So this first chapter is pretty short, but I'm hoping they'll get longer as I go. I already have the next few written and they are longer than this one lol.
I'm not the greatest writer ever, but hey, It's a past time. It's something I enjoy and if I can't draw the scene I'm thinking in my head, I write it out.
That being said, it's not perfect, but enjoy anyway!
(Also I have the entire plot written down, so I won't abandon this story. There's soooo much to write, muahahah!)
Life on the surface was hard to get used to at first. Humans would either love or loath you if you were a monster. Some monsters couldn't get jobs no matter how hard they looked for one.
The humans just didn't care. In fact, a lot of them wanted the monsters back underground. Even if Asgore had some authority on the surface, it wasn't enough to keep the monsters satisfied. It had been almost a year since they bought homes on the surface. That was the easiest part, considering the monsters had a ton of gold. Mettaton was even able to buy himself a mansion in Hollywood. Gold on the surface was one of the only ways monsters were able to get by.
Sans and Papyrus weren't so lucky at first. Sans had almost no gold because he spent it all at Grillby's a few months before, while Papyrus had just enough to buy a small house on the edge of town. They didn't complain. Their house was in a biome in which they could experience all different kinds of weather. Papyrus could enjoy the sun in the summer or the leaves in the fall and Sans could go stargazing in the spring. Sans even had a job as a scientist and assistant to Alphys. Papyrus worked for a car mechanic and enjoyed fixing up the sports cars and race cars that came through.
Everything had been going pretty well for the two brothers. Up until February, everything was fine.
(Feb. 2, 2016)
It was Tuesday when it started. Random occurrences of objects found misplaced, warped, or gone entirely. It wasn't a huge deal though. Sans and Papyrus never really payed attention to it, that is until parts from Sans' machine became corrupt and unusable or just plain missing.
"papyrus? pap." Sans ran up the stairs of his lab and unknowingly knocked over a container of liquid nitrogen. The contents would have spilled over the stairs, but it looked as if something caught the container before anything could happen. Sans left his stuff in the basement and went to find Papyrus. The machine he was working on had a simple frame with a panel on the side. Wires spread around it and connected to the outlets in the wall.
"Sans? What's wrong?!" Papyrus dropped the bowl of spaghetti he had been making for dinner and held a sauce-dripping spoon in his hand. Sans stopped mid run and looked sorry. Papyrus looked at his spaghetti and back at Sans with a disappointed look.
"uh, sorry bro." Sans' apology was sincere enough that Papyrus didn't even care.
"I forgive you! For the Great Papyrus always forgives!" He shouted and accidentally whipped sauce all over the wall. Sans giggled and took the spoon from his brother. Clearly it was too dangerous for the Great Papyrus to handle.
"So what is it you wanted, brother?" The taller skeleton turned off the stove and went to get the mop.
"have you been in my lab lately?" Sans cut right to the point.
"Nope. I hate going down there. Everything is too messy…" Hi face scrunched up in disgust as he started to mop the floor.
"huh. okay then." Sans shrugged and walked off, but the missing parts kept coming back to his mind. He wasn't about to slave over making more parts, that's for sure, so he needed to find the culprit of the crime. Sans walked downstairs to find some of the parts on his machine had been tweaked.
"you gotta be kidding me." His eyes went dark for a moment, but he controlled himself. He didn't want to build another machine if he could help it. His last machine was destroyed and that had taken him almost two years to build. He didn't want to repeat the same thing again.
"ugh...why me." He buried his skull in his arms and slumped against the desk. After somewhat composing himself, he glanced over his machine and realized it had actually been fixed to some extent. He wondered if it was fixed enough to be in working condition and, out of curiosity, turned it on. Colours flashed around Sans as the machine came to life. For the first time in a long while, he was genuinely excited.
"holy crap. it's actually working." His poker face turned into a grin and he made sure all the plugs were in the outlets. He didn't want the machine to ever turn off again, just in case. Last time he got it to work, Sans tripped over a cable and fried the machine's circuits.
As he was living in the moment, a small alarm came from the panel of the machine, which made Sans' soul drop. He quickly looked over the screen of the machine and read it over a few times to make sure what he was reading was true.
[Redacted]
"no, no, no, no…" please. He tried unplugging the machine so it wouldn't blow a fuse on the internal board, but he was too late. The machine smoked and sparked before it turned off completely. The power in the house went out and Papyrus screamed upstairs. Sans didn't even acknowledge his brother and fell to his knees.
He suddenly remembered the last time he saw the word "redacted" on a machine was when he and Gaster had been working on something. Sans stood up and flipped the power switch back on, his face full of disappointment.
Tuesdays sucked.