Sans... I know you don't like to, but can you promise me something?
If I'm brought back, and you remember... Please...
Can you find me..?
I don't want to be alone again...
The first thing he heard when he woke up was a constant beeping noise next to him, and then bright lights when he opened his eyes. Above him, he stared at a white ceiling, and he felt his body ache all over. His mind was fuzzy.
"This... doesn't look like any place I know," he thought, not being able to remember. Looking over at the beeping he saw a machine, and noticed it kept track whenever his heart beat.
Wait... heart? Last time he remembered, he never had a heart, or any other organs for that matter..
He felt a shift next to him, and looking over he saw someone, who was slowly sitting up and stretched with a loud yawn. When they finally noticed him, their eyes widened.
"S-Sans.. You.. You're awake!" The shock was replaced with joy as they smiled widely. Around their neck was an orange scarf. The only person he knew who wore a scarf like that was his brother...
"H-heya," Sans managed to say, finding it hard to speak for some reason. His throat felt sore, as if he hadn't spoken in forever. Giving a small laugh, he continued, "So... Where am I?"
"Hospital, silly!" There was no mistaking this was his brother Papyrus. His voice sounded exactly the same, and the scarf he wore was the same as well. Although, he was human... "Don't you remember?" Papyrus asked, his voice taking a more worried tone and his volume lowered.
Sans once more let out a small laugh, this time nervous sounding. "Not.. Not really. I can't remember anything really."
Papyrus sighed, leaning on the bed once more. He took his brothers hand, which caused Sans to look over and saw that his hand had flesh over it like Papyrus, meaning he was human too. "You had an episode," he said finally, getting Sans' attention to look back up at his brothers face, although Papyrus wasn't looking at him, instead was looking at his hand. "Actually, it was the worse one you've had... You've been in a coma for over three weeks now.."
Three weeks?
Man, he was lazy and slept a lot, but in a coma for three weeks... That was outrageous it seemed. Even he would get tired of sleeping for three weeks straight.
"The doctor said this might happen, with you not remembering much. But, don't worry! I'll help you!"
His brother was just the same, which gave Sans a sense of relief. Though, he still didn't know what was going on. Why was he and Papyrus suddenly human? Where was he, and how'd he get here? His mind was in such a fuzz, and all he knew was that he didn't know anything, that this was all wrong. However, at the same time, he felt sort of... happy about this? As if a large weight was lifted off his shoulders.
Can you find me...?
A familiar sounding voice came to his head. He didn't know who it was... Wait, or did he? He got a sudden rush of needing to find someone, though he had no idea why, or who, or what they looked like.
What was going on?
A knocking at the door drove Sans out from his thinking, which may have been good, except that for some reason he recognized the person who walked in.
"Dad! Look, Sans is awake!" Papyrus said happily, having looked up and over at the door as well when the knock came. A tall man had walked into the room, wearing a turtleneck and long black coat. His eyes had scars over them.
The man smiled at the news, looking over at Sans. "Well, you certainly gave us a scare. Good to see you're finally awake. How do you feel?"
Sans took a moment to speak, since his mind was still trying to wrap around what was going on. "Ah... Fine, I guess."
"I was going to bring you home, Papyrus, but since he's awake now I'll go let the doctor know," he said as he was turning back towards the door, and as he left Papyrus waved goodbye happily.
Gaster. His name is Gaster, and he couldn't remember much about him except that he was a man that had vanished. Though, judging by what Papyrus called him, he figured now this man is his father. Weird...
"H-hey, Pap," Sans said, getting his brothers attention. "What happened.. to his eyes?"
"Oh! You must not remember! Something went wrong at work he said, and he got those over his eyes, and even his hands got pretty messed up! But worry not, dad can still see! He just needs glasses now when he needs to read!"
"Yeah... Now I remember," Sans said, even though he felt like he was lying. He really didn't remember that though, or really anything for that matter. Well, except he did remember how this was all wrong. They were supposed to be in some place called the Underground. Him and Papyrus were skeletons. There were monsters. Another thing he remembered, that he always remembered... the RESETs.
This wasn't just a regular RESET he figured, this was something else entirely. Everything about it though was so fuzzy, there was barely anything that stood out in great detail. Like he could just barely make things out.
Papyrus stood up, which caught Sans off guard and out of his mind. "I'll leave you to rest, brother," he said happily. "I can't wait to tell everyone the good news!" And before Sans could say anything, Papyrus was gone. He was now all alone in the room with the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Funny thing was that this all felt so normal but so unfamiliar at the same time. Why couldn't he remember anything of this life? Was it because of what Papyrus said?
His mind raced, causing him to start to have a headache. He muttered a curse under his breath, before finally closing his eyes. Whatever was going on he could figure out once he left this place and got some rest... Even though you'd figure someone who had been in a coma for over three weeks wouldn't want to sleep.
It had taken a while, perhaps two weeks but being bed ridden all day made you lose your sense of time, but finally Sans was let out of the hospital after his vitals were checked repeatedly, and was prescribed medication to make sure whatever happened wouldn't again. During his time there, he had slowly regained some memories of his human life here, but not anything useful, such as his birthday, age, a small idea of the layout of his home, and things about Papyrus which he figured was the only useful information. None of this helped him to figure out why he was suddenly human, or why he could even remember being a skeleton living underground.
It was all weird, and all too much, so when he was finally let out of the hospital, he figured he'd take the time to figure out more about his life now. If he didn't have Papyrus by his side, he figured he would have gone mad. There was always time to figure things out later after he got a better understanding of where he was and all that.
"Well, we're home," his dad- that felt too weird to think of but oddly right?- said, as they pulled up in front of a building after having driven from the hospital, which actually seemed like a good five to ten minutes away, and Sans figured they lived so close to one because this wasn't the first time something like this has happened, especially since he had been handed a medical mask before stepping outside by Papyrus. On it was a drawn grin in black, and currently he wore it. Once more, such a familiar feeling...
Sans stepped out of the car, looking at the building with faint familiarity, and it reminded him much of the house he vaguely remembered from his mind. Even stepping inside, the interior was much alike, except for the fact there were more rooms since it wasn't just him and Papyrus living together. Papyrus happily followed Sans behind, going on and on about how the house wasn't the same without Sans in it, except that his sock was still sitting on the floor in the same place, hinting towards Sans that he still needed to pick it up.
"Ah, hey Pap," Sans said, turning to his brother and grinning a bit, even though it couldn't be seen past the mask. "I don't really remember where my bedroom is..."
"Oh! Not to worry, brother!"
"Good idea, help your brother out if he needs anything, Papyrus, I need to run to work and I'll be back later."
After a short goodbye, Gaster (what even was his name here? Should he just continue to call him dad?) left the house, and Sans heard the roar of the engine of the car slip away into the distance before it was gone.
Eagerly, Papyrus hurried up the stairs, calling behind him for Sans to follow. Slowly, he did just so, finding it was actually a little difficult to get up the stairs but somehow managed. It was probably something he had insisted on, since he knew Papyrus wouldn't have agreed to it if he could. He was lead to the end of the hall, where Papyrus had flew open a door and went inside. The room was messy, extremely messy, with books and clothing thrown here and there, and some other junk it looked like.
"This is your room! Left it just the way you did! Er... Well, except some things, I washed some of your clothing because it was starting to smell in here," Papyrus explained as Sans looked around, before sitting down on his bed. It creaked a little under his weight.
Sans couldn't help but feel alienated from everything. It was hard to remember anything, but at the same time everything seemed so familiar to him. It was weird, and if he had to be honest, a little terrifying as well. He didn't know where anyone was, or if he even knew who they are. It was just names and figures playing in his head that were so familiar and so distant.
He had gotten so lost in thought, he didn't hear Papyrus calling his name for a moment. "Ah, yeah bro?" Sans said, looking up, and he saw a worried expression across his brothers face. "Are you okay, Sans?"
"Uh... Yeah, just thinking, I guess..."
"About what?"
"Don't worry about it."
"You can tell me. I won't tell dad, or anyone, I promise."
"No, I know, I know... I just don't really know what's going on."
Papyrus sat down on the bed next to Sans, turned towards him. "That's okay, you can tell me what you do know."
It was such a relief to have Papyrus here, the only one who didn't seem so different, even if his appearance was and just be there for him. Sans sighed, trying to get everything together. "I just can't remember much. Everything seems weird and different, but I know everything, you know?"
"You were in a coma for a while, brother. They said you might have suffered some minor brain injuries."
"I know, I heard that, but... Heh, it's just weird. I had such a vivid dream, and now I can't tell what's real or not."
"Sans," Papyrus said, his voice and expression growing more worried as he gently put a hand on his brothers shoulder, "everything right now is real, I promise. This is real, not a dream. You'll start remembering things soon. I'll help you, don't worry so much."
Sans let out a light hearted laugh and nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Pap."
"No problem, brother! It is my job to make sure you adjust!" Papyrus said with pride, grinning widely and holding his hands to his hips as he stood up. "Dad said he'll be gone for a while, do you need anything else?"
Sans shook his head. "Nah, I'm actually exhausted. I think I'll take a nap."
"You slept for over three weeks! And that's all you did in the hospital!"
"What can I say? It's so easy, I can do it with my eyes closed."
"OH MY GOD! Fine! Go to sleep! I'll wake you up when dad gets home!" Papyrus said, clearly angered by his brothers' joke as he stormed out of the room. Sans watched him leave, and laughed a little after he left the room, and even heard him grumbling as he went downstairs. He really did feel extremely tired, and he really didn't want to think any more. At this point, he'd rather be asleep than thinking because it just drove him more and more crazy, so finally he decided to lay down and fall asleep, which too no trouble at all. At least that was another thing that hadn't changed...