Clop...
Clop...
Clop...
Clop...
Quiet footsteps sound through an empty corridor as a small child timidly tries to escape his nightmare. He counts each square that he passes on the way to the end of the hall. One thousand fifty-one is his record so far, but he's looking to beat that with a couple more steps. With each echoed footstep, he felt more and more nervous.
But he had to get to the end of the hallway. He just had to. He would be out of the dark, and would get to see what stood beyond the oppressive atmosphere he grew up in.
Clop...
Clop...
Clop...
Footsteps began to follow the small child through the hallway. He stopped and nervously turned around. There he saw the thing he was running from. A mad scientist with an angered expression began to march towards the boy. The scientist grabbed the child by his shirt. "Come along now," he commanded. His voice boomed down the hallway and echoed. The child gulped. One thousand fifty-three was his new record. "You know you aren't allowed to leave," the scientist grumbled. "Seriously Sans, it's like you're a glutton for punishment."
The boy whimpered slightly as he was set on the ground. He begrudgingly followed the scientist down the darkened corridor.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, otherwise the consequences would be more severe." He frowned at the ground. "Although you are getting closer each day. Perhaps it would be beneficial to place a stronger puzzle lock on your door. Can I fit that in the budget, I wonder," he mused aloud.
Sans gulped as he was led down the dark hallway. He kept repeating the number of squares he passed in his head to take his mind off of what was to come. Sans was suddenly lifted above the ground and forced to look into the scientist's face. He wore a scowl.
"How many times must I tell you to stay in your containment unit for you to listen? Now..." The scientist moved Sans to a small lab bed. The bed's restraints attached with a clang. "Shall we get started?" He picked up a needle filled with a strange liquid. The scientist made his way over to the whimpering child and stuck the needle in his arm. Sans' eye sockets grew heavy as the liquid entered his body.
The whole world darkened. The last thing the boy saw before the world turned to black, was a grinning scientist with a needle in his hand.
An upside-down white heart appeared in front of Sans once he opened his eyes. It was moving around as if it had a mind of it's own. Grinning, Sans moved to touch the heart, but stopped when his hand was met with a barrier. Sans stared quizzically at the shape. "why can't i touch it?"
The heart flashed. Sans screamed as a jolt of pain ran through his body. He fell to his knees and cried as the pain dulled. His vision was blurred through his tears, but he looked back to the heart. It was glowing a faint blue color. It seemed to be slightly fractured as well. His vision grew dark as he was pulled out of his sleep and back into the real world.
Sans screamed in pain as he became conscious. He thrashed around in an attempt to free himself. The scientist rushed over to Sans from a small monitor and attempted to hold him down, but to no avail. Sans broke free of the restraints as bones shot through the leather keeping him down.
"Stop it," the scientist commanded. A large skull-like weapon appeared in the air and pointed at Sans. Sans waved his hand towards the scientist, to drive him away.
"Stay back!" Blue magic enveloped the scientist and shot him backwards and into a small machine. Before the scientist could do anything, the machine was turned on by a magic bone.
The machine hummed as it started up. A glass barrier formed around the scientist and his exit. With a flash of light, the scientist vaporized. The only thing left was a nametag that fell off during the scuffle and a key card used to get everywhere in the nightmarish lab.
Yet Sans' attack was not over. Bones shot out through multiple machines, only sparing the one that the scientist was hurled into. Multiple illegible blueprints were destroyed with his magic. Beakers and strips of metal were flung across the room. Finally, Sans shot a small bone at the door and promptly fell over due to overexertion.
Once the boy awoke again, he looked at his surroundings. Shocked, he brought his hands to his face. "d-did i do...?" He touched his chest subconsciously as he absorbed the scenery around him. Torn bits of blue paper, scraps of clothing, broken glass, and metal were strewn about. Tiny particles of magic hung in the air.
"w-what did i do?" He sat up and slid down from the lab bed. He cringed as his feet hit the cold floor. Making sure to avoid broken glass and other sharp objects, Sans made his way around the room. He noticed a small card and a nametag.
"D. W. D Gaster: Royal Scientist," it read. The card had a bone print and a picture of the scientist printed on it. The scientist was smiling warmly in the picture.
Sans frowned. "he never looked like that when i was around him." He pocketed the nametag and moved onto the key card. He grinned. "i can leave!" He stuck the card in his pocket and looked around. There was nothing else of note aside from the machine Gaster flew into and a set of blueprints near the machine. Sans quickly made his way to the door and opened it. "time to see what's past that point." Sans studied the checkered pattern of the floor and counted difiantly. He cheered as he made it past his record number of squares. It was then when he heard a tiny whine coming from another room. Curious, Sans investigated the cry.
A grey door stood in front of him. On the other side, the crying became louder. Sans quickly swiped the key card into the lock and opened the door. In the center of the room, there was another skeleton. He couldn't have been more than three years old.
The tiny tot's eyes shined at the skeleton who stood in front of him. His crying ceased and giggles followed. He reached his arms towards Sans.
Sans gasped and made his way over to the small baby. He picked him up and gulped. "y-you were left alone," he realized. "if i leave, you would be alone... unless there are more of them..." The tot frowned and snuggled into Sans' shirt. Sans blinked his eyes and made his way to the door. "well, i'm taking you with me and i'm gonna protect you," Sans decided. The baby giggled as Sans marched out of the room and down the hallway. He continued his count of tiles and grinned once he made it to the end.
"two thousand three hundred and six," Sans shouted triumphantly. "this hallway is two thousand three hundred and six tiles long!" The tiny tot spread his arms out and let out incoherent babbling as he attempted to mimic Sans' speech. Sans opened the door and grinned as he finally escaped his nightmare.
I should be working on something else, but instead I thought of this. To those who read 'We Can Live Peacefully, Right?', do not fret. I am working on that one too. That story takes top priority at the moment.
While I do like peaceful, maybe did something bad but nothing too major, Dadster, I also find myself really interested in the not-so-good Dadster.
Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! Bye guys!