Flipping the script(swapfell)part 1

chapter 17

“Holy shit, is that—?”

“It is!”

“It's HIM, it's Sans the Assassin!”

“Is that REALLY Papyrus?”

“What are they doing HERE?”

Sans ignored the murmuring, pushing the sole of his boot against Papyrus's face. “Enough,” he said. “Sit on the chair.” He sat back as Papyrus nodded and sat on the chair opposite to Sans, his head bowed demurely.  Sans raised his hand, summoning over a waiter and placing orders for drinks.  "A glass of light cream and blackberry liquor syrup for him, and fire vodka for me.  Leave the bottle," he said, slapping down some gold onto the table.  The waiter nodded and hurried off to get the drinks, and Sans reclined back in the chair, ignoring the yammering around him and focusing on Papyrus.

He supposed it HAD been awhile since he and Papyrus had been out in the general public like this; they preferred their privacy and usually took a shortcut from work to home, sticking to Snowdin for outings for the most part until they were needed for work.

As for the work, it varied based on the need of the moment.  Most of his time was spent between his personal physics work and home while Papyrus practically became Undyne's second-in-command in the engineering department.  Although he TECHNICALLY didn't work there, Undyne pulled a few strings and had Papyrus's labor in the labs written off as 'borrowing' him from Sans and had him properly compensated, making a very tidy profit for himself.  However with recent developments, Papyrus was regaining his independent citizenship and would be earning his own money.

But when the need arose...well, Sans wouldn't call himself an ASSASSIN, per se, but sometimes the higher-ups needed things taken care of that the Guard couldn't be seen handling.  He never went it alone, always bringing Papyrus with him.  Witnesses to their work would describe them as working perfectly in sync, Sans as dangerous as a dagger thrown in the dark and always having his back watched and protected by the immovable Papyrus, who was a terror to be reckoned with if given the command to do so.

It was a double-edged sword that Sans was glad to live with.  He would take the reputation his work gave him if it meant Monsters would leave them alone when they were out in public.  In fact, he couldn't even say his side of things was edged; he LOVED his reputation.  He was respected, feared, and had control of the most powerful attack dog in the Underground, not to mention he was worshiped and loved by Papyrus.

Sans sat up when the drinks were brought over, grabbing the bottle and guzzling it back as Papyrus delicately sipped his own drink.  Three years out of the major public eye, he thought it was time to assert himself and Papyrus properly.

If they had to tear a few limbs off to do so, then so be it.

Papyrus knew that his Lord was in a good mood today; better than usual.  Stopping by Grillby's bar in the Resort for drinks before having some fun in Napstaton's dance club was good enough for today, but when his Lord held up a golden room key and told him that he booked the suite for the weekend, Papyrus thought he would keel over from happiness. 

Seeing the luxurious suite that was all THEIRS for the next three days put him on his knees, his forehead leaning against his Lord's boot as he thanked him over and over.  Sans allowed the prostration before lifting Papyrus's head with the tip of his boot, giving his brother a smile.  "You've been a very good boy, Papy," he purred.  "So good that you deserve some gifts."  He stepped back, walking over to the bed where there was a black box sitting on the end and picking it up.  "Come here."

Papyrus crawled over until he was kneeling almost flush to Sans's knees as Sans sat back and turned the box around, opening it up to show Papyrus.  The younger Skeleton's eyelights glimmered when he saw that inside was a large thick black collar decorated with golden spikes, a thick black leash circling it.  "...oh...m'Lord..."