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"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?" There beside her was a… skeleton? With blue cat ears and tail? He wore a light blue sweater vest with a white t-shirt and a navy blue and white striped parka. He also wore what appeared to be black jeans and… slippers and socks? She tilted her head in confusion.

"W-what… sir… what're you doing here? How'd you even get into my apartment?! I have a deadlock on my door! This… is supposed to be a sacred meeting! Those offerings are supposed to be for my guide! Do you have any idea what you could've done?!" She shrieked at the last of her sentence as all the serious repercussions swarmed into her mind while gripping her hair frantically.

He… chuckled. “loud one, aren’t ya.” He took a swig of the ketchup. “in answer to all your questions… well, i’m here because you summoned me, i got into your apartment because you summoned me, i know exactly what i’m doing, and this is some nice quality ketchup.” He took another drink of said condiment.

".... Thanks… it's Hunt's. Wait, WHAT?!" She gawfed. "T-that's… YOU'RE A SPIRIT ANIMAL?!" She yelled in surprise.

“yes.” Was his simple, one-worded answer. “your spirit guide, to be specific.”

She blinked a few times. Then pinched herself. "Ow! Okay… not hallucinating… or dreaming. What… sort of spirit animal are you to be precise…? I thought… they came as actual primal animals or mythical creatures… not another person." She asked.

“higher ranking spirits such as myself can take on multiple forms, and thus have a base form. most likely being the form of a human or monster.” He explained, finishing off the ketchup. Upon realizing this he heaved a sad sigh.

Upon hearing the information, she tried to process it all. And then she looked at him skeptically. "If… you're such a big shot in the spirit realm… why… are you here… with me…. As MY guide? I mean! Not that I'm complaining! Really! This is a dream come true for me… it just seems TOO GOOD to be true."

“i’m here because you need me. we are, eh… compatible? of all the spirits, i simply was the one who matched your needs and wellbeing best. so here i am.” He grinned and winked. “hope i don’t disappoint.” He joked.

She blushed and shook her head and waved her hands frantically. "Oh! No no! I hope I don't disappoint you! So, um…" she shuffled a bit in place. "... I'm, obviously, new to the whole process of having a guide… is there a schedule or something that you need to keep hold of…? You know… when you go back home… or something… or do you just stay here… or both?"

“eh. i’ll probably just stick around… though i will probably be gone for about a half an hour at… eight pm to tuck my bro in and read him his story. that’s about it.” He shrugged.

She was even more confused now. 'Spirit animals have siblings? That's new… at least to me. Oh well, at least he has a pretty open schedule.'

"D-do you want to sleep in my room…? Or I can set something up in the living room… ironic as the name is in this situation…" she muttered.

He snorted. “i was wondering if you had a funny bone. guess that answers that. anyway, i’m chill wherever. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” He paused a moment. “we should probably get introductions out of the way though. hi. i’m sans. sans the skeleton.” He extended his arm out to shake her hand.

She grasped his skeletal hand and gave it a shake. "Dianna. Dianna Williams. And I'm sorry."

“sorry? what for?” Sans asked in confusion.

"For not having a verb for an interesting middle name." She joked with a smirk.

Sans busted out laughing. “oh my stars- that was great-” He wheezed.

"No no~ I really mean it. Let me correct myself. *Ahem*" she curtsies, or in this case, pleayes, and says in a overly high pitched British accent, "I am Dianna Williams "the" first. "The" first of my clan to have a royal name from an tragically famous family that spends too much time on photo up magazines and having tea parties for Corgi's. Along with blacklisting my own family because we deem our relationship as toxic as chemical fumes but don't DARE say it too loud because we just won't admit that we need family counseling~~~."

Sans doubled over laughing. It was a very good thing that spirits didn’t need to breathe.

"Thank you, thank you~ I'll be here all week… or until my landlord kicks me out."

“why…. would that…… happen…..?” He panted even though spirits don’t need to breathe. It totally wasn’t for dramatic effect.

"Eh… it could be that I'm running comedy central in my bedroom entertaining my audience without charge… and lack of ketchup." She winked.

He made a pouty face, “miraculously” ok. “we need more. also thanks for the free of charge, i would’ve just put it on my tab anyways.” He yawned. “but it is late. we should probs go to sleep so you don’t get kicked out.” He gave an easy going grin.

"Yeah…" she then noticed that everything that she had laid out for the summoning was gone.

"What the…"

Sans made jazz hands. “mmmmmmagic~.”

"Pfffffffttttt!!! That was horrible!" She laughed.

“but you’re laughing~ i call that a win~” He purred playfully.

She raised a brow while chuckling and smiling. "Yes, and I'm what you call a sore loser. And I now "hate" you for that." She jested.

He looked mock offended. “ah- my poor feelings- i’m turning into a cat and shredding your toilet paper tonight!” He “threatened”.

She narrowed her eyes at him while she smiled. "You wouldn't dare~"

“watch me.” He turned into a cat, winked, and darted for the bathroom.

"SANS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU SKELETAL TURD!!! GET BACK HERE!!!" She ran after him down the hall.

Sans disappeared from sight and there was a sudden weight on her shoulder. “mew.” He cooed in a baritone deadpanned voice. She did a double take and tried to reach for the Russian Blue cat on her shoulders. But he teleported again. "SANS!!!" She laughed while going in circles and getting dizzy from the motion and the adrenaline.

“ok seriously now. let’s go to bed before i make you throw up on your floor or somethin’” Sans said in his cat form. “you gonna be ok there? ya look a little..” He trailed off.

"I-I'm fine! Just a little dizzy… nothing that I can't shake off. C'mon… l-let's get you set up in the living room. Pun intended or not… no one knows." She chuckled.

He chuckled as well. “it’s scientifically proven that shaking makes dizziness worse.” He said smartly.

She gave him a playful stinkeye. "What're you, a teacher or something?" She picked him up and walked into the living room and put him down on the couch while she went to her hallway closet to get the sheets and pillows.

“nah, but my dad was a scientist.” He replied, shifting back into his skeleton form to help out.

She gave him a humored look. "A spirit animal that's a scientist?" She got the pillows and fluffed them up and neatly put them on the couch.

“believe it or not we aren’t completely different from you. we have families, jobs, and education. we aren’t born all knowing like you are led to believe. we are still learning and always will be.” Sans responded as he brought the sheets out.

"Huh. I don't think anyone has said anything about it. Even the ones from my school don't say anything like that." She said as she got the blanket.

“weird. are you in high school or college? you look like you could either be in your last year of high school or your first year of college.” Sans questioned.

"I'm in the middle of my last year in highschool. I'm turning 18 in December on the 25th."

Sans paused. ‘That’s… an important date in this dimension right?’ “what do you call it again… christmas?”

She flinched stiff at the name. Her eyes going dull for a split second. "That… that's right. There's two parts to the holiday. The 24th and the 25th. Also known as Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. The 24th is mostly spent with last minute shopping for gifts for those who are important to you and pre-celebrating with sweets and such. While the day after, friends and family get together for huge parties filled with gut busting delicious food and sweets while at the same time getting drunk off your ass with eggnog and champagne. Then when it's right, we gather around the Christmas tree and open presents that we either made or bought for the other person….. it's a lot of fun. At least… for a while it was. For me." She quietly muttered.

Her reactions and tone didn’t go unnoticed by Sans, who decided that now wasn’t the time to get her to spill her guts. Instead he went for a topic change. “huh. well then. want me to come with you to school tomorrow? and if so, which form would you prefer me to be in? cat or skeleton?”

"Hmmm, I think a cat will do. At least for now. I don't want to make a stir amongst my classmates and friends. At least not yet. Would that be okay?"

“that’s fine. i’ll probably just nap on your shoulder or something.” He shrugged. “or if you really want, i can be a gravity defying catfish.”

She blinked. "You can turn into a fish? I mean, I've heard of fish guides before… never really seen one."

“in that case, i’ll be the fish then.” He grinned. “your friendly neighborhood cat-fish-skeleton thing.”

"Please no. I mean, you can do that when I'm shopping or at the park… but not at school."

“aw, too embarrassing?” He teased.

She gave him a playful stinkeye. "Yes and no. Yes that would be a spectacle but no because it won't just embarrass me it'll just look weird. Doofus."

“ok, ok cat it is… why am i a doofus?” Sans asked as he plopped onto his couch bed.

"Is there really a reason to call a person a doofus if said person thinks it's fun to be called that?" She smirked.

He yawned. “touche.”

She chuckled. "Okay doofus. Goodnight." She said as she walked back to her room and got into bed.

She yawned but smiled. 'Tomorrow is DEFINITELY going to be chaotic.'