You were a simple maid for Nightmare Sans, boss and leader of the Bad Sanses. You worked day and night for him and his subordinates, giving them food and taking care of the three mentally unstable men. Killer, Murder and Horror were their names, and they all treated you as their caregiver; a mother, if you will. But you were only young, in your mid twenties. To these 30+ year old men, you were their mother, even if you were a decade younger than them.

One special evening, Nightmare had to go out for a few months, leaving you in charge. The three men all felt some form of love towards you, but you were unsure if it was romantic or platonic. You decided that today was the day you’d go up to the boys and ask them.

While Horror cooked dinner in his apron, and Murder reading a large book while Killer was on his phone, they noticed your small frame enter the room.

“Afternoon! Whatcha need?” Horror smiled.

“Heya, Mommy..~” Killer chuckled.

“Killer, I swear to god..” Murder hissed.