Thevin', Stealin', Takin' What's not Yours.

Sans wandered though the Snowdin which was his- but not exactly his. It confused him, wandering through the bustling town. Thankfully, not much attention was attracted to him despite his attire. They probably thought he was a wandering monster from somewhere in the underground.

"Maybe I should find something to eat?" Sans mumbled to himself, confused at how... different everyone looked as he scowered around the underground. He knew it wasn't his, that's for sure.

It wasn't long until he stumbled upon a restaurant called "Muffet's" after wandering around the area.

Confusion lingered- where was Grilby...?

Sans slowley opened the restaurant door, seeing quite the atmosphere was already in place. It was a cozy one, laced with shades of purple and pure white. Royal guards were everywhere, relaxing and having a good time.

It confused him, and he slowly walked over to the bar counter and was greeted with... Muffet...? But shouldn't she be in Hotland? Snowdin is far too cold!

"Oh! A newcommer!" She smiled, leaning over the counter and offering one of her many hands to show him a seat.

"... Oh... yes, right. Thank you." Sans replied, unsure if she would recognize him. He surely recognized him, after all.

"Say... What is a gal like you doing in Snowdin? Isn't it too cold for you?" Sans asked, glancing up at her through his viel as he adjusted his hood to have a clearer view.

"Snowdin, huh? I... Don't know what you're taking about. This is Sunnedout! Besides, it's not that cold, silly!" She replied, sounding enthusiastic but... confused. She stared at the unknown shadowed face in front of her, before composing herself.

"So! What will it be? Anything special for your first time?" She asked, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind. Besides, she's more focused on the profit to be made at the moment...

"A muffin, miss Muffet." He laughed quietly, leaning over the counter and using a boney hand to lean his cheek on.

It didn't go unnoticed- Muffet felt... something twist in her abdomen. As if she was seeing someone she knew- but at the same down didn't. The sense of deja vu that she couldn't quite place as she felt the sense of something she was missing.

"... Right, for you, sir." She replied, pulling out a nice looking muffin wrapped in a spiderweb designed cup. "Say, I'll give you a drink, on the house! But the muffin is ten gold." She spoke, turning around momentarily to pull out a glass and a carton of milk from below the counter.

The moment Muffet turned around, the mysterious skeleton was gone, and all she saw were half of the ten gold for the muffin.

"... I'm so telling Papyrus about this when he comes by." Muffet whispered, feeling the strange twist in her abdomen again as she could finally recall it.

"Aren't Papyrus and Sans supposed to be the only skeletons around here...?" She whispered to herself, a nervous smile finding it's way up to her face.

—

"Mm... Tastes amazing! And she doesn't charge overpriced shit like... other Muffet...? No, that sounds wrong." Sans whispered, hiding out in the woods while he indulged in the muffin.

"... Muffet." He mumbled, remembering all the times that annoying spider woman wouls haggle him. But, inevitably, he missed her.

"Miss Muffet, who sat on...." He sighed, staring at the empty muffin liner in his hand. He slowly stood up from the snow, dusting off the snow that stuck to his backside.

Muffet.

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Thevin', stealin', takin' what's not yours!

"I really don't know if she cares a lot about her lungs." Sans spoke to Papyrus, leaning back in the comfortable sofa that was in front of the burning fire place.

All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment that she's never getting back.

As the smell off a pillow fades, her cigarettes might stay. Like a Roman Coliseum... A dry and worthless monument to our love.

"I still have your lighter." Sans smirked, holding the lighter within his fingers while Muffet was enjoying a small smoke break behind her stand in Hotlands. "C'mon, quit smoking, Muffet. You're a baker, with a nice future." He lectured quietly, his smirk fading.

"Well, I still have your book on breaking addictions. I promise I'll try next week. I just... really need this at the moment." Muffet simply replied, a small smile on her face as she released the drag from her cigarette. A sharp inhale here, a deep exhale there.

I still have everything you brought, but you never took.

"Well you always know where to find me if you want a muffin, Sans." She smiled, sliding over a muffin after the other paid her. nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine gold.

"I'll always know where to look." He replied, a smile on his face while he bit into the pastry. "You're a great friend, Muffet." Sans stated, leaning over the counter of her stand with a quiet laugh escaping him.

I'm not a—

—Not a crook!

Thevin', stealin', takin' what's not yours!

"I don't really know if she knows or not, but I kinda left some stuff at her stand. Y'know to show her I'm proud shes finally quitting." Sans spoke with Papyrus, currently making lunch for the both of them.

And she's wearin' out my rings. Taking the compliments meant for me.

"Won't you miss them? The rings." Papyrus asked, glancing over at Sans curiously. "... She's just a friend. Why go through the lengths?" Papyrus asked, poking at his food while eyeing Sans' back as he faced the stove.

At least there's proof of my existence– a captive little soldier on her fingers.

Deep behind enemy lines.

"The same lengths I'd go to for any other. Like the kid and you. Shes basically family." Sans smiled, turning to look at Papyrus over his shoulder before going back to finishing the pasta. He was quiet, stirring the sauce with the wooden spoon seated securely between two of his phalanges.

Well, I still kept your lighter. And you probably still have my book. You probably stoll got everything I had- but you never took.

You know where to find me!

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"... I know where to look." He sighed, staring at the dulled lighter in his gloved hand. Dirty, aged. Well used by the one woman he adored.

Of course, not romantically, but... She was still someone he cherished, same for everyone else that he had come across in Snowdin.

Or... rather, his Snowdin.

Thevin', stealin', takin' what's not yours!

Sans sighed, unaware of the eyes watching him from behind.