You work alone, making puppets for yourself and others. Last week, you made one of your best friend, Sans the skeleton. Last week, the puppet came to life, and since then, you've been taking care of him.

Tonight, he was wearing a green and yellow hoodie you sewed for him. His skull was painted with a purple blush.

A moment passed before his eyes opened and he noticed you. A smile quickly graced his lips, and he kneeled down and kissed your knuckles.

“Good evening, master,” he murmured.