‘While you were sleeping…’
‘What if I overtake you while you’re asleep? (doge)’
‘Adding random flourishes makes coffins reflect light, ah~’
‘Though it’s a bit inappropriate, Sans’s line is too perfect for adaptation.’
‘It might be impolite, but it’s really funny. I couldn’t hold back, you’re still the real driver!’
‘All of you pretend to be so tough, but you’ll be the ones laughing the loudest when the streamer cries.’
‘Indeed, I’m a degenerate, and I love watching!’
…
“But you didn’t.”
Furiko stared blankly into Sans’s eyes. “Even though you had many chances before.”
“Haha, I think you’re right.”
Sans glanced ahead, then his expression softened into a faint smile. “Alright, I’ll consider your suggestion, but I can’t guarantee it.”
As he spoke,
Sans walked closer to her. “Come on.”
“Let’s go to Cauleby.”
Sans leaned down to take Furiko’s hand. The instant their skin touched, Furiko snatched her hand back, her eyes wide, her breathing rapid.
She stared intently at Sans’s hand. There was nothing. He wasn’t hiding anything.
And his sleeves were rolled up quite high. She could clearly see he wasn’t holding anything that could kill her.
It was a lingering effect of being electrocuted, she was truly scared. Even though she had just confidently said she trusted him, her primal survival instinct made her instinctively pull her hand away.
Sans raised his non-existent eyebrows slightly, his gaze complex.
Furiko swallowed, closed her eyes, and took a moment to steady her breathing.
She nodded and followed Sans to Cauleby a few steps away, but they didn’t hold hands.
This caused a brief moment of disappointment among the viewers shipping them, but good things come to those who wait, and they had plenty of patience.
Cauleby was like other shops in Snow Town, but much warmer.
Furiko’s body, against her brain’s commands, began to relax.
After shaking off some snow from its petals, Little Flower immediately urged Furiko to get closer to the heat source. The other customers glanced at Sans before returning to their own activities.
“Follow me, we’ll sit behind the counter.”
Sans beckoned to the hesitant Furiko, signaling her to come closer.
At the counter, Sans stretched lazily as if he were home. “Finally, I can rest. You have no idea how tiring my job is every day.”
“Really?” Little Flower looked unconvinced, questioning, “Then how long have you been resting today?”
“I’m not sure, perhaps I’ve been resting for a while?”
“According to my calculations, at least five hours!”
A drunken monster’s voice called out from behind.
“Well, perhaps more.”
Sans didn’t blush; he even boldly admitted, “So, what would you like? French fries or a burger?”
【French fries】
【Burger】
The long-lost sense of participation made Mochi, who was drooling outside, have a little screen time again. She decisively chose 【French fries】!
Then, in the game, Furiko replied, “I’d like some French fries.”
“Excellent, two orders of French fries, and a bottle of ketchup.” Sans looked at Furiko and asked, “Sweetheart, would you like ketchup or mustard?”
【Ketchup】
【Mustard】
【No preference】
Mochi’s scene appeared again. This time, she chose 【Ketchup】, customizing everything to her taste.
“I’d like some ketchup.”
“Alright, one bottle of mustard and one bottle of ketchup.”
Sans shouted towards the counter, “The food is ordered. Now, I want to talk to you.”
“Wait… you… can eat?” Furiko made a strange expression.
She thought the two orders of fries were for her and Little Flower. She never expected the one with mustard was for Sans himself.
“Hahaha.”
He laughed out loud. “Of course, it would be a shame to miss out on mustard fries.”
“So, you didn’t order for Little Flower?”
Furiko looked reproachful.
“Hmm? Why would I order for it?”
Big-hearted Sans looked bewildered.
“It hasn’t eaten in a long time either.”
“But it’s a flower.”
At this moment, Little Flower chimed in, “Well… Furiko, you might not know, I eat dirt.”
*Puff—*~
Mochi spat out her milk, splattering all over her keyboard.
Damn it,
Real dirt-eater!
Little Flower explained seriously, “To be precise, I absorb minerals from the soil to replenish my energy.”
“Oh, oh, I see. I thought you ate with your mouth like us.” Furiko suddenly understood.
“Oh right, I didn’t really notice until you mentioned it. Why is it here?”
Sans’s face turned cold. “I don’t recall inviting you, weed.”
“So, go photosynthesize elsewhere.”
“Sans, don’t be like that,” Furiko advised.
“It’s fine, Furiko,” Little Flower said. “Don’t worry about me. If anything happens, just call me. I’ll be waiting for you at a nearby table.”
Little Flower quickly got down from Furiko’s shoulder and sat at a nearby table.
“Finally, that weed is gone.”
“I feel better without it.”
“You must have noticed that we never see eye to eye.”
Sans seemed unimpressed with Little Flower. In fact, most monsters from the underworld seemed to dislike Little Flower.
“Haha, I think so too.”
Furiko smiled. Sans looked at her in surprise, clearly not understanding why Furiko was so kind to every monster this time.
Furiko was long accustomed to such surprised looks, perhaps even used to them.
“Little girl, I’ve been wondering: why are you so kind?”
Sans asked his greatest question. “And you always have a smile on your face. Don’t you know how to be cruel?”
“Hmm?”
Furiko blinked slightly, then smiled with understanding. “Of course, I know, but I don’t want to be.”
“But here, if you don’t act that way, you might not survive.”
When being malicious towards others becomes the norm, being kind seems out of place.
In Sans’s view, Furiko was currently out of place in the underground world, which was perhaps why he paid attention to her.
“Perhaps, but I won’t abandon kindness because of it.”
“But…” Sans retorted, “I think some monsters don’t deserve your kindness.”
“But that doesn’t mean we have to speak harshly to them,” Furiko replied with great ease, complemented by the flowers all over her.
The more Mochi watched, the more her heart ached. A person who practiced trust with actions deserved everyone’s respect.
“Have you ever thought…”
Sans tried to persuade her further. “Even the worst people can change?”
“I believe that if one tries, everyone can become a good person.”
“If…” Sans was stunned by Furiko’s answer. He tried to probe deeper. “I mean, if there was a monster, and you knew it hated and disliked you all along.”
“Would you… still be good to it?”
“Of course!”
Furiko stated firmly, “No matter who ‘tA’ is, human or monster, I won’t care.”
“I don’t care what race ‘tA’ is, who they were before, or who they are now.”
“But ‘tA’ deserves to be loved and cared for.”
“Even if that person is you.”
As she spoke, she looked up at Sans.
Furiko’s voice was not loud, but it exploded in Sans’s mind like a thunderclap, completely overturning his perception of this human.
At the same time, Mochi’s livestream also exploded…