers, not much of anything else. Though, the kid probably didn't care what kind of clothes he wore. The real problem, however, wasn't that the kid wouldn't like the clothes, it was finding clothes to fit the kid. Sans was a little bit on the heavy side in some eyes, and that kid was a walking toothpick. Most of Sans clothes would fall off of him in a matter of seconds! Hell, faster than that!  Just when Sans thought Tyke might have to make do with some big clothing, Sans remembered something. Whn Frisk stayed over, they left some clothes behind. Surely the kid wouldn't mind if Sans let Tyke were it. Sans walked out of his room and into the spare room. Inside the closet of the spare room was a small duffle bag. Sans unzipped the bag and began to search through the bag. A lot of the clothes in there were on the feminine side, though Sans highly doubted the kid would actually mind; that didn't stop Sans from finding a brown hoodie, a white beater, and some tan cargo pants. It was perfect. Even seemed to be the right size. Sans picked up the clothes and walked out the room. Sans closed the door behind him and continued to walk to the bathroom. Sans could hear the shower running, so he knocked on the door, heh knocked on wood. "What?" came a reply. "I have some extra clothes out here for you. They should fit." Sans replied. "Oh... Um... Thank you, I guess." tyke said. Sans places them down by the door. "Ill... Just leave them by the door." Sans said as he walked away. Tyke looked away from the door with a frown. Damn, could this guy make him feel any more shitty? He knows that Sans isn't trying to, but He is. Fuck. Tyke turned off the shower head and grabbed the nearest towel. This was the cleanest he's been in years. He feels, shiny and weird. Hmm... Tyke dryer himself off before opening the door, not all the way, he was still butt naked, and grabbed the clothes. A whife beater, a brown hoodie and some cargo pants. Nice. It would be warm when winter hit but cool enough when summer rolled around. Tyke hurried up and got dressed before heading to a bed room. Tyke didn't realize how tired he was until he found one of the bedrooms and collapsed on the bed. Part of him, recognized that this room was to messy to be a spare room, But he couldn't care. He just passed out. It was around 11 o'clock when Sans finally turned off the television and went to bed. Sans noticed the kid never came back down, but he assumed he was asleep in the spare room. Sab climbed back up the stairs and into the spare room. Nothing. Did the kid sneak out? Huh. Wouldn't actually surprise him. Though, he couldn't help but be a little sadden by it. A kid shouldn't be out there in that type of world. Maybe their paths would cross again. Maybe not. Sans shrugged his shoulders and walked off to his bedroom. As soon as he opened the door he froze. Tyke was there lying in his bed. Heh. Tyke must have been to worn out to notice it wasn't the spare room. Sans walked over to the bed and pulled the covers over Tyle, before walking out and going to be.

Tyke felt his mouth water at the sight of the apple. It was just a few feet ahead of him. It was a large, round, juicy, red apple. Tyke's stomach rumbled at the sight of it. It has been a few days since he had last ate. Maybe longer. In all honestly, Tyke couldn't remember, all he knew at that moment was that, the apple before him looked incredibly good. Tyke was a young skeleton that lived on the streets. Dressed in dirty tattered clothes. He was around twelve years old, or so he was told. He's been alone and lived on the streets for so long now, it was hard to keep track of something as silly as age. Tyke's lime green eye lights looked to make sure no one was paying attention. The market was crowded, which should have made it more difficult to steal but surprisingly made it easier. Besides, who would notice that one tiny apple went missing? One... juicy... red... apple. Tyke slowly worked he's way to the apple. Making it seem he was looking around. Turning his head to look at random things, humming a soft song under his breath. His eye lights kept flicking to the apple. He was so close now. The sales monster wasn't paying attention, he was talking with a human customer. Now was the time. As stealthy as he could, Tyke took the apple and stuffed it into his pocket.  Tyke turned around and slowly began to walk off. So far, so good. No one seemed to noti- "THIEF!" shit. Tyke took off running. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm so boned!  (sans p.o.v) It was a beautifully day outside, Sun is shining, birds are singing. People filled the market streets, Sans never seen so many happy faces before. It was truely a great day.  However, that didn't make Sans any less bonely. Heh. Its been three years since Sans last saw his little brother Papyrus. Sans knew he was mostly at fault for their separation, he probably pushed papyrus to far with his puns or made one to many jokes about Papyrus's boyfriend, Mettaton. Sans would be lying if he said he didn't wish for a reset to happen, so he could make sure Papyrus and him didn't leave on bad terms. He'd give anything to make things right with his bro again. But It didn't matter now, the kid could no longer reset and that was three years ago. Whatever Sans did to rattle Papyrus's bones, no longer mattered. It was in the past. Sans sighed as he looked at some worn jackets. He didn't want to but he needed a new one. His old one, the one Papyrus gave him, was so far ruined, that not even Tori could save it. Sans eyes landed on a dark blue one that looked rather warm and soft. It would be a good jacket. If it would fit him. Sans picked up the jacket and took a look at the price tag, 5g, rather cheap, even for a used one. Sans wondered what was wrong with it. Heh. Didn't matter, it looked warm and in far better shape than His old one, it would do. As soon as Sans was about to tell the Sales-goat he would buy it, he felt a body ram into him. Sans went tumbling backwards and landed with an oof. Sans groaned and opened his eye sockets. He saw an apple laying in front of his face. Confusion bundled in his mind until what happened registered. Sans looked up at the body laying on his. It was a young male skeleton, who groaned in pain. Their eye sockets opened to reveal lime green eye lights filled with shock. Before either could do anything, the kid was weaved off of Sans and into the air. Sans Sat up and stared at the scene in front of him. A guard had picked up the small skeleton. Who, Sans might add, was wearing nothing but tatters of clothing and covered in dirt. The kid was homeless, that was obvious. Sans looked at the apple beside him, and made the assumption the kid stole it. Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened. The kid was thrashing and squirming in the dog guards grasp. "Put me the fuck down!" The kid yelled. "You are under arrest for thief, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you do and say can be held against yo-" The dog guard held onto the kid and began to handcuff him. Something in Sans snapped. This guard was handling a kid, A KID, roughly and wasn't even caring he was obviously leaving a bruise on the kids arms. Plus it was just a small apple, wasn't even the good lookin, probably would have been thrown out if no one took today any ways. "Hey! Let my brother go." Sans said, surprising himself, as he stood up. The dog guard froze and so did the boy. They looked at him for a second, before the boy broke from the guards grasp and ran at Sans, and hid behind him. Sans looked at the kid who was hiding behind him. Looking at him, in that angle brought out the big brother in Sans "Brother? Last time I checked, you only had one brother, Papyrus." San found himself flinching at his brothers name. But stood his ground. "Yeah, I get that a lot." Sans said calmly. The dog guard glared at Sans for a second. "Brother or not, that boy is a thief. He stole an apple." "An Apple that was about to expire. I'll pay for it and any other issues take it up with Undyn. No need to be so ruff." Sans said with a lazy smile as he pulled out 1g, which was what Apple's usually cost. The guard growled, and snatched the money out of his hands before stomping off. Sans sighed and turned around to loom at the small skeleton, The boy had picked up the apple and was eating it, as if he hadn't eaten in days. "Fucking hell! I thought I was a damn goner! Thanks." The kid said. "The names Tyke, by the way." Sans raised an imaginary  eyebrow at the kid as he swear worse than Undyn, on a good day. Sans gave a soft 'heh'. "Sans and anytime, kid. But don't get to used to it. Or else you have more people barking at ya." Sans shrugged. Tyke rolled his eye lights. "Not like I have any fucking choice." The kid was about to leave when sans grabbed their arm. "Um... You're not some weird pedo are you?" He asked confused. Sans yanked his arm back. "No! I was going to ask if you want to have a real meal and a place to stay the night." Sans rushed out. "Sounds like a pedo thing to say." Tyke said with a raised imaginary eyebrow. He then shrugged. "Not the worse scenario I've been in. Ok. I'll take you up on that offer." Tyke said as he took another bite out of the apple. "I'm not a pedo." Sans said frowning. Tyke smirked and looked at Sans with humor in his eyes. "Suuuuuure you're not."