Strolling along the cobblestone path while Toriel strifles through her bag. I was wearing a nice fur coat and boots that nearly reached my knees for the snows was deep and the air was more than freezing. Thick fog made it hard to see anything other than the tall thin trees. It was very creepy, the trees seemed dead and endless. This ambience made chills race on my spine along with the actual chill running along my spine.

The fog clears and shows a silhouette of a group of men. One man was wearing a brown coat and cowboy hat. The others seem to be... bandits? Some were wearing bandanas and equipped with guns while others wore mask and held daggers in their hands.

The unarmed cowboy held his hand up to the side and a flash of light a bone appeared in his hand. "Sherif Papyrus Seraph, your end has come." One bandit says. He appears to be the leader, he holds a gun in his left hand and a saber on his right. He points his gun to the so-called sherif.

"NYEH HEH HEH! THE ONLY END THAT IS AFOOT HERE IS THE END OF YOUR CRIME SPREE!" Sherif Papyrus shouts at the Bandit Leader. He equips another bone in the other hand.

Papyrus commences the duel
Papyrus dashes to the left and knees one bandit then spins, kicking another into the air
The guns go off but Papyrus blocks it by summoning a rib shield
Papyrus taunts
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT"
The bandits charge
Papyrus counters them with a wave of bones
The Bandit Leader loses Papyrus's location
Papyrus checks
BANDIT LEADER REX ATK 28 DEF 28
HE'S PRETTY STRONG, STUPID, BUT STRONG.
Papyrus bashes the back of Rex's head
PAPYRUS WINS THE BATTLE

"NYEH HEH HEH! YOU LOSE!" Sherif Papyrus screeches. His voice was very high pitched and slightly-raspy. He traps the unconscious bandits in a cage of bones. He rummages through his sachel and out comes a flare. He shoots it up in the air, giving of a blast of green smoke.

"Howdy, Papyrus." Toriel greets. Papyrus turns towards Toriel and waves left arm. "OH, HELLO LADY TORIEL!" He shouts and advances.

His eyes were black, the only color inside white pinpricks which acted as his pupils. And seeing his hand from earlier, it was skeletal. I've never seen a monster like him. At least not a monster as tall as him. Being a foot and a few inches taller than Toriel.

"WHAT BRINGS YOU TO TOWN THIS MORNING?" He asks. I got a better look at his face. He had pale ashen skin and no facial hair whatsoever. Though, he did have long silver hair. "Oh, I am introducing a friend of mine to the townspeople. The poor girl has amnesia." Toriel replies and gestures towards me.

I hestitated to extended my hand when his white pinpricks directed his gaze towards me. He had a strong hand, fitting for a sherif. Anyways, yeah, his hand was made of bone.

"I AM PAPYRUS SERAPH, THE GREAT SHERIF SNOWDIN AND SOON TO BE THE CAPTAIN OF STATE GUARD! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" Papyrus chimes. He put a little too much intonation on the word "great". "...I can't remember." I say. His smiles seems to stretch and he sweats a small bit. "OH SORRY. HOW RUDE OF ME. TO ATONE FOR IT, SHALL I DIRECT YOU TO SNOWDIN?" Papyrus responds.

"Why thank you!"


WELCOME TO SNOWDIN

The thick fog cleared and revealed a cozy town. Children played on the streets and the adults joked in the bar. A child noticed Papyrus and ran to him. "Sherif Pap is back!" The child shouted. Seemingly all of the children jumped on Papyrus. "You're quite famous, aren't you." I say. "I AM THE SHERIF AFTER ALL." Papyurs chimes.

"Oh, sherif, sherif! What happened this time!?" A child asks. Even the grown-ups gathered around him. "AH, LITTLE MARCY! I WAS FACING A BAND OF BANDITS: THE BLOOD BANDITS. THEY WERE MANY, AND I WAS ONLY ONE. THE BANDIT LEADER, REX POINTED HIS SABER AT ME AND SAID "SHERIF PAPYRUS SERAPH, YOU END HAS COME..." He continued to tell the tale.

"WELL, I WE HAVE TWO GUEST IN TOWN. THE KIND LADY TORIEL, AND A NEW GIRL. SHE HAS AMNESIA SO PLEASE BE SENSITIVE OF HER. TREAT THEM WITH KINDNESS. SPEAKING ABOUT TREATING.. ALL DRINKS ON ME AT GRILLBYS!" He shouted. The men cheered. He was loved by all of the townspeople.

"Hey, Papyrus!" A yellow dinosaur yelled. "Sans is at Grillbys, it's music day." He adds. "THANK YOU MOKA! I WILL ATTEND TO HIM." Moka simply nods and skips away.

"Sans?" I ask. "MY BROTHER, HE WORKS AS A MUSICIAN AND COMEDIAN AT GRILLBYS, THE MOST FAMOUS BAR IN TOWN."


Smooth piano music echoed through the bar. It was quite quiet for a bar. There wasn't much chatting, only whispers accompanied the music. The only two sources of light other than the candle lit tables were the the stage light and the bartender who seems to have a affinity to fire seeing that he is made out of fire. He wore a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a black bow-tie to finish off his gentleman appearance. I couldn't tell if he had eyes or not, I mean, he could just be wearing eyeglasses to make the illusion that he has eyes.

"GRILLBY, PLEASE SERVE OUR TWO GUEST. THE BILL IS ON ME." Papyrus says. His voice was much quieter but it was still quite loud for a whisper. Grillby simply nods in return before directing his attention towards Toriel and I.

"How can I serve you?" He asks in a echoed british voice. I wasn't really expecting this. I thought Grillby would be more of the rough type. I knew he would be related to fire hence his name but it gave me the idea of a shaggy bartender in a slum like bar. But my low expectations were shattered with a beautifully decorated resturaunt rather than a dirty alley-way bar.

"Good morning, Grillby. I'll have some water please." Toriel orders. Grillby once again nods in return. He picks up some tongs and uses them to pick up a glass from the shelf. He then proceeds to the water dispenser and fills it up with water still using the tongs. Carefully, he places the glass on the counter and slyly presses the ringer in pure playfulness. I wanted to boop that thing so bad too. A few monsters glanced at us when Grillby rang it.

"How about you, ma'am" He directs his attention towards me. I scan the shelves for anything good. "I'll have some whisky!" I reply with confidence. He nods for the third time and reaches for the bottle. He puts it in a relatively small glass. He once agains rings the button.

We thank Grillby. He nods again in delight. He retreats back into the backroom to prepare food for up coming guest. With his absence, we stroll over to Papyrus. He was sitting at the very front. Getting clear view of the musician, who he said to be his brother. They had a strong resemblance with the mere fact that they were pale and has silver hair.

The man wore a dark red tuxedo, crimson, I think it's called. He wore a fancy hat that was tilted over to hide his eyes. Something felt off about him, everything matched. Fancy suit, fancy job, fancy work place, fancy everything. But his smile was killer, it was just so... fake but somehow still real.

Once we sat down on the table with Papyrus, the man started a new song. A relaxing melody as backup and stiff notes for the main sounds.

Wise men say...
Only fools rush in...
But I..
Can't help..
Falling in love with you...

If I stayed...
Would it be a sin...
But I...
Just can't help...
Falling in love with you...

His voice was deep and filled with character. I couldn't help fal- I mean humming along with him. I suddenly felt a strange feeling well up inside me. I squirmed in discomfort. He was looking at me. Something about this man's gaze was disturbing.

I looked to Papyrus, he was holding a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked distant and proud. By the look on his face I knew that the man on stage was his brother. But I was taken back. Both had completely different backrounds. Papyrus was a sherif while his little brother was a comedian/musician.

"You're little brother has quite the talent." I say. Papyrus gives me a confused look. "LITTLE BRO- OH, NYEHHEHEH! SANS ACTUALLY HAS A HUNDRED YEARS ON ME DISREGARDING HIS SIZE. I AM JUST ONE HUNDRED WHILE HE HAS ALREADY REACH TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR!" I widened my eyes in hearing the truth. They are both quite old. They must be one of those monsters that had ancestors that served the first boss monster. By serving them, they gained immortality that had the same rules as the giver and it was passed down through blood line.

Sans was reaching the end of the song. He repeated the last line twice but softer as an ending. It was a beautiful song and his voice was the perfect fit. The audience clapped, satisfied with his great performance.

After one monster gathered the attention of the crowd to propose to his wife who fortunately said yes, Sans hopped of the stage, a smug smirk still plastered on his face. The lively sherif shimmied over to his smaller yet older brother and we soon followed. Even though he was a giant compared to me, Toriel still had a few inches over him while Papyrus towered over all of us.

"SANS, BROTHER! A GREAT PERFORMANCE ONCE AGAIN! MS. TORIEL HAS CAME FOR A VISIT ALONG WITH A NEW FRIEND!" Papyrus chimes. He seems to chime a lot in this AU. "Thanks Paps. Eya Tori!" Sans greets asstaticly. "Olah, sweetheart."

"Eh, sweetheart!?" I say. I didn't take him for the flirty type. "What? Don't like the pet names, sugar?" He replies with a extended smirk. "Uh.. no..I just.. you just caught me off guard. It's no problem."