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I was born an only child to one parent. My mama passed away when I was born, leaving me to be the light in my father's eyes. I grew up playing in his shop. He was a tailor, a well known one, especially now, working with the mafia.
I can remember the first time I'd seen my father with Don G. He had come late at night with his two sons, asking if they could be fit for new suits, they needed them for the next morning, for a funeral. I'd been peeking through the door when my father caught my spying eye.
He'd brought me in and introduced me to G and his sons, Sans and Papyrus. We were about the same age, me and Paps, and Sans was about 4 years older than me. That first night we talked while my father fit them for suits, Paps had very quietly told me that their mother died. She had tried to protect G from getting shot but she was killed in the crossfire. Sans had been there while she died, he watched his father's’ soul break and felt his break too. Paps said he'd been distant since then.
I'd never hugged anyone outside my family until that night. I'd felt the need to comfort Sans cause I'd lived my whole life with a broken soul. I'd lived my whole life without knowing one of the people that loved me most, I didn't feel whole, I shared his pain, so I consoled. At first he pretended to be tough, but when I pulled him into the stairwell off the back of the shop he broke and sobbed into my embrace until his father pulled him away and took him home.
It was nearing 3 in the morning and my father was still working. He'd asked me to go to sleep because we'd be attending the funeral in the morning with Sans and Papyrus.
I was up at 6 to find the skelebros at my bedroom door. Don G was with them and had politely asked if his boys could stay with me while he talked to my father. I didn't object. Id told Sans and Paps they could lay with me or throw a blanket on the floor, it was clear when you looked them over that they were bone tired.
-Short time skip!-
It was nearing 9am when the skelebros woke up. I had been getting ready for about a half hour when G came to check on them. He'd brought their suits and asked if I could wake them when I was finished getting ready.
I set the suits on my bed and stepped out so the could have privacy. I waited in the hall for them, when the finally emerged we went to meet our fathers downstairs.
The five of us walked out to the alley behind the shop where two cars were waiting. My father told the boys to ride with us and we didn't question it. Sans opened the door for me like a gentleman. By the time Sans was in the front seat, G was driving out of the alley.
I looked at Sans in the seat ahead of me. He rested his head on the window the whole way there, looking out solemnly. The car ride wasn't long. When we arrived at the church I took his hand and didn't let go.