Both Jane and Jeff got a lot of credit for what they did. Both deciding to finally confront each other and have an honest conversation. But then both immediately lost any smart points they earned because they both ended up tumbling inside of the snow, and now they have colds.

"You guys are so lucky I grew up in a snowy ass town," Sans called out from the kitchen as he and Laughing Jack opened up two cans of chicken noodle soup to microwave. "You know how many people I had to help with colds? So many."

Living in Snowdin gave one a very specific set of skills. Ice skating with slippers was an example. Sans became really good at aiming from constant snowball fights. And, of course, dealing with colds. Making soup, wrapping people in blankets, stuff like that.

"Woah."

Sans had turned after finishing the soup to find Zero suddenly looming over him. Staring down at the soup.

"I want to feed her," She said. Eyes emptier, yet set. She really wanted to feed Jane.

"Uh... yeah, okay, I wasn't gonna feed her at all." Sans placed the bowl within her hands. "Have fun."

The moment Zero realized she got to feed Jane, her eyes lit up so brightly as she turned and rushed towards the living room. Sans grabbed other bowl, and before he could deliver Jeff's feast, Laughing Jack suddenly leaned over and peppered a few kisses along Sans' skull.

"What's with monochrome people being all lovely-dovey today?" Sans chuckled, leaning against Laughing Jack.

"You just looked so cute making those soups!" Laughing Jack giggled.

"Just tossing a bowl into the microwave? Well, wait until you see me tossing a hot pocket into the microwave, I bet I'd look real sexy then."

From the counter, Eyeless Jack cleared his throat.

"Oh uh - yeah, hey Jack," Sans said quickly, "When'd you get there?"

There Eyeless Jack sat, hunched over with one hand holding onto a heart, other holding a scalpel. Staring up at them from underneath his sweeping brown bangs.

"I was here before you came in." He chewed for a bit, swallowing the piece of heart before straightening his back. "So hi."

"Yeah, hi."

Sans quickly turned and retreated back into the living room like a child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar. On the main big couch sat Jane between Clockwork and Zero, thick blanket wrapped around her as Zero started to feed her soup.

"Babe, you're not scooping it well at all," Clockwork said.

"What do you mean?" Zero huffed out, cheeks puffing from annoyance as she scooped out another spoonful of soup.

"You keep giving her all of one thing. Like the last spoonful just had carrots in it, this one is just broth. You have to get a combination of everything!"

"I'm fine either way, I don't care how I eat," Jane chuckled, before quickly sneezing with a shiver.

"Well I do." Clockwork leaned over her sick girlfriend, hand gently grabbing Zero's as she helped her scoop up a diverse spoonful of veggies, chicken, and noodles. "See? Like this?"

"Oooh."

Sans chuckled as he passed them on the way to Jeff's room, Laughing Jack following with Bean wrapped up within his arms.

"Hey, hey!" Zero suddenly pointed out to Laughing Jack. "Monochrome buddy!"

"Monochrome buddy!" The clown giggled and pointed back at her.

Sans smiled as he started to walk up the stairs. Things were nice now. Really nice now. He liked this little life he built. Had a beautiful baby girl, two nice siblings, and a great boyfriend. Life was pretty swell now.

Until he forgot the damned fruit punch.

Jeff and Jane were both taken care of. Both had their soups, blankets, typical cold stuff. But then he came downstairs after delivering Jeff's soup, ready to sit down at the table and eat some nachos, before he saw Sally looking up at him so sadly that he had immediately knew what was wrong.

"It's okay, we can go get some," Sans said, reassuringly rubbing her shoulders gently. "I'll take ya to a McDonalds to get yer a drink now before we can head down to a store and grab some more. I needed to grab a few things anyways."

"Okay."

When he turned, he noticed Ben's head slightly peaking into the room. Staring at Sans.

"I'll get you a McChicken, Ben."

Ben pumped his fist from excitement before retreating back into the other room, grinning happily. Fucking dork. All of them were dorks. Honestly. Serial killers that got excited over McDonalds? It was funny to think about.

The drive there was uneventful and short. Considering it was a neighborhood meant for families, there was a McDonalds rather close. It took more time loading Bean's baby seat into the car than getting to McDonalds.

"And, uh, if possible, can ya just give me a cup of sugar?" Sans had asked through the drive-thru.

"A..." The person paused. "A what?"

"A cup of sugar. Just pure cup of sugar. Don't ask. Monsters are weird. Can you do that?"

"I... I guess."

Weird request, he knew, but he realized he might be shopping for awhile and didn't want Bean to get bored. Or hangry. When either happened she tended to cling to him more than usual. Laughing Jack could only do so much when invisible in public.

"Can we get popsicles at the store?" Sally asked as Sans rounded the corner.

"Yeah, sure. You want those long ones or the double short ones? Or do you wanna go to that one culture store we found and get the log weird tube ones?"

"Culture store! Culture store!" Sally chanted.

Once Bean was settled with her small cup of sugar, and Sally with the promise of popsicles, they were on their way. The store wasn't too crowded thankfully, allowing for Sans to traverse the aisles without much traffic. Fruit punch boxes? Check. Bag of candy? Check. Ingredients for Jeff? Check. Bean, distracted by her cup of sugar, happily dipped her fingers into the paper container and would stick them into her mouth. Laughing Jack easily got distracted in the candy aisle, glaring at cheaply made candy brands and suggesting which ones Sans should get.

"What's that?" Sally had chirped up when Sans grabbed something from a shelf.

"Oh." Sans glanced down at the item when Sally asked that question. "It's nothing really. Just figured I'd help someone feel a little more at home."

"Oh, okie!" Sally swung her legs, pressing her hands together. "I wanna have a tea party tonight. Can Laughing Jack have a tea party with me?"

"A tea party? I love tea parties because we can just make the food candy, and - yes, tea party with you and Bean! Let's do it!" Laughing Jack said, eagerly grasping onto Sally's little hands.

"Make sure you guys do it before bedtime, then," Sans told them both, facing towards Sally. "And as long as you clean up the table I'm fine with it. Jeff just won't be able to make those little cookies you like, though, he's still down with a cold."

Sans really liked this life. It was what he always wanted. No intense excitement, no crazy work schedule or constant movement. A simple family life. Sure, with serial killers, but he didn't really mind.

Soon he found himself inside of the weird combination of different cultures store, rifling through a shelf for those imported popsicles. He didn't know what they did differently from normal popsicles, but damn were they good and he really, really liked them. As did Sally. Like a smart child would. Anyone who didn't like them were crazy.

"Sans?"

He recognized that voice. A monster voice.

Oh.

Sans turned, glancing over.

"Asgore?"

Sure enough, there was the monster King. Wearing a flower printed shirt, smart cart filled with different types of seeds. Beard trimmed and ironed out despite only visiting a store.

"Howdy, Sans, it's been awhile." His paw lifted to give a soft wave. "At least half a year, right?"

Good old Asgore. A man Sans respected the hell out of. And his former boss.

"At least. Last time I saw you was when I visited you and Tori." Sans glanced back to the cart where Sally was watching them. "I know yer a good guy, Gorey, can you keep this between us and not tell Toriel?"

"Because you went no contact with her? Don't worry, I actually broke up with her after you did that." Asgore adjusted his own cart in his hands, wheels squeaking lightly. "Don't blame yourself for the breakup, her treating you in such a disrespectful way was the final nail after several incidents. Especially towards a man I employed as the Judge for over ten years. She didn't even realize you were the Judge when I had mentioned it! Isn't that ridiculous."

"Eh, not like I did much with my Judge title, ya know?" Sans shrugged. "I just sorta stood in a hallway for ten years and sometimes had tea with you. You didn't even let me deal with the humans because I was still too young."

"You were a friend to me when I really needed one, though," Asgore said, "And know the position is always open for you if you ever want to return. But considering what I've heard about you lately, I don't think you want that now."

Sans glanced back at Sally and Bean. Both sitting in the chart. Bean in her chair, hand still grasping at the last sugar specs at the bottom of the cup. Sally staring awkwardly. And Laughing Jack, invisible, looking up and down Asgore to see if he was like Sans' other friends.

If Sans could put his trust into one monster, it'd be Asgore. He's known him since he was twelve. When Sans barely knew how to control his magic, Asgore helped him. Understood what monsters needed, despite murder not exactly be morally justified. And when he learned of the CreepyPasta, his first response was to not only properly inform monsters of how to secure their houses, he also proposed some laws to help people in need for the humans so that more CreepyPasta wouldn't be born. Of course, those laws were practically laughed off, but the man tried. It's why barely any monsters faced homelessness or poverty. Instead of shoving those people to the side like humans did, he understood what could bring a monster down that path and made clear safety nets.

Basically Sans really, really respected the old man. Was realistic about things. And he helped Sans when Sans needed an adult in his life.

"Wanna meet my kids? I got two girls." Sans gestured to the cart. "Sally, do you wanna say hi? He's a good monster, I swear."

"Hello!" Sally waved to Asgore. "I'm Sally. I'm nine!"

"Hello there, I'm Asgore. Your bear there looks very handsome in his little bowtie, may I add," Asgore said.

Squealing from the acknowledgement of Charlie, Sally quickly lifted him up. "You noticed! He's a big boy now! Official business adult man!"

"He is. What a nice little bear. A gentleman indeed. What's his name?"

"Charlie."

Suddenly, from the cart, Bean begun to loudly chew on the cup after it ran out of sugar.

"That ain't for eating, kiddo," Sans chuckled, lifting the cup out of her hands. "No."

Bean pouted at him, before grabbing at his bagging hoodie and holding onto it.

"You wanna meet my other kid? She's just a few months old now. You can hold her, if ya want."

"Really?"

"Sure." Sans picked up Bean, who blinked a few times as she stared at him. "This is Bean. Me and my boyfriends kid. Watch out, though, she bites."

Overall, the encounter went really well. They joked about old times Underground before Sans had to go checkout his bought items, explaining what being a Judge meant to Sally.

"It just means I was trained to be able to deal with humans," Sans explained to Jack and Sally as they walked through an empty aisle. "I'm able to determine attacks and hit them back hard. I can read people's expressions and shit, but I never really do that because... well, I thought I could trust people. Only ever did it to Frisk when I didn't trust them. The Judge title meant I was supposed to 'judge' them and be all morally high, but that never really happened. The job position was basically just Asgore teaching me how to train my magic, and I did. Most of the time though we just had tea and he taught me shit parents were supposed to teach me."

Honestly, he owed Asgore a lot. Being the only person in his childhood that helped him to that extent was a godsend. Sans wasn't sure if he'd have made it without Asgore. If the King didn't help him find his way out of the Snowdin woods, he might have never survived. Though his fashion choice was really weird with that...

Sans suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking down at the ground. That white, empty face flashing within his mind. He swore he thought Asgore was the one who found Sans alone in the woods and helped him find Snowdin. But he couldn't recall ever seeing Asgore within the forest. The only person he could remember was...

A brief glimpse of looking up from those shoes towards that face flashed. And his skull fucked ached just trying to recall it. Anything after that blurred. Wasn't that just a dream months ago?

"Sansy? Little potato?" Laughing Jack leaned forward. "Are you okay"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, just got a sudden headache," Sans said.

That wasn't his only blurry memory. There were several moments, even days from when he was in the lab that were completely blank. He passed that off as his mind dealing with the trauma he endured, but now that he realized seeing that Slenderman Underground likely wasn't a dream, he was starting to question things.

Not now, though. He had a baby to raise, people to care for. If he went on some quest for the truth, when he didn't really need it, he might be putting those he cares about in danger. So no. He wasn't going to pursue any sort of satisfaction from this question. Not when he had a family.

~~~~~~

Eyeless Jack didn't really think Sans would stop by his room. He didn't even expect to get his own room. But Sans bought a decently sized house and hey, Eyeless Jack was another resident who needed a bed. But when Sans knocked on his door that night, respecting his boundaries despite owning the house, he had been rather caught off guard. Especially after what Sans said next.

"Uh, I felt kinda bad since I picked ya up only a bit after Christmas, so I grabbed you something today once I got the gift idea. Been trying to figure out what to get you for the last couple of weeks, but I think I figured you out now." And outheld did Sans offer the present.

"I - thank you, I guess, I didn't expect something."

When he opened up the grocery bag, he found himself speechless as he stared down. A small night light in the shape of a cute cat.

"You noticed I like cats?" Eyeless Jack asked quietly.

"Yeah, I noticed when Sally offered you a stuffed animal you picked the cat one, figured that was the best bet. And you always sleep with your lights on so I thought this might help a bit."

"It... it does, it helps a lot, thank you."

Sans snapped a finger and pointed it to Eyeless Jack with a smile. "Well, enjoy my eyeless dude. I'ma go eat some cheese now."

Eyeless Jack stared down at the cute cat, before carefully holding it close to his chest. He was really starting to like it here now.

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So early upload bc I got stuff to do on Saturday

Also I redesigned Bean a bit

Don't worry she still has short hair younger, she just grows it out now

https://youtu.be/CCOsW4VCY2A