Hello, I'm alive! I had a new idea since I kinda got burnt out on The Scientist. I'm going to finish it, trust me, but right now I have more imagination to get out. I hope you all enjoy and as always, give me feedback!

"Papyrus" …

"PAPYRUS" ...

"PAPYRUS!" Sans yelled from downwards. Papyrus shot up with a gasp. Running to his door, he opened it slightly so his head would poke out.

"WHAT?" He yelled.

"GET UP! IT'S 1:00!" Sans yelled from downwards. Papyrus's face turned to shock. 1:00! How could he have been asleep for so long? He slammed the door shut again. He looked in his closet for his armor and cape. Pulling out his gloves from his glove drawer, he descended the stairs, greeted by Sans folding his arms.

"What's up with you bro? You never wake up after me." He asked. Papyrus yawned and began making breakfast.

"I was just tired Sans, don't sweat about it." Papyrus paused. "And why didn't you make breakfast?"

Sans shrugged.

"I didn't know how to turn the stove on."

"Then make cereal!"

"It's easier to have you do it."

"No it isn- Nevermind." Papyrus shut up and began cooking.

He pulled out his cookbook Toriel got him a year ago and flipped to a page about making healthy pancakes.

Sans sat down in his chair and smirked.

"I noticed that you haven't been destroying the uh… kitchen there lately," Papyrus chuckled.

"I read the instructions, Sans. Unless it says so I'm not going to smash a potato with my skull." They both laughed at that.

After a few minutes in silence, Sans's phone rang.

"Hello? Oh, hey Toriel. Papyrus here is making pancakes. Yep. Okay, that's fine." He hung up.

"Well Paps, looks like we have the week off. Toriel and the others are going out of town for the week, so that leaves us to do what. ever. we. want."

"Thank the heavens. Grillby's?" Papyrus smirked alongside Sans.

"Grillby's."

Walking outside, Papyrus was immediately smacked in the face by a newspaper.

"Sorry!" The paperboy yelled.

"It's okay!" Papyrus yelled back. Sans walked behind him, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Need help?"

"No Sans, I'm fine."

He got up and they began on the sidewalk. People stared, some even called them freaks.

"Right back at ya." they would both say.

They walked into the supermarket. They wheeled around on a buggy while Papyrus screamed "WWWEEEE!"

Five minutes later, they got off and began actually shopping. Papyrus looked at the list.

- Milk

- Bacon

- Spaghetti

- Water bottles

- book

"You wrote down everything?" Sans inquired.

"Yeah, I did."

The line was impossibly long. Sans groaned.

"When is it going to move?!"

Papyrus knew how he felt. Deciding to be funny, he said:

"When Hell freezes over." Sans laughed.

"Whatever you say, Grim." He replied after calming down. Papyrus looked at him in confusion.

"Grim?"

Sans looked over to him.

"Grim Reaper?" Sans said.

Another puzzled look.

"You're telling me you know what Hell is, but not the Grim Reaper?"

"No, sorry. Never heard of it." Papyrus felt a tap on his shoulder. An older woman, slouched back and cane in hand, was behind him.

"As much as I enjoy your conversation about the Grim Reaper and Hell, The line has moved and I would like to get out of here."

"Me too" both skeletons said, moving up.

They were now walking back to their house. More people staring, more name calling. They ignored it, continuing on until they reach the house. Sans peered over at Papyrus car. It was silver, with red and orange streaks. It was currently broken, mainly because Sans had decided to drunk drive home a year ago.

"When are you going to get that thing fixed?" He asked.

"When you pay for the damage." Papyrus deadpanned, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth in a frown. Unlocking the door, he set the bags down on the diner table.

"Now can we go to Grillby's?" Sans asked with puppy dog eyes. Papyrus sighed and faked a smile.

"Go ahead without me. I need to put away the groceries."

Sans celebrated and pumped his fists. Running out, Papyrus checked the time.

'2:30 AM'

"He better not get drunk off of his ketchup" Papyrus muttered.

Papyrus walked into Sans having a hot dog.

"Okay, I'll admit it, I'm surprised." Papyrus said as he sat down in a stool next to him. Grillby walked up to him.

"What would you like?"

"Apple juice, with a little bit of alcohol."

"A little bit?" Sans mocked.

"Fine, A hard cider."

"That's more like it."

"I hate you."

With his drink in his hand and the TV on, Papyrus and Sans sat in silence. They shared a small conversation, one of not much importance.

Papyrus's phone rang this time.

"Helllloo? Oh hey Undyne. I'm just having drink. I know it's 3:00, I'll be fine. Well it's my life, I'm twenty six and I can have a drink whenever I want! ...Just… Have fun this week." He hung up.

He took another swig and sighed.

"Want some fries?" Sans asked.

"Sure."

They spent a good amount of time in Grillby's . Maximum was about 2 hours. They chatted up some of their friends. Had a few drinks, and all around had a good time. When they left, it was 5:01 when they left, a bit buzzed. They decided to take what they called a "scenic route", which was just running through the alleys. They live in a city, do you expect them to drive all the way to a country and walk back home?

"Are you sure this is fine Sans, I know we used to do this but the city isn't as inviting as the underground was."

"Paps, we'll be okay, I'll protect you." He winked. Papyrus smiled.

A man in front of them walked out, blocking their path. He had a hoodie on, but by his voice he seemed about seventeen.

"You shouldn't be here." He said.

"Listen kid, we get what you're tryin' to do, but we have things we gotta go to. So, can you please move out of our way." Sans politely asked.

"Or what, you'll tell your mommy or daddy on me?" The teen mocked. Papyrus stepped in.

"Don't speak of our father or our mother." He deadpanned, his face of determination. The teen then smacked Papyrus in the face, knocking him to the ground. Sans got in front of the kid with anger.

"Don't. Touch. My. Brother." He warned, left eye going blue for a second.

Papyrus got up slowly, silently freaking out that his brothers eye had changed.

The teen pulled out a knife and made a slash in Sans's hoodie.

"Oh that's it!" His eye flashed blue and yellow as he punched the kid in the face, grabbing the knife out his hand. Making his way to the teen, Papyrus stopped him.

"Brother, stop. He is a kid, he has no idea what he's doing!"

"But Paps, he hurt you." Sans pleaded.

"And attacking him will make it better? It will only make us as bad as them."

The teen pulled out a gun and pointed at Papyrus.

"You came prepared, didn't you?" Sans joked before using his magic to point the gun at the kid's head. Papyrus looked on in terror. Making a split second decision, he ran up and tackled Sans.

The teen threw the gun down and ran. Papyrus held Sans down.

"Paps, get off of me."

"No! I can't trust you right now!"

"I won't do anything! Just get off me!"

Sans tried to use his magic to pull him, but Papyrus held on tighter. His arm slipped and he punched sans in the face by accident, creating a crack down the middle of his forehead. Sans eye grew brighter.

"Bro, I can't stop it now, let go!"

"I'm sorry, but no." Papyrus held on as the eye grew brighter.

"I'm serious Paps, let go before we get hurt."

"I'm not giving up on you." Blue light encircled him and Sans, before turning into a mix of blue and orange. They both screamed as they felt the their entire skeleton frames burning.

So, first chapter done! Feedback on my writing, anything I may have gotten wrong, and grammatical/spelling errors are welcome!

- Galaxyishigh