Saturday came and Dr. Gaster watched with amusement as his usually lazy and delinquent son woke up early, completed all of his chores
and even took a shower before 10:00 am. He knew that whoever this girl was, she meant more to Sans than just a help to his schoolwork.
Dr. Gaster was well aware of the kind of girls that Sans was attracted too and he couldn’t help but feel a bit dubious. As the last minutes before ten o’ clock ticked by, he kept a keen eye out.
At ten minutes to ten, he looked up from the book he was reading and peered out of the living room window as a vehicle pulled up to the driveway. The door opened and a young woman stepped out. Dr. Gaster took a good look at her as she gingerly made her way up the driveway. There was no cleavage bursting from her button-up blouse while her skirt sat just below her knees. She walked with an air of modesty and her face bore an angelic innocence. The doorbell rang and Dr. Gaster heard Sans scamper down the stairs. Q