Chapter one:

It started out as a normal day.

The underground alight in the days light magically done to help light the underground, the snow resting peacefully around and on everything and not a commotion heard.

Sans was sitting at his post sleeping as usual, peaceful from a dream about seeing the stars with Papyrus, until he groans as he awakens. His eyes scrunching up with a slight shake of his head before he blinks open his eyes halfway at first. He fully opens them after a few more blinks mostly done to help him wake up a little more. "Man how long was I out for?" He glances around but sees no one else that is a monster anyways; there's plenty trees, plant life and snow to currently keep him company even if he isn't really interested. He lets himself think quietly for a moment before he ends up shrugging it off. "Hm. Not long enough for Papyrus to come after me." He gets to his feet and stretches his arms above his head with a slight yawn before lowering them. "Well. Might as well check on the old lady." He stuffs his hands into his pockets feeling the soft yet not fluffy insides against his bones and heads along down towards the door.

The door where he met the joke loving old lady.

The snow crunching under his feet though the cold doesn't feel too bad with his slippers on and the chilled air makes him glad for his sweater.

He walks along passing tree after tree as he sticks to the usual trail through the snow. He lowers his head slightly nuzzling into his sweater slash shirt top areas for a few moments nods skipping a beat in his walking. He makes it to the door and looks up at it as it towers above him like a looming structure. He sighs softly as thoughts of previous runs flash through his head like a sped up movie. "What if she doesn't answer this time?" He wonders to himself as he pushes away the memories. He also lowers his head to look right in front of him just staring at the door for a good few moments before swallowing harshly. He has to know. He raises a fist but hesitates a moment his mind flashing to what might be hiding on the other side of the door. He brings his hand closer to knock when suddenly the door starts to open.

In a flash of blue Sans teleports away standing on a sturdy branch of a tree to watch from the darkness of the forest around the area.

The door fully opens and out comes the human wielding a knife.

"So... Looks like it'll be that kind of run huh?" Sans whispers to himself as he watches the human continue on forward through the snow that may seem like the only way to go. "I bet you'll have those dusty hands and probably some on that knife of yours too. Go figure." He teleports to another branch when the human is out of sight and continues this until they pass by the heavy branch on the ground in which he teleports to stand behind a bush. "Okay. Lets see what you'll do." He raises a hand and he grips the branch with his magic snapping and breaking it as he curls his hand into a fist then stops using his magic on it.

Pieces of the branch fly around slightly and scatter around the branch in the snow now sitting undisturbed.

It all seemed to go by so quickly as things quiet down to the usually stillness.

He watches the human but the human doesn't even turn around. "I see." He sighs softly to himself stuffing his hands into his packets. His eyes close for a few moments to speak the next sentence then he opens his eyes halfway. "It is indeed that kind of run." He teleports again and appears behind the human eyes open to how they normally are but he is still keeping a distance. He walks forward a little to see if he'll be noticed and he teleports away after doing this for a peers around the tree that he had teleported behind of to see the effect of what he's done. "Huh. Nothing." He says a little softly as he notices as he human didn't even seem to react. His eyes fall to half open already knowing what he'll find when he talks to the human. "It looks like there's no way around it." He teleports to the spot he needs to be as he hides in the darkness and waits for the human to approach the gate that his brother made or well what is supposed to be a gate.

The human walks past him not even noticing him and he moves out from hiding and begins approaching the human who stops for a moment. The human is checking out the gate but seems to realize that the footsteps behind them are not their own.

"Human." Sans begins in a more monotone voice. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake me hand." He continues with his monotone voice as he watches the human.

Even before the human turns around he can see it.

The grey dust on the humans hands as if it has become stained with it, the red stain of blood turned dark with dust on the knife and the cool exterior as the human doesn't even tensed up at all since they left the ruins.

The human turns around slowly and Sans offers a hand once they are facing each other. The human however seems to hesitate for a second almost making Sans wonder if the human will strike instead of shaking his hand. The human finally reaches forward and takes his hand into their own letting the sound of a whoopee cushion ring through the air around them.

"Heheh..." Sans smiles even while the human appears unaffected. "The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick." He explains as they pull their hands away from each other. "It's ALWAYS funny." He watches the human who doesn't even crack a smile making his disappear. "Heh. Not that into jokes are you? Thought you'd have a chuckle."

The human continues to stare at him and clutches the knife letting Sans know to hurry up or else the other will attack.

AN:

This story was mostly written on my phone so hopefully I caught any autocorrects.

I hope you are enjoying so far.

Reviews are awesome and flamers will be used to make cake!

Kitkat.