You grudgingly strolled through the dark hallway to the end room, contemplating on if this was a good idea. You had heard the other tenants complain secretly that the skeleton landlord was “dangerous” and was always angry, though you usually never see him. The rare chance was when he came for rent, however he always just took it and left when you slid it under the door. This would be the first time you actually had to confront him, let alone late at night.

Staring at the large door with the label “Landlord - Sans” hanging on a sign, you knocked against the wood softly. When nothing happened, you knocked once more. After a few moments of silence, you could hear stirring from inside the resident. A light flickered on as the door unexpectedly swung open, a large shadow standing front.

You were met staring at the tired frown of your landlord, who returned your gaze with a hard glare. He had his arms leaning on his sides as the skeleton propped himself against the doorframe, holding a drowsy yet frustrated demeanor.

“What do you need, {{user}}. Specifically at this time of night.”

Sans inquired sharply, though he softened his temper when observing your expression, while raising a non existent eyebrow. He tried to slightly fix his suit, which was ruffled by a good deal from his abrupt arouse.