Hot Stuff || BOOK ONE.

Chapter Six: Keep Your Eyes Open, Kid.

A soft, faint tune resonates somewhere in the background.

You sat uncomfortably in one of the fancy chairs inside the MTT Resort. Apparently, by somewhere, Sans meant; "let's go in a perfectly fancy restaurant unprepared. but you wouldn't know that."

Sulking, you let out another sigh and shoot a glance over the silent skeleton. He had a calm expression over his features with his eyes closed and breathing stable. He seems to be enjoying the music.

"pretty fancy, huh?"

As he said this, you took the chance to finally look around. Indeed, he was right. The place was glamorously fancy. As expected from the Underground star; Mettaton. "It really is." You smiled at the skeleton.

Soon enough, a waiter—a small Vulkin wearing a black bow tie—came at your service. You couldn't help but admire the sweet little thing. "hey, bud. i'll take the usual." Sans’ eyes turned over to yours, and you understood what it means.

"I'll have—" you stopped yourself from saying; "Whatever he's having." Seeing the disappointed look on the skeleton's face, you couldn't stop the smirk that spreads across your lips. "The opposite of what he's having." You grinned in victory and the skeleton sighed dramatically. The Vulkin left without another word and the two of you was left alone in silence once again.

"So, why did you bring me here?" You finally asked, analyzing the place, you could tell that 90% of the people inside this restaurant are couples. The other 10 are families. So where does that put you and Sans?

"there aren't any law that states i can't take my friend out to a restaurant, is there?"

You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows. "There are no rules in the Underground."

Raising his hands in the air in defeat, he let a sneaky grin dust his features. "you got me."

Soon after that, the tiny Vulkin came strolling with a silver tray. On top of the tray were two different colored bottles. Your face paled as you saw exactly what it was. A bottle of ketchup and hot sauce. Vulkin bashfully placed the two bottles on the table and you scramble to reach the bottle of ketchup. But in a blink of an eye, you caught the darker shade of red. The hot sauce.

"bonetoms up, kiddo." He grinned mischievously as you howled in despair.

"When I said opposite, I was expecting them to bring me some mayo or relish." You grumbled, spinning the bottle on the table gloomily.

"welp, you aren't very clear after all."

Groaning once more, you sat up properly and raised the bottle of hot sauce in the air. "Well, you're the one who's paying and it'll be a shame to put it to waste. Cheers to being stupid."

Sans snorted at this. "yeah, whatever." He watched you closely as you drank the bottle of hot sauce. He awaited your reaction eagerly. Your eyes were shut close. It's only a matter of time until—

"Huh," you breathed, as if in a trance, "it isn't that bad!" You grinned happily as you proceeded on drinking the rest. Sans—as impossible as it may sound—paled at what you said.

"what? that can't be. gimme that!" Sans demanded and snatched the bottle from your hand.

"Hey!" You shrieked, then took his. "Two can play that came!"

Sans glared at the bottle before glaring at you. After minutes of staring at each other, the usual grin on his face returned. He drank your bottle of hot sauce in one go and you couldn't help but smirk at what he did.