Note: ((This will probably be short and not the best. I'm still a beginner writer. Please go easy on me. Edit: I found a way to get the WingDings for Gaster!))
CHAPTER START!
Sans looks at Papyrus with sadness, holding the scarf Papyrus had thrown away.
"*bro... why'd you tell asgore gaster's secrets? he trusted you." The short skeleton asks, looking hurt and confused. "*we both trusted you."
"There's no room for weakness. The underground doesn't need that. It needs strong monsters to fight." Papyrus says.
"*bro... we need you more than anyone else in the underground... you're family, and wouldn't abandon you..." Sans states. "*please don't abandon us."
"But I don't need worthless, weak, disappointing brothers." Papyrus snaps, grabbing Sans by the shirt. "You are nothing to me and if you so much as hinder me, I'll see to it you leave this world all together." Sans kept his shock hidden as Papyrus tosses him into the snow. Sans closes his eyes, a neon blue tear running down his face.
"*fine... you made your choice, pal. as much as it hurts to say, you're not family anymore. good luck with your new, pampered life." Sans stands up and turns his back to Papyrus. "*who knows, maybe in another timeline, we'll be family again." Sans says, walking a short distance away.
"That will never happen." Papyrus says, continuing on his patrol route. Having heard that, Sans covers his face, shaking slightly. The young skeleton begins walking steps into his house, sighing as the sad silence greets him.
"*why'd things have to turn out like this..? it's just not right." Sans mutters. He looks at the red-orange scarf. "*i wish we'd all just go back to jokin' and laughin' as a family. just the three of us livin' on the surface..." Sans wraps the scarf around his neck and prepared himself to find a new job now that he'd been fired from his last one.
Hours have passed and no one will even let Sans into their shop. It made sense after all. Sans is related to Wing Ding Gaster, who had been banished to the ruins. Sans stands in front of the last establishment. A quaint, clean bar called Grillby's. Sans knew the bartender well. The skeleton steps into the bar.
"Oh. Hello, Sans. I'm sorry to hear about your brother, Gaster. He was kind." Grillby says.
"*yeah. i ended up fired. now i'm sort a job and can't get another. no'll even let me in." Sans mutters, sitting on a stool.
"You may work here if you so choose, my friend. My doors have and will always be open for you."
"*thanks, grillby. that helps some, knowin' not everyone looks down on me." Sans says softly. Grillby sets a bottle of ketchup on the counter. Sans glances at it and takes it, lowering his head before chugging the ketchup. "*i think i'm going to visit my bro in the ruins."
"That's you're choice, Sans. But I won't tell anyone, whatever your choice." Grillby tells Sans.
"*when's my first shift?" Sans questions.
"Noon." Grillby answers. Sans glances at the clock then gets up.
"*i'll be back for my shift." The skeleton said before disappearing. When Sans reappeared, he was standing before the Ruins' doors. He knocks.
"Who is it?" A light, feminine voice asks.
"*someone that wants to see their bro." Sans replies.
"Are you Sans by chance?" The other asks.
"*yeah. i'm sans." Sans answers, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. The doors swing open and a goat monster stood on the other side.
"Hurry in. The guards will be here shortly." She says softly. Sans walks into the ruins, the slight breeze from the movement causing the long red-orange scarf to flap. The goat monster closes the door in a rush before turning to a curious Sans. "I am Toriel, by the way."
Sans turns to Toriel, "*nice to meet you, toriel."
"Gaster talks about you all the time. He also says he needs to help you with you're HP." Toriel says kindly, leading Sans through the empty hall ways.
"*oh. yeah. i currently have only one hp." Sans murmurs.
"Oh you poor dear." Toriel sighed.
"*nah. it's not bad, really. just annoying. but hey. good thing i came for a visit, right?" Sans says, smirking.
"It is a good thing." Toriel agrees. They go silent as the leave the hall. The Ruins were spacious and quiet. Just what Sans likes. Toriel walks past Sans, telling him to follow her. Sans slowly walks behind, still taking in the Ruins. Eventually the reach a large, impressive house. Toriel opens the door. Sans stayed outside, sitting an the pile of leaves near the door and leans against the wall. Stress finally caught up with him as he slowly falls asleep.
Gaster walks outside with Toriel. A wide smile breaks out across his features as he sees Sans sleeping on the leaves. Gaster approaches Sans and picks him up. He and Toriel retreat back inside before laying Sans on the couch. The ex-royal scientist is overjoyed to see one of his brothers again. So much so that he stayed near Sans until he too fell asleep. Gaster is woken up by a constant poking hours later.
"*bro. wake up." Sans says.
"๐๐ง ๐โ ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐งโ โก โ ๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐, ๐งโ๐๐ง? (Is it necessary to poke me, Sans?)" Gaster questions, wiping sleep from his eyes..
"*yes. yes it is, bro." Sans replied. Gaster shakes his head, smiling. Sans looks forward, tears falling down his face. Gaster panics a little on the inside.
"๐ง-๐งโ๐๐ง!? - ๐โโ ๐๐ง ๐๐!? (S-sans!? W-what is wrong!?)" Gaster asks.
"*it's nothin', bro. Just a little stressed." Sans lies.
"๐โ ๐๐ง ๐ โ '๐ โ๐๐๐๐', ๐งโ๐๐ง. โก โ ๐โ๐ โ๐ ๐ฃ๐. (It is not 'nothing', Sans. You can tell me.)" Gaster says.
"*paps... abandoned us... right when we needed him the most. just to join the stupid fucking royal guard!" Sans cries and and yells, throwing his hands up then hiding his eyes. Gaster immediately pulls Sans close, his own green tears in his eye sockets. Sans holds onto Gaster, crying heavily. "*p-paps h-hates me..."
Gaster rubs Sans' back, " ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐'โ. ๐'๐ฃ ๐งโ ๐ ๐ ๐โ. (No, no he doesn't. I'm sure of it.)" And hour passed before Sans had calmed down.
"*i g-gotta get to work, bro... I'll see ya later..." Sans mutters, teleporting to Grillby's.
"Just in time. Here's your uniform. You can do what ever tasks you want since I know you do not with to interact with the customers." Grillby says, handing Sans a clean uniform and shoes to go with it. Sans goes to the back room and puts on the uniform with a sigh. Afterwords he goes about cleaning and such.
Meanwhile, in King Asgore's castle, Chara and Asriel are making their way to the large dining room.
"I hope none of it's poisoned this time..." Chara murmurs.
"I do too, Chara." Asriel agrees.
Chara and Asriel sit at the long table with Asgore. Neither child dared to speak, not even in hushed whispers. When platters of food were laid before the two children, Asgore motioned for them to test it. Chara was the first to take a fork full and eat. After swallowing the food, she push the platter away, signalling it was safe. Asriel copied with the next platter, before going into a coughing fit. Asgore narrowed his eyes. Chara secretly tapped Asriel. The young prince straightened up and kept himself from coughing again. The platter was taken away. Chara took a bite from the final platter and pushed it next to the first. Asgore pulled the platters to him and ate. Chara leads Asriel out of the castle, heading for the ruins.
"Luck wasn't on my side this time..." Asriel groans. After some time of sneaking, they make it to the Ruins doors and knocked. The door opens and both kids quickly walk past it. Once they get to the house, they see Gaster on the couch, head in his hands. Toriel sits next to him. Toriel kindly rubs his back bone.
"It will be alright, Gaster. We will fix it." Toriel says.
"โ๐ โก โ ๐๐โ โ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐โ๐ฃ๐ โก? ๐ ๐โ๐ โก โ ๐๐โ ๐ฃโก ๐ โ๐๐ '๐ง ๐ง๐โโโ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โ โ? (How can you fix a broken family? How can you fix my brother's shattered heart?)" Gaster asks softly. Toriel sighs and continues rubbing Gaster's back. Asriel goes to his room and lays in the bed.
"Mom... Asriel got the poison this time..." Chara says. Toriel stands up and gathers things she needs to help her son then goes to his room. Chara sits down in the chair she always sits in and brings her knees to her chest.
"๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ โ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ง ๐. (I hope this hell ends soon.)" Gaster mutters.
"I think most do..." Chara says.
"โ'๐ง โโ๐. ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐โ, ๐๐๐ ๐.(It's late. Good night, child.)" Gaster says, standing up and retreating to his room slash lab. Chara stayed awake, worried for Asriel.
