A/n: Konichiwa, pinksterz!💕

I'm really, really, really sorry... I lost my foundation motivation to continue writing locked chapters. Just looking at my third rewrite on '...' made me very depressed, I literally started crying, trying so hard to hold back my tears of stress and frustration. In short, I cannot continue, unless I find the will and stop telling myself over and over again, "What have I done wrong to have this happen to me every single day!?"

To those who did not know, and are over the top confused to whatever I was babbling about; I lost '...' thrice in a row, okay?!

If you think it's dumb that I decided to do this, may I remind you of 'I Love You'? Of 'Mine And Only Mine 2'? Of 'Please... Heal Her 3'?! And now, this... Rewritten junk. Of course, I'd be furious and depressed!

So now, just as I was about to finally declare surrender, and just throw this book to the dumps where it belongs, thank Apple, I found inspiration to at least write a short unlocked oneshot, again, to make it all up to you. I want to thank my best friend MynameisAppleUWU for this.

Fives, you must be very confused, but whatever we've just discussed. TwT I don't know how to thank you enough to perk my lonely state up. Thank you, Washington!💕

Now, Butterscotch-Cinnamon, is not related to 'You?', no pun intended.

Enjoy, I guess?

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Is this the place? She asked at absolutely no one at all, her honey-glazed sunkist gaze fixed to the lively establishment in front of her, the sound of a ding, audible beneath the black, window paned door, that served as entrance to whatever lies beyond it. The sound was produced by a passing jogger, all dressed in his yellow sweat suit, as he opened the said door to enter.

The words 'Spider Café' was exquisitely inscribed in amethyst glinting scribbles on the wooden web-designed sign, located dangling right above the doorway.

She smiled, taking in the welcoming tone of this café.

She rarely comes by it, due to the sky-high, yet deserving prices of the products sold in this place. She could just barely sip on plain instant coffee, not able to afford a simple cup of hot chocolate, no siree.

But this time, she had a different purpose in mind. She isn't here for that, unfortunately to, she didn't even know why she's here.

[MonsieurCheshire: Do you trust me?]

[GoldenButterscotch: I haven't met you, but... I have a feeling I knew you better.]

[MonsieurCheshire: Ah, srsly?? Ya tryin to butter me up, eh, butterscotch? ;-)]

[GoldenButterscotch: Eww, shut up, what do you want, mister smiles-a-lot? XD]

[MonsieurCheshire: XD I'll take that as a yes, then. I want you to go to this place. I'm sending you its coordinates.]

[GoldenButterscotch: WHAT?! You want me to go out of hiding?? How would I know if you're not trying to do anything...? You're scaring me. ;w;]

[MonsieurCheshire: Relax, butter. I ain't gonna do anythin. Besides, ya won't be alone, it's a café. ;3]

What is he planning? She asked herself, turning up the knob of the door, as great whiz of caffeine aroma, along with sweet-smelling pastry reached her pink-toned nose. Such a pleasurable atmosphere, no wonder the café was a relaxing environment.

People, either clothed in uniforms of different occupations, or the usual casual wear of civillians were scattered across the room. Monsters and humans alike, some seated on the denim blue-covered upholstered sofas, sipping vigorously on cups of coffee, giddily chatting with friends, while others in line, claiming, or are yet to order anything for them to consume.

She was a bit in a daze by how many people are actually here at present; the café was jampacked! She flitted her head from left to right, finding no luck in gaining a seat as hers, due to how almost everybody occupied them. Even others started leaving to no avail.

She was about to do the same, when her orbs caught somebody waving at her to come near. A skeleton. His smooth ivory skull was adorned with a seemingly everlasting grin, and at the sight of her, it widened to the point that his eye sockets could close, yet she could still see his snow pearl white irises underneath it.

Seated on a dark grey bean bag sofa, he was wearing a grey beanie, a navy blue shirt underneath his grey trench coat, a pair of black denim skinny jeans, and a light blue scarf dangling around his neck. He seemed to be calling out to her, so she walked towards him.

"heyya! the name's sans, sans the skeleton." he greeted with a wink, extending his free hand, while the other was busy setting his cup of espresso down the pine coffee table.

Startled, she shook it nervously, the sound of (The whoopee cushion returns~ Has anyone missed this trick? I do!😆) fart slipping out from the contact. She managed to stifle a laugh, a bright carnation hue blooming from either side of her cheeks.

"the ol' whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it's always funny." he grinned with a wink, "didn't catch your name, cinnamon."

"Uh, ah, Frisk! My name is Frisk." she stammered, the nickname catching her off guard, her already pink cheeks reddening to a rosy tint.

He just chuckled, gesturing for her to sit across him to another bean bag sofa, which she gratefully took.

"need anythin', lil' cinnamon?" he asked, catching her wandering gaze.

"No." she replied sweetly, "I'm actually here to meet somebody."

"a guy?"

"Maybe? I don't know, he's someone I met online."

"lucky." he murmured, turning to sip on his white little cup once more, "whoever he is, must've forgotten to look at the clock."

"Probably got caught up with up with something." she shrugged, "He didn't really say why I should be here anyways. I guess it's just some stupid joke."

"did you trust him, though?"

She fell silent at this. Did she? She wasn't sure, facing the fact that she didn't even know the guy. What if he just pulled this all up as a nasty prank, all to embarass her? Or worse, what if he did show up and take her with him? Assault her? Abduct her?

Pushing all doubts aside, with a mind acknowledged to its own existence and risks, and yet she's here. Sitting impatiently with this monster she just met the past five minutes. However, this only proved her determination of will.

It meant she did trust him.

She's been talking to him for almost three years already, there's absolutely no point of losing each other's trust now. And besides, she wanted to meet him oh so badly.

The mysterious person beyond the LED lit transparent monitor, who seemed to have been with her at all times; during times of joy, excitement, fear, sorrow, anger, and so on and so forth. It's as if they knew who they were in the first place, though he was almost convinced he knew her better.

Yeah, right.

Her golden gaze shifted back towards this man who generously offered her a seat. His ivory phalanges were expertly typing engrossly on the keys of his white laptop, his pinpricks fixed in such concentration, she didn't want to bother this stranger. Her intense curious stare however, did not last long, as soon as he carefully took a bite of his strawberry glazed alcapone raspberry-filled doughnut, his own piercing gaze on her.

"what?" he asked, taking another sip of espresso.

She turned her head no, taking in the delicious strong aroma of coffee beans brewed back by the café's barista, who was obviously a spider monster, all dressed in a short red dress, adorned with pretty little bows, and a neat white apron around her waist. What amazed the human most was that as soon as she finished a fresh cup of latté, she instantly strolled, gracefully gliding past customers on her red rollerskates, each of her eight arms equipped with orders she astoundingly balanced with ease.

"whatcha thinkin', cinnamon?" he patiently asked yet again, trying to catch her attention.

"You must really like cinnamon a lot." she sighed, desperately masking her fluster.

"yea, it gives a hint of spice in my life." he winked, managing to break free her tomato face, chuckling in retort, "but nah, i settle for strawberry." he laid back further on his seat, biting on his 'nut.

"and besides, it suits ya well." he genuinely admitted, "your hair, i mean. i just immediately caught up on instinct." he shrugged.

She shyly smiled at his confirmation, gently patting her soft shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, that smelled of cinnamon. No wonder.

"What are you working on?" she finally asked, a bit fed up by how nothing seemed to come her way.

"oh, this?" his gaze shifting rapidly from the monitor, then back to her, "just some graphics i'm currently tryin' to finish."

"What kind of graphics?" she asked curiously, bobbing her head up to try grip a glimpse on what he was focused in fiddling the whole time she was here.

"just stuff i'm interested in. hopefully my boss'll approve." he sighed, tilting his laptop to behold a magnificent piece. She was entirely in awe, gawking at the graphical artwork before her; an elegantly drawn saffron yellow rose, its stalk, leaves, and thorns in a lush vibrant green colour. Never had she seen such an expression of creativity. This was just too amazing for her to take.

"yellow? earth to frisk, come in frisk, over?" his voice rang, snapping her out from the stare.

"Seriously? You just got to add a pun."

"can't help it." he chuckled.

"What's it for? Why would you draw a..."

"a rose? you think it's feminine, don't ya?" he grinned understandably, "well, our boss asked us to do an alice in wonderland kind of theme for an article submission. i thought of a rose, since well, y'know, the red queen?" he laughed nervously right after, rubbing the back of his neck, "that's... pretty much it. i don't really take all of this stuff pretty seriously."

"But it's still beautiful!" she argued in compliment.

"glad ya think so, cinnamon."

"But I'm curious to know why you painted it yellow? Weren't the roses in Alice In Wonderland either red or white?" Sure enough, his use of the said sunny colour didn't really made sense at all. Does he have colour-blindness?

"butter." was all he said, as he quickly packed his laptop, and notes back in his navy blue denim backpack. He was obviously in a hurry.

"Huh? What did you say?" she asked, confusion overtaking her.

"sorry, but i gotta go. it was nice talking to you, but i'm running late on my presentation. see ya soon, frisk!" he cried with his signature wink, rushing out of the door and off he went with the wind.

"Bye?" she sighed. She was all alone again, slumping further on her seat. Any minute now, she'll be kicked out of the café if the authorities find out she didn't order anything at all.

Might as well grab something to eat. Maybe something from Grillby's would do? She sighed, standing up to leave, when she realized something.

The spider barista from earlier was about to pass her by, but Frisk was quick enough grab her by one of her arms. The arachnid eyed her in astonishment, but cooled.

"Do you... need anything?" she kindly asked.

The human nodded her head no in reply, pointing at Sans from beyond the window, who was waiting for a bus to arrive.

"Do you know who he is?" she asked.

"Umm..." the spider squinted her six eyes for a better look, only to frown with a no, "He's new here in town. I just recently served him today, that's all."

"Oh. Thanks, Ms...?"

"Muffet! Dearie, I'm surprised you didn't know me; I see you walking past here every day!" she exclaimed in shock, but soon faded back down to a cherry sweet smile.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I just don't have enough, um, cash to buy anything here." Frisk flushed, surprised Muffet knew who she was.

"That's okay, dear." she grinned, her nose twitching a bit by something... "Do you use cinnamon scented shampoo?"

"Huh?" that's the second time somebody noticed the scent of spice. She even wondered how they could even pick up the smell, knowing that the café itself smelled of cinnamon.

"Yes? Is something wrong with it?" the brunette asked, intrigued.

"It reminds me of something... Oh dear, yes! Fuhuhu, how dare I forget about it? You must be really hungry!" she cried, speeding back to the kitchen.

Now she's confused.

Moments later, Muffet came gliding back with a tray of food in hand. A plate of sliced aromatic butterscotch-cinnamon pie was endearly placed on the birch wooden tray she held, along with a glass cup of golden flower tea, ironically garnished with buttercups.

"Here you go!" the spider chimed, setting the tray down the wooden pine table.

"What's this?" Frisk asked, not taking her eyes off the pie in front of her.

"For you."

"What? Me? No, I can't take this, I'm not some usual, or special customer here." she frowned, gently pushing the tray away.

"Well, no. But he thinks so." Muffet smirked, as the brunette followed her gaze towards the skeleton who just climbed up a bus.

"He ordered this earlier, saying I must give it to whoever I assume to fit a certain description. He must've known I have an eye, er, six eyes for people. So I gave it to you."

"What description?"

"Golden butterscotch. You're the only one I know who fits this too well. Considering your eyes are of same colour, and... his order was too obvious. Enjoy, Frisk!" she giggled, sliding swiftly to serve another customer.

W-what... She was in daze, noticing a creme, butter-coloured card right next to the pie, which she took, silently reading the scribbles inside it.

"Hope you don't mind the cinnamon, butterscotch!
-MonsieurCheshire<3"

She sat there, dumbfounded, misty vapor slowly condensing from both the pastry and transparent hot saffron liquid.

That smiley sneak.

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A/n: That... was pretty long? XD

I'm glad I finished this, and I think because I wrote this, it's safe to say, I'm craving to continue '...' , but not fully, so I'm still waiting. For now, I'll be presenting yet another description in preparation.

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Description: My Name Is Sans II

Level 2: Unlocked

Strayed away from his family in a young age, the skeleton struggled to survive in finding his home, and his identity... with the help of a young human girl.

Enticing? Only one way to find out...