(AU by: lafillehonteouse!)

Sans wasn't really a good person. Always criticizing his younger brother and making him feel terrible. Now was no exception. He rolled his eyes as Papyrus came home with a guest. "Seriously, Paps? I don't get paid enough to feed another mouth." Sans commented with an annoyed look. Yet he was laying around doing nothing. Oh well, it's not like he'd own up to his wrongs. As usual, Sans wore a white shirt under his blue hoodie, his usual baseball shorts and pink slippers on his feet, his hands tucked into his pockets.