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You woke from your afternoon nap with a start. A quick glance at your bedside clock told you it was two in the afternoon. Whoops, looks like you slept in a little. You had wanted to be up by half past one today so you could do laundry. You get up slowly, taking care with your left leg. The arthritis was horrible with the cold weather, so you're left leg and hip was more stiff than usual, as well as your wrists and hands.
Once you were standing, you heard an unmistakably loud voice yelling. What was going on outside?
As you stumbled over to the window, you saw a sight you had never thought to see in your small community, maybe even the rest of you life.
A tall skeleton, as it was obviously a skeleton by the way it was dressed in clothing that showed off its spine, was motioning with his whole body to what looked like a moving truck. Looking over to where the tall skeleton was facing at, you saw a smaller skeleton wearing a blue jacket and….shorts? And was that a pair of slippers? You watched as the shorter of the two shrugged and walked over to the back of the truck, emerging with only one bag of socks? before walked into the house next to you.
Monsters had surfaced just a few months ago, you remind yourself, thinking back to all the news channels reporting the surfacing and integration of monsters from Mt. Ebbot, British Columbia. It was a good thing you had such a welcoming Prime Minister who accepted everyone, refugee and monster alike.
You backed away towards your kitchen, seeing the tall skeleton shout at the smaller one.
Looks like you have new neighbors.
Better get the flour out.
The thing with you and baking was that when you made a cake or pie, you made more than one. When the few grandchildren you have come over, they stay long enough to eat most of the treats you make, and what they don't eat, they take home to share with their friends. As the kids were only here a week ago and won't be back for another three months as they lived a few hours drive away. There was always hospitals and orphanages to drop off food though. It wouldn't be the first time you've done that. in fact, you had just dropped off a few pies a week ago for the holidays.
So instead of making the usual half dozen pies, you only made three. Maybe your neighbors would want to share with their friends?
You shut the door gently and carefully picked your way through the small amount of snow down the driveway and over the to your neighbors. The house was a cheery yellow color with brown siding. As you stepped up to the door, your mischievous side came forward and knocked on the door twice, waiting with bated breath if their was a comedian inside.
Sure enough, you heard footsteps shuffle up to the door and a deep male voice answering. “who’s there?”
With a snicker, you reply. “Adore.”
“adore who?” The voice asks with laughter in it.
“There is a door between us!” You say, chuckling as the door opened to show the shorter skeleton. He was wearing a white shirt instead of the jacket, but still had on the shorts and slippers. What you thought were empty eye sockets actually had a small white glowing dot in each which were focused on you and somehow filled with laughter.
“good one.” he said, his teeth stretched wide in a grin. “knock knock.”
Your grin is matching his now. “Who’s there?”
“opportunity.”
“Liar!” You exclaim in mock anger, holding back a giggle. “Opportunity never knocks twice!”
“heh. you caught me red handed.” He held up his hands where in the right one there was a red whoopee cushion.
“My, aren't you just a hoot!” You hold out you're terrycloth covered pies. “I saw you moving in earlier today and thought I’d welcome you to the neighborhood. I live just there,” you say, motioning to the house directly next door.
The skeleton stepped out and looked over to your house, white with red siding only 15 meters away. “oh, we didn't make too much noise when we were moving, did we?” He asked, looking back at you with a sheepish smile.
“Oh no, I would have never gotten up if i hadn't heard your housemate. I should be thanking them, actually.”
A slightly panicked look came over his face. “ah, don't, please. he would take that as a meaning to try harder to wake me up in the morning!”
You stared for a moment before chuckling again. Looks like you found a kindred soul who enjoyed napping as much as you do. “Alright, I won't say a word then. Oh! here are your pies!” You passed them over, making sure he had a handle of them. “I made cherry, blueberry and pecan!”
“geez, thanks. paps and i’ll love ‘em, i'm sure.” he said with a smile. A cold breeze blew through right at the moment and you shivered, pulling back onto the driveway.
“I best be getting back inside. Enjoy the pies!” you say as you turn around.
“thank you. the name’s sans by the way.” He called back.
“I’m _____!” was carried to him by the wind as you walked into your house.
“SANS! Who was at the door?” Sans turned around to see his brother calling down from the top of the stairs with a pair of boxers on the top of his head.
“our new neighbor. She brought over some pies for us.” Sans answered, shuffling over to the kitchen to cut a small slice of blueberry pie. As he ate it, he couldn't help but think it was the best pie he ever had, even better than Tori’s.
“DON'T EAT ALL THE PIE TONIGHT! SAVE SOME FOR FRISK AND THE OTHERS!!”
“ok.”
“I MEAN IT SANS!”
“ok.”
“SANS!!!”