An interview with a Skeleton
SAANS, CAN’T YOU WEAR SOMETHING PROPER??? FOR ONCE??? I KNOW ITS HARD TO LOOK AS DASHING AS THE GREAT PAPYRUS BUT CAN’T YOU AT LEAST TRY?
With a sour face, Papyrus pulled at Sans hoodie, as he tried his hardest to put it on his brother properly. The greasy jacket hadn’t been in the wash for at least two weeks, he could swear, and now, that it hung loosely on the shorter skeleton’s shoulders and threatened to slide off at any moment’s notice, Papyrus was beginning to question if Sans wasn’t intending to look as unrepresentable as possible for this day’s interview. And the more he thought about it, the more it bothered him.
Sans, on the other hand, endured the procedure with stoic serenity and only offered a callous shrug in response to his sibling’s on-going complaints about his shabby looks. "relax", he said with an easy-going grin on his face, "it's just an interview. 'sides we've known alma since forever. they're practically family." Freeing himself from Papyrus’ helping hands, he stretched himself and lazily proceeded to walk into the room next door. “see ya, bro.” He waved at him.
In the other room, Alma was sitting at the table already, notebook and pen ready to be used if they needed to. “heya”, Sans plopped down on the chair across of them and cast them a curious glance, “so, uh, lay it on me. what’s that interview biz about, kid?” He cocked his head and waited. He genuinely wanted to know, why they had specifically asked to question him out of everyone else. Sans, the laziest and most unimportant monster out of all.
