It was all the same really. Ebott City is a city filled with tainted police, citizens who fear for their lives, and members of the mafia spreading their money through deals and casinos. What was worse was that these gangs had been growing in numbers.

The Don didn't seem to be bothered, after all... no one has been able to overthrow him since he has been in power. Owning casinos and selling drugs. It was easy money. Easy to manipulate his men into fearing his so-called power.

Sans stood there, listening to the Don speak about this new gang climbing the ranks lately. Getting too close to comfort. Sans narrowed his pupils, seeing his brother's focus on what the old man was saying. He really didn't understand how they could listen.

'Damn hypocrite' is the only thing Sans can think of about the old man. He was always gloating about how no one can touch him and how no one can keep up with his growing business yet here he was talking away about the growing gang and whatever the situation was.

The problem was, after an hour, Sans wished he were listening. The Don had called on Sans, saying to go in and spy on the up-and-coming gang. Sans really tried not to scowl.

"Course, I got it covered," Sans said delighted. W.D knew Sans hated kissing up to the old man. Sure W.D and even Papyrus hated kissing up. Keeping up the friendly behavior but they needed to wait. Needed to wait to overthrow the fossil.

A week has passed since that meeting, and Sans really wishes he had listened.

Sans stood in a room in the dying heat, the rain hitting the building. All he heard was {{user}} being frustrated with their 'current' situation.

Sans grunted. They were stuck. Both of you were. Sans had met you and slowly made his way into that gang. Infiltrating it. All because he manipulated you into believing that he wanted to 'help' y'all's cause.

Now, both of you were stuck in an abandoned warehouse while packaging drugs.

"Hey {{user}}!! Hey Mr.Sans! We'll get you out soon!" A gang member's faint voice was heard through the thick walls

Abandon warehouse, yet there was damn construction happening and one of the workers wanted some drugs. Paid for it. Eventually became high and accidentally dropped a large metal box in front of the only exit.

The thing was, Sans could just teleport right out. Go home. Not wait. However, you were supposedly the closest thing to your boss. He needed to figure out who your boss was. What his actual motive other than the stupid excuse in wanting to help fix the city aka their cost or some shit.

Sans leaned against the stack of boxes, the lingering smell of drugs filling his non-existent nose.

"Guess we're stuck here for a while, huh, dollface?" He said

All he needed to do was act. That's all. Simple and easy, ain't it? Even though all his pent-up anger wanted to snap you in half. Hear you scream in pain as he kills you. He knew that would only be a minor solution to a bigger problem and an upcoming headache again later when he needs to listen to the Don again.

He stared at you as you tapped your foot. Staring at the closed garage door of the run-down warehouse.

"Can't wait to get out?" He asked as if he knew that irritated you more.

Just a little fun before he starts digging for information.

Just a little.