Falling was all you remember; even the last sight to your eyes was the sunlight fading away as you slipped through a barrier. It felt slow and your eyes take in the surroundings while you fall, gems dotting the top of where you fell in from like stars, then suddenly. Darkness when your body came in contact with the ground below you. The scene repeats in your head, what you remember was climbing Mt. Ebott with a group of friends for your twenty-second birthday, then getting separated from them, and now you had fallen through the barrier.
Your mind is reeling with thoughts as you lie on something soft, but your mind is already full of adjusting what just happened. Opening your eyes all you see is still darkness; you close them again to see if they're just adjusting. You lay there to assess your body, moving hands, feet, your arms, and turning your head to make sure you didn't break anything. When you were certain that your body was fine, is when you lift a hand to your head.
Your head hurt and you guessed you hit it when you connected with the ground. Your other hand goes down to touch what you fell onto, it feels like flowers fingers delicately tracing the edges of a stem to the petals to confirm this. Sitting up you open your eyes again thinking all you had to do was rest them. Still darkness; fear sets in as your hands go up to your face to feel for any damages. There was nothing protruding from what you could feel, so your guess was your senses got knocked a little too much.
Feeling around for anything, it was hard while your head just pounded in retaliation for moving. Under your fingers across the flowers you can make out what feels like dust, your hand inches away from it. You keep feeling for something then your hand comes in contact with wood, a stick. Picking it up, it was long enough to use as a walking stick, and this excited you a little, it meant that you didn't have to go around without something to either defend you or "see."
There was no sense staying where you were, and with a reluctance you stand up putting your weight on your body then test out the stick. Tapping it on the ground like you have seen the blind man use in shows, you use it to gauge your distance, your bare feet against the flower bed, and take a few steps. Your feet come in contact with stone, it was cold and almost damp. This continues for a little while till the stick comes in contact with a wall and you are instantly against it as a guide. Hand braced against the stone surface, you keep moving till there is a gap.
Rounding what feels like a threshold you keep walking along the corner edges avoiding the centers since there is no way to know what is there, and you were not feeling up to the challenge when you can't see. Halfway through the room is when you feel an odd sensation, a sensation of dread itself. A bloodlust seems to hang in the air, and you swallow the lump in your throat. You wait till the sensation leaves or you feel brave enough to keep going. Taking another step is when you hear it, it came in this double echo tone, and it chilled you.
"Howdy~ What are you doing over there? You should come closer, so I can introduce myself better." The tone is cheerful, playful maybe a hint chiding, it wasn't a request from the tone it used. Using the stick to guide you, you walk closer to the source of the talking, sweeping the stick close to them and hearing.
"Hey, watch where you are swinging that thing! You almost hit me!" You could feel eyes bearing down on you, and stopped where you were. A dizzying sensation started while you stand there. When it was sure it had your attention, it speaks again.
"Now that you're here, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower." What this thing say was true, it's a flower? You couldn't hold back laughing, you were scared over a flower. Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought. This doesn't go unnoticed; the tone and pitch changes to something borderlined demonic.
"STOP LAUGHING!" You felt your heart flutter and something resonate to you, out of darkness you see it, did your vision come back? You glance around to see your surroundings, it was pure dark, and what was in front of you was a flower.
"Now that I have your attention… You're new around here aren'tcha?" The eyebrow of one eye raises and a smug look on the flower's face told you this was real. How you were even seeing was a question, but when it spoke again you feel the color draining from your face. Nodding in response to the question.
"Well lucky you, I'm going to show you how things are done around here." A sensation in your chest starts up again, then you see in front of you a floating heart, almost a dark blueish purple color. This was odd for you and you shrink back till the wall is behind you. You then find yourself unable to move, was this it? Were you going to die here?
"Why are you running away? It's a little rude to walk away from someone being nice to explain something." There is a scowl on Flowey's face, and it changes expressions to a pleasant smile. "Anyway, around here in the Underground we rely on this thing called LV, or LOVE, it helps you stay strong here. How to get LOVE is through EXP, but, it looks like you might not need this explanation." A twisted grin appears.
"So sad, that you injured yourself in the fall, kind of makes explaining this pointless." Flowey knew something you didn't, and while your eyes were on them, you couldn't help the curious expression appearing.
"Ohhh, you don't even know, do you? It makes not telling you even better. I'll let you, to yourself." Still confused, you didn't know what the flower meant till darkness once again took over your vision. Blinking you close your eyes, only to open them thinking it was a trick, still darkness. The weight of the situation sticks as realization suddenly sets in.
When it washed over your face, is when Flowey speaks up again. "Do you get it? If not, let me enlighten you." There is a sadistic laugh, as color drains from your face. The thought coming as quick as their voice does.
" d!" More laughter follows, the blood rush from your head again makes you sway on your feet, and you feel the ground underneath your body again.
"Don't worry! At least you have me here to keep you company~ R!" The laughter picks up until there was a shocked squeak from Flowey, a gleam of light itself you can make out. Then nothing again.
"Such a pest, honestly someone should do something about it." An irritated hiss in the voice, sounded female, and gentle despite the anger in her tone.
"Oh dear!" A soft voice can be heard a lot closer, and a hand covers your head; assessing your head for injuries. You feel fur and lift your head into the softness you feel. "Are you hurt?" You would have answered if it weren't for the sudden exhaustion washing over you, even as a hand grabs for the one on your head.
What you do manage out, is a small response to her question when it registered. "Can't… see…" Then as if the darkness could get darker, it did as you lose consciousness. You do recall a sensation of being lifted up, and quick murmuring of "Hold on, I'll get you somewhere safe."
That was all that was left, as the rest of you slipped into sleep.
You were still clutching the stick in your hand too, and you don't recall losing it, but you do feel it slip from your fingers. Your mind races and repeats what you encountered, not able to get that sick and twisted grin out of your head. Not fighting sleep, you let it take over and give some relief. A relief that wasn't so easy.
Your surroundings were dark again, and vaguely there is a dim light, you're drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was the only thing you had to go on, as you approached, you hear a crack under your feet. Staying still, your thoughts reel at what it meant, but keep going. The cracking continues, what follows is the sound of water just underneath; in light plips as the ground behind you fell away. Speeding up your walk towards this light; the ground starts shaking and crumbling faster, fissures in the ground course under your feet and threaten to give out if you dare keep your weight on it.
Just behind you is that maniacal laughter, it's loud in your ears, deeper and more distorted in the vast area. Looking over your shoulder, you see it, with gnashing teeth and bearing down on you, chasing after as a predator with a wounded prey. Your feet pick up with the looming threat above you, your so busy that you don't see the vine coming up to stumble you. When your body collides into the path, you fall through it and into what feels like a sludge substance, inky and black. Your head pokes above the liquid substance and lets out a scream, hands clawing back at the path to reach it, to get back onto it, a glimmer of hope just hanging off the edge as a thread or vine. You reach that, only to have a large red eye peer down at you.
"Were you hoping for something?" Shock on your face, before you feel yourself sinking into the mire. The glow of those eyes gleaming, you could even feel yourself shaking in the grasp of the tendrils around you. "You'll stay with me~ Forever, remember that!" Your head echoes those words, and when you cry out for some sort of help. A sickening chiding voice the one that has been bothering you since you heard it.
"But nobody came." Another scream comes from you, and this time you wake up out of your nightmare, once again greeted to darkness. Tangled in bedsheets, and blankets, a very worried and frantic voice over you.
"Wake up! It's just a bad dream! Come on, wake up!" Gentle shaking on your shoulder, firm yet gentle rousing you from your shock. Taking deep breaths, you start to calm down, eyes still trying to adjust or focus, only to realize that it wasn't a dream, that you were indeed blind. The hand that was gently shaking your shoulder moves to collect you and hold you close, to what you feel is a woman, but with fur, and a unique smell to her. Something of cinnamon, and earthy almost a dirt, but unique to her.
Quiet murmuring in your ear to calm you further, the hand on your back rubbing it in her attempt to sooth you, as a child. You were far from a child, body developed in a rather nice young woman, a little more curved than your friends, but it is you. The being that holds you finally pulls back when she is certain you have calmed down.
You feel a sensation of being untangled from the sheets and blankets. "How on earth did you get tangled like this?" Her voice seems a little perplexed with unwinding the blanket from around your arms and legs, the sheets from your torso and neck. You feel free and breathe a sigh of relief. It was just a dream.
"I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins here in the underground. I'm sorry if you were scared." Her voice falters, sad-like. You could tell she felt guilty, if she had gotten there sooner, you may have not been hurt. You feel blind for an arm, and Toriel gives you the hand, curious to see what you will do. You bring it to your face and rub it against the hand.
"O-oh my, what are you doing?" Surprise in her voice, but you felt compelled to do this, and the fur felt really soft, like some plush mink, like the blankets you had at home.
"So soft." Perhaps you were still coming out of shock yourself, but the feel of the fur against your face lets you calm down more. You're allowed to continue till Toriel decides it is just a tad bit awkward for her.
"I think, that is enough, such an odd human you are, but if that helped you calm down. Then I am glad to be of help." There is a happy tone to her voice, but it soon turns a little more serious as she helps you up from the floor and sets you on the bed to assess you, as well as determine something.
"Can you see my hand?" She questions, you can feel the motion of her hand in front of your face along with the heat from it. Shaking your head.
"No. I can't see it…" You respond and down cast your head.
Toriel frowns, and then tries her magic. "Can you see this?" There is light and that sensation in your chest from earlier is back; only this time you didn't feel afraid, more felt warm inside. Your eyes adjust and now you could make out the features of Toriel. You nod your head as a response, she keeps the magic going for now so you can see her. She reminded you of a goat almost, face wise, but the rest is more humanoid, she was tall too, she is sitting down in front of you to be at eye level.
"This is very strange." Toriel presses a hand to her face and tilts her head to think. This was something out of her expertise to heal. "I tried healing you when you came in, I thought my power might have fixed why you couldn't see. It appears I was wrong." Her reddish eyes downcast in her failure to help someone.
You were about to say something, when she shakes her head then looks back up to your face. "I'm sure we can figure something out for you. At least get you use to your bearings, and use to things." Toriel offers to help you get use to blind life, she dims the magic unable to provide an answer for you, about your state.
"Are you hungry? I made a pie while you were asleep." The cinnamon smell made sense, and the hint of butterscotch. Your response to the question was made for you from your stomach growling. It had been hours since you last ate something, that morning before the climb was made. You cover your face in embarrassment at it being heard, and a light-hearted laugh comes from Toriel.
"Well, I think that answers my question. Come now, I'll help you around the house." She takes one of your hands and helps guide you out of the room, towards where the smell of food was stronger. You are led by the hand by Toriel; till you were seated in a chair, fidgeting and nervous since your arrival.
Not being able to see made things hard, and using the edges of your fingers, you feel around the surface of a table, smooth hard wood with a drape in the center. Your hand brushes against the cold glass of a flower pot. You pull your hand back when Toriel's foot falls can be heard close, and something placed in front of you. A fork is tapped to your hand and you take it, you're assisted in learning where the plate is, and not to eat it with the other end of the fork when you try to.
As you eat your share, you feel a sense of warmth again in your chest, and you couldn't help tears as they fall. It is overwhelming to go from being on death's door, to being treated with such kindness from an entire stranger. Not able to hold back the light sobs, you raise your head and give Tori a great smile before she can ask what was wrong. "This is great Toriel." You remember something. "My name is Y/N."
You couldn't see her return smile, but you do feel a tissue wiped on your face for tears. "That's a beautiful name, Y/N."
After the treat was consumed, you are led around the place till it becomes familiar to you, the stick you had is returned to you, sanded down and made into a blind stick. A woven thread around the end to keep on your wrist to reduce strain on it. Toriel even takes some time to teach you some things of how to read with your hands. The days that pass feel like an eternity to you, with it being eternally dark to your eyes, you lost concept of time. Save for when Toriel tells you what time it is, or when you should sleep. Taking the time to get better from your fall, and get yourself together.
"Okay, I will be back soon, I won't be gone long, just running out of things for the place." Toriel informs you, before heading off to find ingredients for food. The first time you are left to wander the house, after being under constant watch. The door closes and you turn to head back to the living room, standing still for a moment.
Tapping the stick to and from you have found your way to the hallway that connects to the rooms. Exploring the house when you come across the basement, you have been down there a few times, mistakenly and Toriel telling you it isn't a good idea to go down there. You had descended the stairs, holding onto the railing for support till your feet connect to the cold floor below. Close to a wall you guide yourself along it till a corner is found leading up, it was as long as the hall above but felt deeper than it. The stick connects to the end, and tracing the edges you find there is nothing more to the room. Even your hands touch on the wall, you feel a door, but it is shut tight. Leaving it alone, you turn to head back, stumbling along the wall, until you hear a knock.
You whipped around back towards the door, straining to see, but still unable to. Were you imagining things again? You were about to turn away when another knock is made, and almost a muffled voice behind it. You inch closer to the door, and listen pressing your ear against the door now. This time you could hear the knocking a lot louder, along with the voice. The voice reminds you of a New Yorker accent, a little gruff but also light in tone. Sounded male, this was enough to get your attention, was there other people here? Toriel told you about the underground being mostly of monsters. So hearing someone with an accent similar to one of your friends who lived in the city for a while. It got you to knock back.
"Who's there?" Came the voice on the other side. You weren't expecting anything, but the tone of his voice was teasing, as if a joke. Expecting one by chance, you didn't know any, but you couldn't just not answer after getting their attention.
"Orange." You feel your face getting warm, and wait for a response.
"Orange who?" His response more curious now.
"Orange you glad I answered?" You respond sheepishly, it takes a moment but there is a snicker on the other side, and compliment.
"Nice one." His turn, he knocks this time.
"Who is there?" You still feel silly for this.
"Door." Simple.
"Door who?" You raise an eyebrow to this.
"You sound adoorable." You can feel the heat rise to your face, and just as you were about to respond to him. You could hear the door to the house being opened.
"I have to go." You say as quickly as you can, then wander back. More to act like you got lost down there again.
"I'll see you soon then." Then silence, except for soft knocks more quietly this time. When you round the corner of towards the stairs, you bump into Toriel. You could also hear in her voice slight agitation at finding you down here again.
"I told you it is dangerous down here… did you fall again?" To which you shake your head yes. She takes your hand and leads you up the stairs carefully. After settling down for the evening, you are sitting on the floor on a rug in front while she teaches you some magic. To provide you a way to see when she isn't around.
Your focus comes back and bleak for a moment you see Toriel again through the glimmer of her fire magic. She seems more sad than normal, as if contemplating something. You don't bring it to question till her attention is on you. Quickly the magic dims again, and your hands are taken into hers.
"That door, leads to the rest of the underground, the rest of the kingdom for you to explore, to find answers." Toriel's tone is solemn as she speaks. "I'm afraid I can't teach you what you need to know, or give you the answer... on how to heal your sight, but I think your answer lies out there."
"Won't you come with me?" You're scared of going into uncharted areas, with only a walking stick and bleak magic to see. One of your hands is raised to her face and magic is lit enough for you to see her expression.
"I can't leave here. I have to stay here in case more humans fall the same way you did. I must warn you; however, to be careful of those who are in service to Asgore. They will kill you… I would go with you, but... I just can't." Her voice is breaking as she speaks. You nod your head understanding that she can't go with, and you weren't going to force her.
"I'll prepare a bag for you to take with you in the morning. For now, get some sleep. I do want you to promise me something. Stay safe. Think you can do that?" Toriel looks at you, waiting for your answer, and you nod without hesitation.
"I'll stay safe. I promise." You smile and go to the room she lets you stay in, your mind reeling with the thoughts, and just who was that on the other side of the door. After hours when you were sure that Toriel was asleep, you sneak back down the stairs after learning them a few times, quiet about it. Or what you thought was quiet, you reach the end of the corridor only to hear talking. Stopping before you round it, you listen to the chatter, it was Toriel, and the voice you heard from earlier. More muffled, as if keeping his voice down.
"Can you watch over her, for me? I am trusting her to you." Toriel speaks, without a doubt crying at the thought of separating from one of the first few connections she has had in years.
"You know, I don't like to make promises, but if you are sure about this. I'll keep my eye sockets out for her."
"You mean it? Nothing will happen to her, I heard the last human that went through died." There is strong hesitance in her voice only to be quelled by the other side.
"Yeah, unfortunately Undyne got to that one.. I'm sorry, it happened a lot quicker than I could have intervened on. Nothing will happen to this one, as long as I can help her." The conversation felt good from your side, and quietly you make your way back up the stairs. To get some sleep, if Toriel was right, you'll need your energy.
The voice you heard, repeats in your head, as a glimmer of hope for you. Can you trust that voice… he seemed so certain. It was all you had to go on. You are at their mercy.
Morning came too quick for you, and you were roused out of your sleep from Toriel, gently reassuring you to wake up. The time was around six am; you blink wearily and try to go back to sleep only to have her shake you again. Being scooped up in her arms you start rousing more, getting use to the darkness over your vision, groggy you even allow yourself to be dressed. In what feels like warm clothes, winter ones, from the sweater pulled over you, and socks added to your feet.
Breakfast itself was unusually quiet, save for Toriel explaining to try and be careful. You are sitting down in front of her again, in the living room while she uses her magic to show you a path to take for mental memory. Making illustrations of terrains, that you'll be going through snow, then water, then what appeared to be machine. You memorize the pathways, so you don't have mishaps and keep your promise to her.
When Toriel is certain you could stand on your own with walking to and from the place from the ruins to the house. She stands you in front of the door in the basement, hugging you tightly and close to her. Reluctance in her very being to see you go, but she has said that she doesn't have the means to keep you there without getting to the bottom of how to heal you.
"I am sorry, again. I know you want an answer to why I'm having you go out. You see. You received such an odd injury, and while I can heal most external wounds, something else seemed to have happened when you fell. I don't know the answer, and I really don't want you to go, but for you to get better. You're going to have to find the scientist, or someone who can find out the deeper reason to this oddity. I don't hold the answer, and it would be unfair for me to keep you here like this." As Toriel speaks softly as she explains the reason she is letting you go. "It'd be cruel when there might be help out there."
"I hope you can make it through. I still must stay here just in case; someone has to take care of the flowers." She is telling herself more than telling you; after the long hug, she walks you through the end of the hall and outside the door.
"Take care of yourself." As you are through the door, you are met with cold against your face, using the stick to tap around. Snow at your feet, you step forward hearing it crunch under your feet, you walk backwards till your back is against the door, for a guide point.
Closing your eyes, you start recalling the map from memory using it as a way to "see." You start forward after lining your back to the middle of the door and walk. Using the stick to feel for holes or bumps, the glitter of snow echoes in your mind, reminding you of the time you went to a snow resort years ago with your family. You could see it and use it as comfort for being alone.
You are taken out of your thoughts when the stick hits wood; you feel around the sides and find it is a bridge. Tapping the stick harder against it, hearing the whaps to confirm it is solid, inching closer to it, yet there is a sensation of being watched from behind you. You shrug it off, Toriel did tell you that there are other monsters beyond the door, in your thoughts if you don't pay them any attention, they may not be interested in you.
Starting across the bridge, your feet pad quietly on it, you can hear a quiet shuffling behind you, swallowing the lump in your throat. You keep going, trying hard to keep your spirits up and ignore the possibility of something menacing behind you. You walk across the bridge, tapping the stick along the side of a gate it felt in the middle. You use that as a thing to hold onto as you walk across the rest, trusting that you weren't going to fall down the center or off.
Your foot does snag on a crease, and with the grace of anyone who trips over something, just as you reach the end of the bridge, you fall front first into the snow. A puff of snow-dust flies up and some of it lands on the back of your head. Raising your head a scowl on your face, it was only after you get over self-berating that you hear a sound, snickering.
The sound of foot-falls comes behind you, what almost sounds like bone against wood. The crunching of snow under the footsteps. You feel a hand tugging at one of your arms, to help you up. You accept the help, getting to your knees, then standing once more. The figure that helped you, felt tall at least what you could tell by the large hands that helped you onto your feet. You turn in the direction of them, in time to hear them speak.
"Well, I didn't know you'd fall for me so fast." It was the same voice you heard the prior day, a little more gruff, and a hint of amusement in his voice. "Heya, why not shake my hand here?" He holds his hand out, and it took you a moment to find it, mostly because he kept moving it out of your reach. When you shook his hand, there is a loud sound, and you blanch at it, as the sound of a whoopee cushion, but you laugh. It was shaking his hand, that you felt something odd about it. Your thumb curiously runs the pad over the back of his hand, you feel bone.
"I knew that would lighten you up, you looked scared, can't blame ya. What are you doing?" He notices you feeling his hand, and takes his hand back. "Getting handsy there."
"Can't see." You respond quietly, and like Toriel earlier when you met her. Sans waves his hand in front of your face, you feel the motion of his hand from how wind fans over your cold face.
"So you're the one the old lady told me about. Hold on a sec." A flicker of light starts up; you blink your eyes as a soft blue light surrounds your vision, closing them to adjust, then open them. What greets you is something you were not expecting, and you couldn't help jumping backwards. A skeleton, and a good shriek comes from you as you fall backwards in the snow. Another puff of snow, but now you could see your surroundings. Trees and a clearing with an odd stand nearby.
"Hey now, is there something on my face?" You look up at Sans, looking at you as you lay on the ground again. A raised eye socket, in the manner of someone going "what the hell." He helps you up again extending a hand out for you to take.
"Let me re-introduce myself then, Sans the skeleton." On his face is the goofiest grin you have seen, it stretched almost as far as it could, and here you were gawking at him like he is weird. Then again you only thought this place was a myth from all the books. He was tall, very tall, and slightly wide, wearing a large blue hoodie jacket with fluff around the collar. Sans is dressed in a white sweater beneath that, black shorts with stripes, and fuzzy slippers. He is also lit up blue from what your guess is his aura as Toriel explained the soul magic to you.
You blink as reality comes back to you, and registers, an introduction, he must be waiting for one in return. "I am Y/N. Nice to meet you." Staying polite, understanding this is a monster, and one that could easily leave you stranded in your delicate state. Taking his hand; without the cushion to it, and you are on your feet again. Feeling more dwarfed from his height now that you can see him. You were around 5'2" and he was massive towering over you at your guess 6'6." Sans frame when you see it looked more padded thanks to the coat and sweater, and with the permanent grin on his face you relaxed more.
"There we go, see I'm not that scary. Just big bones and magic." Sans sees your tense form relax after seeing he's not a threat, he brings you over to the sentry station to get a look of you in better light for him. The magic used enough to illuminate the path, it was pretty had it been on better terms. The way you saw it was like looking at a hallway lit in blue light, a soft simple glow to the area. It seemed to pulse with your own breathing, and you were taking in the sight around you while you could. This doesn't go unnoticed, and momentarily you forgot Sans was there watching you.
"Bright eyes, I haven't seen an expression lit like that since Papyrus told me he was being trained for Royal Guard." You approach him as he settles into a chair behind the sentry desk post. Head cupped into his hands and observing you a bit as you took in things around you. A hint of mischief in the white pupils of those eye-sockets, they even seem to be glowing the same soft blue glow around you two.
"So tell me about yourself. Or ask questions, you must have something to ask, Kiddo." You approach the other side of the post and mirror him, your eyes locking onto his face more for the kiddo comment.
"I am not a kid." You correct him, even pointing a finger at him, which he only chuckles light.
"Okay, you're not a kiddo." He beams back at you, even getting closer to your face, you smile as he takes it back. "You're a small fry." You gawk at him and make a noise in the back of your throat at the mock of your height.
"Small fry? What does that make you? A tall fry?" You retort pathetically, folding your arms and turning your head in a huff, warm breath even coming up. You are glad it is cold to disguise the blush creeping into your cheeks.
Sans stares at you for a moment, then lets another chuckle escape. "Well, you are a cute one after all. Bad jokes and all. Humer me some more, and I'll take you to where you need to go." His eyes soften, he keeps the magic up for now just so you can see and talk to him.
You were about to say something when the sound of snow crunching to the right catches both of your attention. Quicker than you could react, you were pulled over the post and stuffed underneath the counter. A bottle of mustard falling on your head, and soon you see black, another bottle falls onto you when you shift around and let an indignant squeak come. A muffled "Shhh" from Sans to be quiet while the person approaching comes up to the sentry spot.
You felt cramped against one of the large legs as the foot holds you in place to make it obvious not to draw attention to yourself. Fuzzy snow covered slipper in your face enough to muffle your protests to this. A voice draws you out of your tantrum and you freeze, understanding now.
"SANS! I have come to inform you, that one puzzle is stuck again!" A much louder voice from who approached. "Also have you seen any humans recently?"
"Sorry Pap, no luck, and I'll be by later to undo it. Which one is it?" Sans shifts his foot from holding you in place, and rests it next to you. Tapping his foot while Papyrus asks questions, and gets answers.
"BROTHER! You should maintain your puzzles, then this wouldn't be an issue. You lazybones!" You almost snicker, but hold your hands over your mouth.
"I'll have ya know, that I have boned up since I started this job. I've gotten a skele-ton of work done." You see the shaking of Sans chest as he laughs at his own joke.
"SANS! Oh my god. I'll see you at the ice puzzle, in an hour, Undyne says it is almost time for warrior training! Then I, The Great Papyrus, will cook dinner later. NYEH HEH HEH!" Sans drums his fingers on the table, and watches his brother run off.
When the coast is clear, you are dragged out from underneath and set on top of the table, the blue light returning, and your vision of Sans returns as well. He has a coy look to his face as you look at him in surprise. The bottle of ketchup that landed in your sweater collar is taken out and set to aside. There was an amused look on Sans face, while you had a bewildered look on yours.
"Ketch-ya off guard? Anyway, That was my brother, Papyrus; he's a human hunting fanatic. Don't worry about him; he won't hurt you, the head of the royal guard, Undyne however. Let's keep her away from you." He explains a little, but leaves a lot open to interpretation. You hug your form after sitting on the cold ground; you realized you were a bit colder than normal. Sans sits back in his chair; resting his feet on top of the table, arms behind his head and eying you cautiously.
"Cold to the bone are ya?" Both eyes are on you; waiting for your response, and without much thought you nod. Sans stretches, you can hear the joints popping, as he gets up. He helps you off the structure, and starts walking with you, dimming the magic, but he takes hold of one of your hands to help guide you around.
"You can crash at mine and Pap's place when we get to Snowdin, but first we need to go find Papyrus." You're tugged closer to him, and instead of simply walking behind him or tailing, you're held close enough that other monsters avoid the two of you. The walking stick you have, is kept in your other hand, and leaving patterns behind in the snow as you walk.
"It's not that far, I'd take a shortcut, but not right now. Hate for you to get any shorter than you are." You scoff at his poke at your height again, even poking him in his hip in retaliation.
"Okay okay, but you are still a small fry." Another scoff.
"Fine, tall bones." If only you could see the grin get wider on his face.
"That makes you baby bones then." He grins down at you as you huff in response.