UltSans moved smoothly, placing the briefcase down beside the register while helping Clara unload the clothes from the bags.
His movements were calm, casual.
But his voice?
That was another story.
With a lazy smirk, he tilted his head slightly, his tone dripping with teasing amusement.
UltSans:"Also… about what you asked me earlier…"
He paused just long enough to let the tension build.
Then—
His grin widened.
UltSans:"Player 1 wants to continue the game~, does Player 2 accept?~"
Clara's hands paused mid-movement.
She let out a small scoff, shaking her head before choosing to ignore him.
She continued pulling items from the bags, acting as if he wasn't even there.
UltSans clicked his tongue.
UltSans:"I guess I have to… 'speed'… things up, huh?~"
And then—
Without warning—
A sudden slap.
His hand smacked lightly against her left buttock.
Not hard.
Not aggressive.
But just sharp enough.
Clara gasped, her body jolting as she jumped slightly.
Her breath hitched—eyes widening in pure, unfiltered shock.
UltSans, meanwhile, acted completely unbothered.
Didn't even look at her.
Just continued unloading the bags, his face as casual as ever.
Then, without missing a beat—
UltSans:"Uhm… don't tease me~."
Clara snapped out of her shock, whirling toward him.
Clara:"Tease you?! How am I teasing you?!"
UltSans smirked, finally glancing at her.
His expression was lazily amused, as if he was explaining something obvious.
UltSans:"Well, you know…"
He leaned slightly toward her, lowering his voice just enough to send a chill up her spine.
UltSans:"If you place a piece of meat in front of a hungry lion, it'll probably bite your hand off too."
Clara froze.
Her mouth opened, then closed.
Her brain shut down.
Because—
Oh.
Oh.
She had walked straight into it.
UltSans hadn't been the predator in this game—
She had been feeding him without realizing it.
And now?
She had his full attention.
For a moment, her cheeks warmed—
Not from embarrassment.
No, this was something else.
Something more dangerous.
Something she wasn't prepared for.
Clara exhaled sharply, gripping the bag in her hand a little tighter than necessary.
Then, with an aggressively forced calmness—
Clara:"...You're a damn problem."
UltSans grinned.
UltSans:"And you're an enabler. Look at us—meant to be, huh?"
Clara glared.
But her lips twitched—just barely.
After far too long at the register, Clara continued unloading the rest of the clothes, placing them in neat stacks.
Meanwhile, UltSans casually opened the briefcase, pulling out a thick wad of cash.
He glanced toward Clara, his tone playful.
UltSans:"Do we give a tip?"
Clara, still recovering from the mental chaos he had just thrown her into, simply shrugged.
Clara:"Do as you want."
UltSans let out a mock sigh.
UltSans:"I mean… it's my money, yeah. But technically, I gave it to you. So—"
His smirk returned.
UltSans:"Depends on you if you also wanna give a raise or not~."
Clara rolled her eyes.
But deep down—
She knew.
This was far from the last time he'd win.
Clara exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders as she finally finished unloading the last of the clothes.
UltSans stood beside her, still holding the wad of cash, smirking as he waited.
UltSans:"Well? What's it gonna be, Clara? Generosity? Indifference? Maybe a little corruption?~"
She turned her head slightly, giving him a tired yet amused look.
Clara:"...You're seriously putting this decision on me?"
UltSans:"Yup. You're a free woman now, might as well get used to making choices with a loaded wallet."
Clara clicked her tongue, shifting her weight onto one foot as she glanced toward the cashier, who was very carefully pretending not to listen to their conversation.
Then—without hesitation—she reached forward, plucking a few bills from UltSans' hand.
She turned to the cashier, placing them down on the counter.
Clara:"There. That should cover the trauma of watching this idiot flirt."
UltSans let out a low chuckle, glancing at the money she had just dropped.
It wasn't a ridiculous amount—a few hundred at most.
Enough to be generous, but not overboard.
He whistled slightly.
UltSans:"Huh. Expected something either stupidly high or nothing at all."
Clara smirked.
Clara:"I'm a balanced woman."
UltSans leaned in slightly, his grin widening.
UltSans:"Yeah? I could definitely test that."
Clara ignored him, turning back toward the cashier.
Clara:"That should be enough, yeah?"
The cashier, still slightly overwhelmed by everything happening, just nodded quickly.
Cashier:"Y-Yeah! More than enough, actually… Thank you."
Clara gave a simple nod, before turning back toward UltSans.
Clara:"Alright, we're done here."
UltSans tilted his head slightly.
UltSans:"So, what now? More shopping? A fancy dinner? A casual kidnapping? I got time."
Clara raised a brow.
Clara:"You kidnapped me this morning."
UltSans shrugged.
UltSans:"Yeah, but that was a work kidnapping. This would be for fun."
Clara sighed through her nose, grabbing the shopping bags and motioning toward the exit.
Clara:"Let's just go, Player 1."
UltSans' grin widened.
UltSans:"Ah~ so we are continuing the game. Good choice, Player 2."
With that, they walked out of the store—and the game, whatever it was, continued.
Got it. You want better visualization, more detail, and deeper immersion. I'll push the quality further and give you exactly the level of narration you expect.
A Call, A Problem, and an Unwanted Detour
Just as Clara and UltSans were about to step out of the store, her phone buzzed.
She barely glanced at the screen before letting out a tired sigh. With one hand, she set the shopping bags down beside her, rolling her shoulders as if already dreading whatever conversation was about to happen.
Without hesitation, she answered.
Clara:"Yes, Mom?"
Meanwhile—
UltSans, completely indifferent to the interruption, simply lifted his right hand.
Without a single wasted motion, every bag lifted off the floor, effortlessly hovering around him, their shapes bathed in a soft blue glow.
They drifted in place, weightless, as if reality itself had forgotten to apply gravity.
His pupils pulsed with a sharp, glowing blue, the same intense energy radiating from his fingers, lazily keeping the items suspended.
His left hand still held the briefcase with ease, his stance relaxed, unconcerned.
UltSans didn't interrupt Clara's call.
He didn't even acknowledge it.
He just stood there, casually making all of Clara's shopping float like a ghostly entourage.
Through the speaker, a familiar voice—warm yet firm—came through.
Eleanor:"Honey, can you come? We need you here for something important."
Clara's brows furrowed.
She shifted her weight onto one foot, already bracing herself for the incoming headache.
Clara:"What is it now, Mom?"
A small sigh on the other end.
Eleanor:"Honey, please. This time, it's something urgent."
Clara scoffed.
Clara:"Is this just another one of your 'family reunions' that you want to force me into?"
Eleanor:"Your sister, Melissa, came to visit. She asked about you."
Clara's face instantly dropped into one of deadpan disinterest.
Clara:"Well, tell her I ain't going."
A beat of silence.
Then—her mother's voice softened.
Eleanor:"Not even for me?"
Clara's jaw tightened slightly.
Her fingers curled around her phone.
A long, heavy exhale.
Then—
Clara:"...Alright. But this is the last time I deal with her. Just for you."
A pleased, knowing hum from her mother.
Eleanor:"Thank you, honey. See you soon. Love you."
Clara:"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Mom."
She hung up, shoving the phone roughly back into her pocket.
Then, reaching down—
Her heart suddenly jumped.
The bags were gone.
Her head snapped up, her eyes darting wildly, body tensing in reflexive panic.
Then—
She saw them.
Floating effortlessly beside UltSans.
The shopping bags drifted in the air, surrounded by the same eerie blue glow.
UltSans' pupils gleamed brighter, casting an unnatural light across his sharp features.
His right hand remained slightly raised, the blue aura pulsating softly around his fingertips.
He wasn't even looking at her.
Just standing there, completely at ease, watching her with the faintest of smirks.
UltSans:"Problems in paradise?~"
Clara groaned, rubbing her temples.
Clara:"Oh, shut it."
UltSans chuckled, adjusting his grip on the briefcase.
Then—tilting his head slightly, his voice smooth with mischief—
UltSans:"I guess our next stop is your house? Or your mom's? I don't know where you live, but her house, no?"
Clara's jaw clenched.
Her eye twitched.
Clara:"My stop. Not yours."
UltSans grinned.
UltSans:"You do realize I'm gonna follow you, right?"
Clara exhaled sharply.
UltSans:"Besides…"
He motioned toward himself with mock grandeur.
UltSans:"Infinite money~... Problems solved~... Do you really want to move away from me?~"
Clara hesitated.
She hated that he was right.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she pulled her phone back out.
The line barely rang twice before her mother picked up again.
Eleanor:"Honey? Did you forget something?"
Clara:"Mom, how many people are there?"
Her mother hummed thoughtfully before answering.
Eleanor:"Oh, you know… Your father, Richard, your sister, Melissa, Melissa's son, Nathan, and me."
Clara froze.
Her expression shifted.
Clara:"...Wait. Did she have a son?"
A small pause.
Then—mild surprise in her mother's voice.
Eleanor:"She didn't tell you, honey?"
Clara:"No! She doesn't tell me anything!"
A soft chuckle from the other end.
Eleanor:"Well, Nathan is a very beautiful young boy."
Clara rubbed her face aggressively.
Clara:"Yeah, yeah…"
Then—without much thought—
Clara:"I'm bringing someone. Just letting you know for—"
Eleanor:"Oh?"
The tone shifted instantly.
The shift was dangerous.
Eleanor:"A new boyfriend after so long?"
Clara's brain stalled.
Eleanor:"What does he do for work? What are his studies? Is he—"
Clara:"Mom, stop. Listen."
Her mother, blissfully ignoring her attempt to change the subject—
Eleanor:"Who is he? Someone from your job? Someone important?"
Clara pressed her fingers against her forehead.
Clara:"Mom, why do you assume it's a man? Maybe I'm bringing a woman."
The line went silent for a moment.
Then—
Eleanor:"Honey, are you implying—"
Clara:"No, I'm not. Just telling you to stop assuming."
A pause.
Then, with a casual, almost smug tone—
Eleanor:"Alright, honey. See you soon. And tell your boyfriend to bring some wine. We want to celebrate something. Love you."
Then—before Clara could even protest—
The call ended.
She stared at her phone.
Her eye twitched violently.
UltSans, who had been watching with obvious amusement, finally spoke.
UltSans:"...Need a massage?"
Clara let out a long, drawn-out groan, shoving her phone back into her pocket.
Clara:"Not now… I'm not in the mood…"
UltSans hesitated.
Then, lowering his right hand, the floating bags gently descended to the floor.
He placed the briefcase down as well.
And—without warning—
His hands landed softly on her shoulders.
And he started to massage them.
Firm. Steady. Intentional.
Clara tensed instantly.
Then—slowly— she relaxed.
She wouldn't admit it.
But it was helping.
And for once—
She didn't argue.