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After he had stormed up to his room, Sans had gone to his bed and buried himself under the covers. He was angry, that was for sure, and his bones rattled with the intensity of the emotions that were boiling within him. 
He didn't want to go back downstairs and confront Gaster again. He also didn't want to face Papyrus, either -- because, for one, he felt bad for snapping at him, and for another, he didn't want his own brother to lecture him about his own behavior. 
He also wasn't hungry. His own anger and frustration prevented him from feeling any form of hunger. 
So, knowing that he wanted to be alone for the rest of the night, Sans took off his hoodie and tried to go to sleep.
Well, more like he tried to force himself to sleep. 
But when tried, he did not succeed. He rolled around on the mattress, over and over, trying to get comfortable. But nothing he did allowed him to go to sleep. The only thing he accomplished was messing up the sheets and kicking

At the Under Town police station, Ondine and Paxton were sitting in the seargent's office, working on the case of the Daffodil Killer (that was how they nicknamed the murderer). About a week after the second murder, another person had been killed. This time, it was an twenty years old waitress of the fancy restaurant (that also belonged to Metananda). She had been taken by surprise by the killer when she was taking the trash out behind the restaurant. With already three victims, the situation was becoming very serious. As the two cops were studying the case, Paxton remarked an interesting fact Ondine failed to notice.
"There's a detail caught my attention. The young waitress wasn't wearing an apron. But she was still at work, she wouldn't have just taken it off."
"So, you guess is that the killer took it off?" - Ondine asked.
"Yes. And the fact her apron had been taken off made me notice something we missed while studying the two other crime scenes!" - Paxton pursued - "The boy at the