this is an idea that kept on coming back. it may or may not be good, i don't know so don't hate me for how bad it might be. on with the story.

Damn, this hurts. Sans thought, as blood seeped through his jacket. it easily soaked through and formed a puddle on the golden floor of the judgement hall. he stared at the human for moment, then at himself, then back at the human. "so..." he muttered weakly, spitting blood. "guess that's it, huh?" he felt himself falling into unconsciousness. the blood loss was already taking its toll. "just...don't say i didn't warn you." he silently thought to himself, after the reset, don't expect me to come running as Undyne rips you limb from limb, while you attempt to make up for everything you've done. he closed his eyes and shakily got to his feet. he truly relaxed for the first time since he first saw the human in this time-line. "whelp," he said in his patented joking pose. "i'm going to Grillby's." he slowly shifted out of the human's view and tried to shortcut. there was a loud CRACK and a rush of wind and he collapsed onto a couch that was very sorry for its existence. he thought he saw a tall skeleton standing not too far away from him and said, "Papyrus, do you want anything?" before passing out.

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Skulduggery just got back to his house after solving a murder case. the murderer had the power to kill using a heart attack but, somehow, it didn't affect things that had already died. the killer also like to hide the cause of death on is victims by using a knife to shred their insides. this is what lead to the killer's capture. luckily for Skulduggery he was already dead and somehow Valkyrie's revival from being just a soul and returning to their body, counted as dying and coming back. he had dropped off Valkyrie back at home, straight to their house, mind you, and not leaving them at the pier to walk home since her parents knew about their job and about magic. Skulduggery himself had written the report and delivered the sorcerer straight to his cell, as he was the only one that could get close without risking death. so, back on the main topic, Skulduggery was walking in his front door when there was a sound of something landing on his couch. it had a one-of-a-kind sound, like a child screaming as it was being torn apart...not that he actually knew what that sounded like. even lord vile had standards. he took out his gun and silently moved into the main living room. he took one look inside and stopped. there was a short skeleton with a giant grin lying on his zombie-couch. there was a long slash across its torso, which was somehow bleeding, rather heavily he would have to note. the skeleton took a look at him with the small lights in its pitch-black sockets and muttered, "Papyrus, do you want anything?" at that moment, skulduggery put away his gun, whipped out his phone and called Fletcher.

"'sup, Skul'. what do you need?" Fletcher sounded genuinely interested as to why Skulduggery would call him. normally it was either to mock him about his hair or to teleport something or someone. other than that, he never called.

"i need something teleported to the sanctuary hospital wing."

"straight to the point i see. well, first off, where are you?"

"my house, the main living room."

"this must be very urgent. did someone stomp on your favorite hat, and now you're having a panic attack?"

"just get over here."

"fine, fine..." he grumbled, then hung up. a split second later, Fletcher was standing next to Skulduggery. "okay, what is it you need me to-" he shut himself up when he saw the skeleton.

Skulduggery tilted his head at him. "i don't think i need to explain anything."

all Fletcher could say was, "that's a lot of blood."

Skulduggery nodded. "yes, yes it is. now as i said, i need you to teleport this to the sanctuary hospital wing so they don't die. this is a first for me too, now let's get this over with." Fletcher hesitantly grabbed its blue furry hoodie and, when Skulduggery was holding on, teleported straight to doctor Synecdoche's office. the doctor themselves was shocked at their sudden appearance and fell backwards in their rather comfy office chair. "that wasn't so bad, was it Fletcher?" Skulduggery cheerfully said to the teleporter.

Fletcher responded with, "i think i'm gonna be sick."

the doctor was instantly by his side with a bucket. "not in my office please." she said leading him out. once Fletcher was gone she turned to Skulduggery. "what do you want, detective? are you already in need of medical assistance after what happened this afternoon." (will be explained in the end author's note)

he tilted his head at the doctor in a manner that displayed confusion. "isn't it obvious? or did you not notice the slowly bleeding skeleton in the room that's not me." their gaze shifted downwards and her eyes widened as she finally noticed the small skeleton at his feet.

"take it straight to an operating table, it's clear this...person, will die if I don't do something soon." (yeah, we totally have time for this. JUST HEAL HIM ALREADY!)

they did just as the A/N said, without knowing. the doctor easily sealed the wound and somehow, replenished the skeleton's blood. the small skeleton's wound was near fatal. it seemed that a knife had been cut it/him right across the torso. had they waited a few more moments, the skeleton would have died (again). Skulduggery and Synecdoche watched the skeleton for a few minutes, then the doctor excused themselves, saying they had work to do. after nearly an hour, the doctor came back to check on the skeleton, which was starting to wake up. the lights in its eye sockets flickered into existence and stared at them. it was a long, awkward silence before it said something.

"heya. howzit goin'? why am i not dead?"

author's note:

this is the start of my other big project. i figure i'm not going to get any work done on my other story and, unlike my other story, i have motivation for this plus, this story keeps coming back to me. i know, i said i wasn't going to abandon my story, but i'm past it. when i started the other story, i was super into the creepypasta mascot Jeff the Killer and skulduggery pleasant still had the final book to look forward to, but now i'm over it. far as i'm concerned, i see where people are coming from when they say JTK sucks. not skulduggery though. if i was over that, i wouldn't be crossing over undertale with our favorite skeleton detective.

on other things, the event that happened that afternoon, the murderer did some rare magic trick which severed the magic to skulduggery's head. basically, skulduggery had to walk around holding onto his head to keep it from falling off until they got it fixed. it's kinda funny to imagine. i thought about explaining how sans got through the barrier in this A/N, but turned against it. all will be explained later. all i'm gonna say is, sans isn't the only thing that got out. oh, and one more thing, it would be greatly appreciate if you could give me ideas for puns to make in the next chapter. sans making puns always makes me laugh, but i'm actually not that great at coming up with them so, you-know.

hope you enjoyed the beginning and are looking forward to more chapters. reviews are welcomed. seeya on the next chapter-sceera :)