The Meeting:
The loneliness; the echoes of the empty halls; the fear of the surface. These words have always run through these people's heads. These words are what keeps them afraid of knowing the outside. Until now.
Papyrus has awoke to the sounds of a new story, and Sans was telling the tale. Papyrus quickly jumped out of his bed and headed to the hall, where Sans was telling his tale. Papyrus then saw Sans and his story unfold through his piano. Every note that he plays is a word, and every staff that he goes through is a sentence. He plays on and on... although, his story wasn't happy. This story like his others always seem to recount all the loneliness he was filled with. Papyrus heard enough, he marched straight to Sans and put arm on Sans' shoulder. Sans looked up. Papyrus was quiet for a moment, and then he spoke. "Brother, enough is enough. You always manage to sink this room, no, this whole place deeper underground every time you play your music. Why do you always have to be like that? Why can you play a music that uplifts this room to the surface?" Sans did not answer. He just simply looked at Papyrus as if he was not familiar with the words he is speaking. Papyrus sighs. He always thought that there will be a day where Sans will see the world more differently, although those thoughts seemed to become more and more like a fantasy as each day passes.
Papyrus was then about to speak but all of a sudden, they hear a sound. Both of them listened quickly to see where it came from. The noise that they heard where then deduced to have come from the surface. They looked up and saw that there was a hole on their ceiling. Then both saw a child falling. Without a moments hesitation Sans reached out of his hands to catch her. THUD. Sans managed to catch her just in time. The child looked at them. She had the face of innocence all through her face. She was oblivious about the two skeletons that was right in front of her. "A human?" Papyrus questioned. "How did it get here?" The human was soft spoken and did not say anything to the both of them. Papyrus then asked, "Who are you? How did you get here?" It took the human a couple of seconds to respond. "My name is Frisk, I accidently fell while playing in my moms garden." Frisk stated.
Papyrus and Sans looked at each other. "I don't trust this human," Papyrus stated. But Sans shooked his head in disagreement. He then pointed at Frisk, then at the hole in the ceiling. Sans was going to attempt to take Frisk back to her home. Sans then walked up to Frisk, he gave her a smile then held out his hand. Gladly Frisk held his hand. "Sans..? That's your name?" Frisk asked. Sans was surprised by her guess but he happily nodded his head. For Papyrus, his thought was not to trust the human, but him seeing his brother smile for the first time put an ease to his suspicion. "Heh," he said under his breath. "Looks like the thought I had, wasn't a fantasy after all," He thought. For the first time, a new color has been painted, in this canvas of grey... for the first time, a new chapter has been set in this new found Story.