It had all happened insanely quick. News of some monsters turning into monstrosities. Alphys was taking in any who still had control of their thought process. But, Papyrus gave no mind to that. He was tending to a sick Sans. He had sat in his brother's room for what felt like hours before the big-boned skeleton finally dozed off. Papyrus sighed and went downstairs and was in the kitchen as he heard the TV with a warning about the monstrosities. It said it starts out as if the monster is sick, goes to the monster seeing illusions of sorts, to the sort of.. mutation. Papyrus nearly dropped the soup ingredients on the ground. He shook it off. "N-No. That won't happen with Sans... Right?" He thought out-loud.
Sans slowly woke up about an hour later. He was greeted by his smiling brother with a bowl of soup. "pap, do you have to be in my face?" Sans questioned. Despite Frisk being a pacifist this time, Sans still had many worries in the back of his mind. He swore he saw something glinting in the corner of his room. Papyrus set the bowl on the table beside Sans' bed. "Are you ok brother?" Wondered Pap. Sans was staring at something. His white eye lights had vanished, which alarmed Papyrus. "Sans?" Papyrus waved his hand in front of Sans' face. All he got was a shove. "SANS!" Pap said angrily. "b-bro. I could've sworn... that... nevermind." He said. Papyrus smiled nervously, handing Sans the bowl. He ran downstairs and quickly called Alphys. "A-Alphys.. Sans is-" He was cut off by the sounds of screaming and crashing. The phone was swinging from where it was attached to the wall.
What Papyrus saw horrified him. Some sort of Gasterblaster-Dog-Skeleton hybrid. Oh my goodness! He thought, staring at the beast. Around it's neck was familiar looking fur and it had razor-like claws. In it's mouth was Sans' jacket, dripping red. Papyrus braced himself for what should have come: the creature killing him, brutal as possible. When he opened his eye-socket, the thing was giving an eerie smile as it dropped the coat on Pap's head. He sniffed it with what sense of smell he could use. Oh thank gosh it's just ketchup! Then what is this thing? He thought, staring at it. "S-Sans?" He questioned, staring the creature in the eyes. It rubbed an oddly squishy paw-thing on Pap's face. It's previously dangerous claws were now.. fuzzy flippers? "SANS!" Papyrus cried out, hugging the thing. It rubbed him with his paw again. Sans looked.. oddly adorable, acting like a dog and all. "B-BROTHER." Papyrus said in his normal tone. "I PROMISE WE WILL FIND A WAY TO FIX THIS. IN THE MEANTIME YOU'LL NEED TO SLEEP SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN YOUR BEDROOM, SINCE THE BED IS.. CRUSHED." Pap pointed out. Sans followed Pap downstairs. Papyrus put a sort of dog collar on Sans. "JUST SO THE OTHER DON'T FREAK OUT." He rushed to the phone, and realized Alphys had hung up a few seconds after he left. Sans went outside and laid down. Papyrus chuckled. "Well, if you want to.." He threw Sans' still stained hoodie on the creature. As Pap went back inside, Sans rested, but wasn't really asleep. His blue, snake-like tongue stuck out of his mouth. Footsteps approached. The last thing Sans saw before it went black was Alphys, Frisk, and Mettaton holding a tranquilizer. Sans managed to let out a sort of roar before getting knocked out. "Told you my aim would be perfect!" Mettaton said, kissing his arm. Alphys pressed a button as a sort of magic/electric cage trapped the creature.