Or so he thought, or so she thought, or so THEY thought, whatever the gender, it still has the same meaning: You have just been played like the fool you are.
All is quiet, the shifting in Papyrus's room has settled down. Snores began to sound from the pigsty of a room. Perfect, just what he needed to hear. With a quick movement, San's left eye opens. He chuckles softly, his voice laced with a wanting for one thing, revenge.
Quietly sitting up, Sans got off his bed and headed for his closet. He slowly twists the door knob so it won't make noise. He opens the door, and reaching for the floor, he grabs some rope. He got it from Alphys, who of which gave it to him as remembrance of how he mastered rope knots during training. Call it a sentimental thing.
Sans didn't bother to close the door, even though he could do it without making sounds. Going back over to his bed, he searches for his bandanna, quickly finding it. With the stuff in his right hand, he quietly sneaks out of his room, light