Toriel was waiting at the door. "I see Chara had a run in with another two-legged predator." She said, seeing the eldest's disarray.

"Her boyfriend had trouble with the buttons." Frisk said, snatching a slice of butterscotch cinnamon pie.

Chara stuck her tongue out at her sister as she went to their room to change.

"Your father has another late meeting." The motherly monster said. "So, what are you planning to do today?"

"I was thinking about going to the library. I was hoping to brush up on languages." Frisk answered. She finished her pie as Chara slipped into her seat, a new sweater on.

Toriel hummed in approval.

~'~'~

The smoke drifted in the air as G flicked ash off the end of his cigarette. One of his men hurried up to him.

"He's dead sir." 

"Good." The skeleton said. A gold eye landed on long brown hair drifting into the library. "Take the rest of the day off."

The pig monster looked surprised. "Sir?"

"Did I stutter?"

"N-No sir."

"Good." G said, extinguishing his cigarette. "Now get."

"Yes sir!" 

When the monster hurried away, G hurried after the brown hair. He entered the library, following the brown hair to one Frisk Dreemurr.

~'~'~

"Ahem."

Frisk looked up from her book. 

Don Sans Gaster stood there, tapping his phalanges on the chair across from her. "This seat taken?"

"Oh, no."

Her cheeks flushed prettily. He sat down, Frisk placing the book down.

"I'm Sans." He said, extending a hand. Frisk noted the hole as she took it.

"I know.' Frisk said, regretting her words. "You' re the don of the Gasters." Regretted that too.

"And your dad is Asgore, don of the Dreemurrs." Sans said. There was truth in those words, as well as a hint of amusement.

"Yeah. Loyalty to the family."

G smiled. He had seen Frisk Dreemurr many times, but there was something different about her. Something warm, something radiant in her eyes. He had longed for her, but now he wanted her more. She was just adorable. "Loyalty is important."

"I'm Frisk." Her cheeks darkened as their hands touched, his cold ivory hand sending ripples of warmth through her body. Chara never had a clue that her sister wanted Sans as much as she did.

His smirk sending the flames rising higher. "I know."

Frisk stood, looking around nervously. "I should go. My sister will be looking for me. It was nice to meet you Sans."

It was no secret, even to him, that Chara Dreemurr liked him. "Your sister's presence would be most unfortunate."

She smiled.

"Would you like to join me at Grillby's sometime? When your sister won't be a problem?"

"I would like that. Very much, Sans."

Sans smiled eagerly. Her gold eye seemed to hypnotize Frisk. Was her longing shared?

"Call me G."

When she opened her eyes after the sensation of his teeth pressed against her lips, G was gone. Absently, Frisk wondered if it was a dream.

The scent of smoke and the taste of brandy on her lips told her it was real.