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Sans was sitting on a stool at Grillby’s, downing ketchup from the bottle, as Grillby went to the back to get Sans a straw. After a while, Frisk opened the door and walked in, smiled at Sans, and propped herself onto the stool next to him.   “Sup, kiddo?” “Hey, Sans.” “Hehe, how did the date with my brother go?” Sans asked as he continued to sip his ketchup. Frisk blushed and looked to the side. “Um… it was… fine, I guess.” Sans could read her expression easily. “So, you guys aren’t going out?” Sans put down the bottle and waited for an answer.   Frisk fid