I ran through the list in my head as I walked down to the store at the other end of Snowdin. Pasta, Sauce, Meatballs, chisps, milk. I thought again and again.
"Hey Papyrus!" someone yelled out from Grillby's, "Come have a drink. On me!" Papyrus ignored the monster. Some people were just vulgar. After grabbing his groceries and chatting with the shopkeeper for a bit, he decided to surprise his brother with an early birthday gift. swinging over towards the river, he called the house.
"SANS. I'M GOING TO HOTLAND TO TALK TO ALPHYS AND METTATON. SADLY, I THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST ALLOW YOU TO GO TO GRILLBY'S FOR YOUR DINNER. I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!" Finally, one weird musical boat ride later, he was walking into Alphys' lab.
"H-hi Papyrus. A-are you h-here to see M-mettaton?" she asked in her stuttering drawl.
"ACTUALLY, ALPHYS, I AM HERE TO ASK YOU FOR SOME ADVICE." Alphys looked shocked. Papyrus looked downright… sheepish?
"What is i-it, P-papyrus? I-is something wrong with S-sans? or U-undyne?" Papyrus shook his hand frantically as she began to pace back and forth.
"NO. NO, NOTHING LIKE THAT! IT'S JUST THAT… SANS' BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEEK. I WAS WONDERING WHAT TO GET HIM." Alphys looked at the skeleton critically. Birthday gift ideas? Papyrus had never asked before. In fact, she realized, I've never heard anyone mention Sans' birthday. ever.
"B-birthday? I don't remember you mentioning th-that at a-all." Papyrus looked down at the ground, and she realized that something had happened on that day. "D-did something h-happen?" Alphys asked quietly.
Papyrus looked up, tears in his eye sockets, and replied, "LET'S CALL FRISK. SHE'LL TELL YOU MORE." After about half an hour, Frisk and Toriel walked in to Papyrus crying quietly on the couch, leaning on Mettaton, who was looking a bit ruffled by this situation. "Alphys?" Frisk called softly. The royal scientist hurried over from her desk, where she had been writing an email report to Asgore.
"H-he said to c-call you about S-sans' b-birthday." Both of their expressions darkened. Toriel let go of her daughter's and and bustled off to comfort Papyrus, leaving Frisk and Alphys to talk.
"It all began around 5 in the afternoon. Sans was out at Grillby's, while Pap and I were making him some super special spaghetti. I was looking up at the snow when I saw Sans talking to a tall, shadowy man. It was one of the only times I've really seen Sans angry." Alphys gulped. "Sans started shouting in some language I couldn't recognize. The man just stood there like a statue. Until Sans took out his right hand brandishing it at the man like a knife. He recoiled, looking from the hand to Sans like he had seen a ghost. Papyrus nearly fainted in the kitchen. He got all quiet. we packed up the food and dishes before Sans walked in. He didn't say a word, just stormed up to his room." Frisk shook visibly still haunted by that dreadful day.
"H-how l-long?" Alphys whispered.
"Four years ago."
That night, Alphys had a dream. She was watching old lab tapes. She saw Sans and Papyrus in medical gowns. They were on tables, strapped down. someone was drilling something into their right hands. The screams haunted her. right before she woke up, she saw two small metal plates, side by side. carved into them were a sequence of letters and numbers. WDG-1S. WDG-2P.
Calm down the mob please.
I honestly don't plan anything out before hand, so this quickly got way darker than I intended. remember to F,F, and R. I'll be posting chapters of this on wednesdays(mostly) and one shots on the weekends.
-Jarhead