You got home after a long day of work. It was exhausting, and as you opened the door, you were greeted with a usual sight. Sans, sleeping on the couch. He was snoring, and had a bottle of ketchup in his hand, a bit of it spilled on the ground.

..mmmh..Zzzz….

The skeleton was fast asleep, and it didn’t seem like he would be waking up anytime soon. He didn’t work, but somehow, always managed to pay off his half of the rent.