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"We're going to be closing soon. Anything else?" Grillby asks the quite fateged skeleton. "Another bottle of ketchup..." he says in an almost complete whisper. *Rinnnnnng. Rinnnng* He looks down at his phone. He lets it go straight to voicemail. 
                          
"Hello. Sans. We have been worrying about you. Frisk begged me to call you. Well we just want to say, we care about you. And I do understand if you do not wish to be bothered at the moment but don't forget, you always have someone there if you need it. We love you Sans. -Tori"
                          
 The dazed skeleton started to well up as he listened to the last few words Toriel had to say. "S-Sir, we're closing at this time." An employee said nervously as he began to touch San's shoulder to snap him out of it. He suddenly looked up to see an empty ketchup bottle in front of him. 
                          
The door creaked open to find San's sneaking into him and his brother's house. He looked at the clock. 1:00 a.m. And then he looked at his house. He saw a huge christmas tree standing in the middle of the living room, with all sorts of decorations hang off of it.
                          
 Next, as the skeleton continued to walk forward throughout his house he saw all his friends a sleep everywhere. They stretched out from the living room to the kitchen. 
                          
Sans looked around to see if he would find his brother Papyrus, but he failed to find him. So then he decided to look for Frisk but failed to do that as well. Suddenly he heard the sound of someone waking up. It was Toriel.
                          
 " Mmm... , S-Sans?" 
"H-Hey Tori... You caught me..." 
"Sans,when did you get here?" 
" Oh, a little while ago. Umm, sorry to ask but, have you seen Papyrus or Frisk anywhere?"
                          
 Sans said as he questioned Toriel. "(Yawn*) I think they're still out getting something special for tomorrow." Toriel said as she began to doze off. Sans' face faded. "Sans, (Yawn*) stop worrying. I bet that they're fine." He looked at Toriel "I hope so..." 
                          
(The Next day...) Sans woke up to find himself lying in his bed. And on his bed side table was a note. 
                          
Dear Sans, 
Merry Christmas! I made you something you need to wear today. No matter if you like it you or not, you have to put it on. Mama (Tori) said you would love it and she helped me pick out the colors! And Papy thinks it would suit you very well. 
Love Ya, 
Frisk :)