Sans sighed, running his bony hand across his skull. He had just finished his forth job for the day.

He was a sort of repair man, fixing anything and everything that was wrong with your house for an uncomfortably low price.

And he'd done that four times in less than sixteen hours… and was heading home to do the same a fifth time.

You'd think he'd put it off in exchange for a nap, but there was a sand-storm expected that night.

He didn't have much, but what he did have, he didn't want filled with sand. He hated living in Sandy-land.

He also hated that it was called Sandy-land.

Who names an actual place Sandy-land anyways?

Anyways, his life style really didn't fit with his lazy-bones personality. But, hey, what could you do?

He just had to work as hard as he could to make a living. But then…that was hard to do when you were constantly falling into holes.

"Wait, when you're constantly wha-"

Sans was cut off as he slipped into a hole.

Sand fallowed him, pouring onto his skull and sliding off, reminiscent of an hour glass.

…has he mentioned he hated living in Sandy-land?

So there he sat.

Silently.

Staring at the sky.

Not once moving his head.

Was that a bug crawling up his spine?

Nope.

It was a scorpion.

…

This was his life now.

Just a skeleton in a hole.

Covered in sand.

Not even able to find it in him to simply use his powers to float himself out of the hole.

Or climb out of the hole.

Or doing anything except for sit there.

…

He felt the need tell a pun to himself.

…

But he couldn't be bothered to think of anything, so he just continued sitting there silently.

…

He found himself relaxed by the silence, and the sand that cradled him.

…

He closed his eyes slowly.

…

"Zzzzzzzz"

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING 'Z'?"

Sans cracked an eye open.

Oh god…the prince…Papyrus.

Sans held in a sigh.

It looked like he wasn't going to be able to sleep after all.

"I'm sleeping." he said bluntly.

"NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE JUST SAYING THE LETTER Z OVER AND OVER AGAIN! THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!" the prince yelled.

He does that a lot…yelling.

"Sure it does." Sans said. "But you know what doesn't make sense? What a prince like you is doin' in a place like this. It ain't exactly the palace if ya' know what I mean"

"IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!" the prince yelled. "AND I'M HERE BECAUSE I GOT A NOTIFICATION THAT SOMEONE FELL INTO ONE OF MY TRAPS! AND THEN, WHEN I CHECKED BACK FIVE MINUTES LATER, THEY WERE STILL THERE! I HAD TO MAKE SURE THEY WERE OKAY! I AM A SKELETON OF VERY HIGH STANDARDS AFTER ALL. AND HURTING PEOPLE IS NOT ONE OF THEM…THOSE STANDARDS…THAT ARE VERY HIGH."

Sans just stared at the prince.

…

"SO ARE YOU OKAY?"

Sans sighed heavily.

This was his life right now.

In a hole.

In the desert that he hates.

Talking to the prince.

While all he wanted to do was fix his walls.

…or take a nap.

Wait…walls…

"I guess you could say…you got me when my walls were down." he laughed at his own pun.

"WAS THAT A BAD PUN!? OH MY GOD! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE CONTEXT OF THAT! AND I STILL HATE IT!"

Papyrus looked away, muttering.

"I FINALLY MEET A NEW FRIEND, AND THEY JUST SIT AROUND IN HOLES, TELLING BAD PUNS. AM I JUST DESTINED TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT TELL BAD PUNS?"

Papyrus's head snapped up.

"THAT REMINDS ME!"

"It reminds you that you're really bad at muttering? Seriously, I could hear you from all the way down here."

Sans let out a slightly irritated huff.

"And it's not like I'm doing this by choice or anything. I'm just stuck."

Actually just too lazy to use his powers.

But same thing, right?

"IF YOU WERE STUCK, WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"

Sans frowned slightly. Though it still looked like a smile. His face was just stuck like that. "Maybe beca-"

At this point, Sans had to stop and remember that it was forbidden to hurt the prince's feelings under penalty of punishment by King Gaster himself.

Officially, it was imprisonment. But everyone in the kingdom knew better.

And, valuing his life over continuing his witty and rude sentence, he changed it.

"-beeeeecaaaause…I thought the great prince Papyrus would be able to tell?"

…

Sans began to sweat.

…

"OF COURSE!" The prince screamed suddenly.

"Jesus, that was close." Sans muttered.

That was one thing that Sans could do well compared to the prince.

Sans could actually mutter, not just yell while looking away from you.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" the prince asked

"Nothing." was Sans' immediate response.

"WELL, IF YOU SAY SO!"

Papyrus reached down into the hole and lifted Sans up, resting him on his shoulder and patting his back.

Sans' left eye began to glow an ever so slight blue.

"…Papyrus?"

"YEEEEEESS?"

"Put. Me. Down."

"AH! YES! I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE JUST SIMPLY SO OVERWHELMED AT BEING CARRIED ON THE GREAT PRINCE PAPYRUS' SHOULDER THAT YOU NEEDED TO BE SET DOWN TO AVOID SAYING SOMETHING EMBARRASSING IN FRONT OF SOMEONE SO GREAT! KNOWING THAT…I WILL SET YOU DOWN."

The prince set the shorter skeleton on the ground.

As he did this, Sans once again had to remember that it was against the law to offend the overly-excitable prince.

"Yea. That's why I wanted you to put me down. Totally. Because I was overwhelmed."

A normal person might've been able to sense the veiled anger in his voice. But not the prince.

Papyrus opened his mouth to speak, but Sans cut him off.

He was honestly tired of the overly exuberant prince.

"Well, I better be going now. You know, commoner stuff to do."

He began to walk away.

"And thanks for saving me by the way."

Even though he could've gotten out at anytime.

"B-BUT…I WANTED TO SHARE WITH YOU THE MOST SACRED RITUAL OF SHARING THE 'FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI'."

Sans stopped in his tracks.

"Friendship spaghetti?"

Now he had heard it all.

"YES INDEED! IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO TRULY CONFIRM OUR NEW-FOUND FRIENDSHIP!"

"Our 'new-found friendship'? Listen here, pal, You and I? We aren't-"

Sans cut himself of, remembering that he enjoyed being in one piece.

"A-AREN'T…WHAT?" he could hear the worry seeping into the prince's voice.

Sans began to sweat.

"Aren't…I forgot."

"YOU FORGOT? BUT HOW? YOU WERE JUST SPEAKING!" The worry had totally disappeared, replaced with confusion.

Sans shrugged.

"Dunno. Guess I just forgot."

"BUT YOU CAN'T FORGET! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU JUST SAID!"

"Sorry." Sans said calmly.

Papyrus let out an aggravated huff, weakly glaring at the shorter skeleton.

"Oh. But I did just remember something else." Sans started.

"WHAT WAS IT?" the prince asked, curiosity peeked.

"I left something important back at my place. You mind if I go get it?"

"OH! IF YOU'RE LEAVING I'LL JUST COME WITH YOU!" Papyrus chimed.

It wasn't too hard to tell that he was excited to see where this small skeleton lived.

"Nah. It'll just be real quick." Sans said.

"WELL…IF YOU THINK IT'LL BE THAT QUICK. BUT YOU'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER, RIGHT?"

Sans nodded in response, beginning to walk away.

"Yea. Of course, buddy. Just after I grab what I need."

"GREAT! I'LL BE WAITING HERE!"

Hearing those words almost made Sans regret what he was going to do.

But then again, they key word was 'almost'.

Sans waved at him dismissively, walking until he was sure he was out of sight and ducked behind a building. He glanced around once more before simply teleporting to his house.

All while Papyrus waited.

And waited.

And…waited.

"I WONDER WHAT'S TAKING HIM SO LONG." he said aloud, tapping his foot against the ground.

But he still didn't move from the spot.

Just kept standing there.

Fidgeting slightly…

"IT'S STARTING TO GET A BIT DARK. I WONDER IF HE GOT LOST."

And he stood there as it got darker.

And darker.

And even darker.

"IT'S REALLY LATE… HE MUST HAVE GOTTEN LOST ON HIS WAY BACK! I'M SURE OF IT! AFTER ALL , WHO WOULDN'T WANT SOME FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI MADE BY THE GREAT PRINCE AND CHEF PAPYRUS! I'LL GO LOOK FOR HIM! … IN THE MORNING THOUGH. I MUST MAKE SURE I HAVE ALL OF THE INDGREDIENTS TO MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI! IT WILL BE SO GREAT, THERE'S NO WAY HE WON'T WANT TO BE MY FRIEND!" the skeleton yelled.

He waited a few more minutes, just in case.

Just a bit more.

A few more minutes.

But nobody came.

"WELL…I GUESS I'LL GO HOME NOW." he said loudly.

The reason he was being loud wasn't so that the shorter skeleton would hear if he were near.

Just because he felt like being loud.

He stood there just a second before starting to walk back to the castle.

He didn't feel dejected.

Not at all.

The other skeleton had just gotten lost.

And that's why, as he was walking home, he didn't have just the slightest slump in his posture.

However, his eyes were welling up with tears.

But that was only because…he was just so happy to have a new friend.

A/N: I worked on this with my sister :D I love it when we write together~