An ideal home
The hall was cloaked in a golden light, from it's tall windows invisible gods seemed to judge the actions of those who crossed the only way to reach the king. The atmosphere felt heavy yet royal, as if the pristine walls reflected it's only occupant.
Well, apart from a tiny skeleton standing in the way. His emotionless skull appeared to show anger and sadness even if his posture suggested he wasn't being serious. But the child in front of him knew for sure he should not be played with.
They both stood in silence looking at each other; the kid, with his striped shirt and dusty knife, gave the monster a glare full of hate to which the skeleton replied:
-Oh Come on, you can't be that mad at me pal, right?- the human child prepared his attack without taking his eyes off the skeleton- I guess the fiftieth-or-so time's a charmer-
Soon light disappeared leaving frustrated groans in the dark, followed by lasers, casual death threats and psychopathic laughter. Neither rival landed a hit on the other, the poor monster had become predictable.
The fight went on for a long time, there was no clear winner, it was a game of luck at this point. And luck favored the human. The skeleton was fighting with everything he got when a familiar scream distracted him; in a faraway place his brother screamed. That single error gave the child an opportunity to slice him.
The feeling was hot and cold at the same time, perhaps his blood dripping on the metallic touch of death. Or his life stolen by his brother's killer. He tried to escape but his world soon became numb and black.
-NO!-
Sans woke up instantly, it had all been a dream. Except for the fact that his brother was screaming downstairs, from his room he couldn't make a single word but the memory of his recurrent dream made him quickly stand up and head downstairs. His feet betrayed him the moment he jumped out of bed, as this had been too fast for him to handle, but he regained control as soon as possible to reach his brother.
Once he was on the living room he heard his brother grumble yet again, rushing to the kitchen door his voice cracked as he asked:
-Papyrus! Are you alright?-
The tall skeleton turned around a little ashamed for waking up his brother.
-Yes! Well, sort of… You see, dear brother, I was preparing us some amazing and delicious breakfast, when that hot pot filled with boiling water fell at my feet! Not that the great Papyrus can't withstand such a common miscalculation but it…hurt…a little bit.
Sorry for waking you up.-
The small skeleton sighed with relief.
-No problem Pap, just keep your cool, will 'ya?-
-Sans, it´s too early for your…-
-…flaming puns?-
Papyrus took a deep breath and returned to his cooking, hoping that his brother's silly jokes will stop. He ended up hearing them through the whole morning, much to San's pleasure.
The torture finally ended when he left him on his post to watch for humans as he made his way to his own. On the time he walked alone thoughts of what could be keeping giving those nightmares to his brother, although late night ketchup drinking was his main guess something inside him wondered if there was something wrong with Sans. He never said anything about his nightmares nor his true feelings, Papyrus had tried to find the truth so many times just to encounter a barrier between the two. A special occasion always came to his mind when such situation occupied his thoughts.
It was a freezing noon in Snowdin, the thick layer of snow forced it's residents to stay inside, luckily for the skeleton brothers there were warm blankets and hot drinks on their house. The two were watching T.V when the older dropped the uncomfortable question.
-Sans, I know you…you don't like talking about yourself, but I got to know; what in the world is happening to you?-
-What? Where does that come from? I've already told you that I'm fine-
-But you are not by any means fine! Almost every night you have those horrible nightmares, you even sometimes cry or scream in your sleep!-
His brother looked away in silence.
-I'm not putting any blame on you, I just want to help…-
Sans stood up, his eye sockets completely black. He was halfway through the living room when he said:
-I'm sorry, I'll go to my room-
-Wait, Sans!-
Papyrus tried to reach out but his brother disappeared into thin air. A gigantic feel or dread filled his entire optimistic being making him fall on his knees, there was not a small spark of happiness left as silent tears fell down his skull. That night he locked himself up on his room, he had learned a difficult lesson: there were secrets his only family kept away from him and there was nothing to do about it.
As sadness threatened to ruin his day the great skeleton replaced such thoughts with plans for what he'll cook that afternoon and daydreams of him becoming a royal guard.
The day was passing by as usual until a strange noise caught Papyrus's attention, it seemed as if his brother was talking really quietly but there was a weird accent on that voice. He tracked the sound down to an isolated part of Snowdin, there were no monsters around nor anything that could be making such a sound for that matter, and as soon as Papyrus turned around a string seemed to pull him back, said string was invisible but powerful enough to neglect the monster's efforts to escape until everything went black and a loud crack struck all his senses.
