A/N: I know I already said you should take everything from Gaster's perspective with a grain of salt, and for those of you that didn't, here's what's been really going on. :)

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Silk rustled, fluttering slightly against his bones. The fabric hugged his limbs, just loose enough for him to move, but still a bit odd when he looked in the mirror. He definitely would have liked something looser. He kicked his legs lightly, staring at the book in front of him. He looked at the curtained window and wondered what it must be like on the other side.

Was it green and beautiful like in his books? Was everything pretty and wonderful and... and exciting?

Or was it like what Daddy said? Was it dark and cold and awful and mis... miseraber-able?

Sans pondered this, swinging his feet a bit more. He didn't even think to worry about hitting the floor or kicking the table; his feet would have hung almost a foot above the ground in a regular chair, and this chair was even taller than most. And the table was large as well, so he could safely draw and study.

He sighed.

The monitoring charm clanked against his collarbone. He glanced down at the little necklace as best he could, but he couldn't really see it. Instead, he cradled the star-shaped charm in his tiny hand so he could feel the rounded edges. He knew it was silver, but Daddy said it was sapposed to glow.

Sans had been wearing this little charm ever since he could remember. Daddy said it kept him safe, cuz' Daddy had put part of his soul in there so he could always watch over him and help him! Sans thought it was very cool.

He just wished he was allowed to see his own soul.

"Daddy," Sans finally called. He turned around to look at his big window. It looked into the house, and Daddy liked to check on him through it. Daddy could hear him through the charm, so he knew to come so he could help Sans.

But Sans wanted to try something new.

Glancing at the window again, he carefully slipped down the side of the chair. His feet had almost touched the ground when he was suddenly wrapped up in Daddy's grey magic.

"Sans! What are you doing, baby?" Daddy stumbled into the room, quickly scooping his up and cradling him close. "Babies aren't supposed to walk, sweetheart, you-"

"I coulda'hurt myself," Sans parroted easily. He pushed back so he could look at Daddy. "But I was being careful!"

"No, honey," the older skeleton shook his head with an amused expression. "You're four. You don't know the meaning of careful."

"Even if I fell, everything's all pad... paddled," Sans grumbled, leaning against Daddy again.

"Padded, baby. And that's only in case of emergencies! I don't want you to fall at all. Now, why did you call me, little one?"

Tiny hands opened and closed slowly.

"'M hungry," Sans lied, quietly.

"You know we only eat at certain times," Daddy shook his head. "Are you having trouble with rules today?"

"I-I..." Sans fumbled awkwardly and played with his Daddy's sleeves. Should he tell the truth or should he try something else?

Maybe he could do both...

"C-Could I wear something else? Can I s-see my soul? Cou-Could I-I crawl around a bit, just a-a little bit, please?!" Sans burst with desire, just barely keeping himself from saying his real wish. He stared hopefully up into his Daddy's eye sockets, watching as the eye-lights softened, then hardened even more.

He felt his soul sink a little.

"Some baby's not listening to Daddy today," the big skeleton shook his head and started to walk them to the door. "You know why we have rules, sweetheart. If we mess up even a little bit..." His breath hitched.

"You know I don't like doing this, Sans," the father firmed himself as he walked down the stairs. "But I think you need to go in the timeout chair."

"Daddy-" Sans panicked. He scrambled at the monster's clothing and tried to get a firm grip. "Please, no, Daddy, please, please, I'll be good, I'll listen- I don't want it, I don't want it!"

"You're not listening, Sans," Daddy shook his head once more. They were standing in front of the dreaded chair now.

"Daddy..." Sans hiccuped, burying his face in Daddy's shirt. "Daddy, no... Daddy..."

"I'll be back when you're ready to listen."

The towering skeleton carefully lowered the baby into the chair, letting the technology sync with his magic and lock into place. Sans looked up at him with teary eyes, doing his best not to cry.

"No, no, Daddy..." He pleaded. "Please, Daddy, no-" Grey magic fastened around his wrists, then around his waist, sticking him to the seat. "Daddy!"

"You have to learn, baby," the man started to walk away. "I'll be back soon."

"Daddy!" Sans sobbed. Tears finally rolled down his cheeks, but he couldn't move to wipe them away.

"I won't let you hurt yourself," Daddy disappeared upstairs.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Sans begged, tugging and yanking. The chair held him carefully in place; he couldn't hurt himself on the restraints.

"Daddy!" Sans cried. He tried using magic, but he was very little, and baby skeletons couldn't use magic like big skeletons. His eyes sockets lit for a moment, then went back to his normal eye-lights. His phalanges dug into the arm of the chair, but the chair's magic quickly straightened them back out before he could really scrape them.

"DADDY!" He screamed. He rocked side to side, trying to knock the chair over. It stayed firmly affixed to the ground. "Daddy..."

He sobbed and he sobbed, and he felt like he might never stop crying. His head slowly lowered to his ribcage, and his shoulders quivered and shook violently. He weakly kicked out his legs.

He was exhausted...

"Didn't m-mean to be bad!" He insisted through the tears, talking to Daddy through the charm. "Dun'wanna break the rules- Jus'... jus'..." He hiccuped.

Maybe... Maybe the only way to get out of the chair... was to listen to the rules...

Sans sobbed. Once. Twice. A final, heaving, gasping, choking time.

"I-I gotta wear the-these cloth's cuz' it'll keep my bones from g-getting brit... birttle? And they w-won't break as easy," he began to murmur through his tears. His soul weighed him down further in his seat. "I can't see m-my soul, cuz' it coul'break if anyone touchded it. A-an' I gotta eat regular so I can stay healthy and not snack, an' I c-can't crawl or walk or stand on m'own cuz' I could fall an' really hurt myself... a-and Daddy would be sad."

"Very good, sweetheart," Daddy whispered, kneeling in front of him. "Thank you for listening to me, baby. I'd love to let you out now- this hurts me just as much as you- but you need to think some more, okay? Daddy needs to make sure you can follow the rules."

The four year old nodded solemnly, resigned to sitting in the chair until dinner. He shifted weakly. The chair didn't let him move even an inch.

"That's my smart baby," Daddy smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll be back when you've had some time to think."

"Okay," Sans whispered. His body sagged back; his head slumped forward once more. He tried uselessly to get comfortable in the chair, but he just couldn't seem to move. He swung his legs out tiredly.

He could never tell Daddy about wanting to go outside.

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Sans was sitting in his room, tapping his pencil against the desk. He was bigger now that he was older, but his feet still seemed to hang feet above the floor. Not that he really tried to get down on his own, but he sometimes wondered if Dad was making the chair taller.

He refused to consider that he really wasn't growing that much.

The eight year old focused on the paper in front of him, doodling some equations while letting his mind wander. His magic wasn't very strong- Dad didn't want him to hurt himself, so it was restricted just about as much as everything else- but he found that recently, if he really focused, he could summon a tiny creature. It wasn't a fully formed monster, just a little blob-y thing. It was kinda transparent, like a ghost; that was probably because his magic wasn't strong enough to make anything solid.

(He'd tried forming bone attacks or levitating something, like Dad had done before, but the restrictions in the monitoring charm seemed to stop him from being able to do that. Dad didn't know about the little creature though, so he couldn't restrict Sans from making it... At least Dad didn't listen in to everything he said, anymore.)

So, Sans let his mind wander to the little creature. It was really cute, but he was afraid to draw it in case Dad saw it and realized what was happening. He wanted to keep it around as much as possible, as a little companion. Besides that little creature, ...he only had Dad to talk to...

Just as he finally gathered the courage to summon the little guy, an unfamiliar noise came from downstairs. Sans startled; had Dad dropped something in the kitchen? He glanced at the clock on his desk. No, it wasn't time for lunch yet... So what-?

"Dad?" He called hesitantly, and saw his Dad stalking past his window, down the hallway to the stairs. Dad ignored him. If his Dad wasn't downstairs...

Sans puzzled over the situation for a moment. What was happening downstairs then? He turned to his desk, hitting it with his pencil to see if he could recreate the sound. Maybe if he could recreate it, he could figure out what was happening. When the pencil didn't create quite the same sound, he carefully knocked his knuckles against the wood.

His hands were extremely delicate, and just tapping his bones on the desk sent tiny, painful tingles up his entire arm. But the noise was closer to what happened downstairs, so he tried again with a bit more force.

It was almost exactly the same...

So, the noise came from someone hitting wood... Flat wood, about the size of the desk, according to the way it sounded. Hitting a giant, thick hunk of wood would definitely make a different sound than hitting something, say, the side of a door...

Sans slowly turned to look at his door.

His gaze slid to the window, realizing something amazing could be happening downstairs, right now, and he was missing it-

Sans summoned his little creature forward and quickly sent it downstairs. The ghost-like figure slipped through the door, then quickly found a pot to hide in downstairs so it could see what was going on. Sans watched through its eyes as Gaster stood in front of an open space in the wall, looking beyond the wall to the outside of the house-

They had a way to get outside?!

While Sans spluttered, thinking "since when, since when", over and over again, considering everything he knew about their house, the tiny blob listened carefully to what was happening.

"Wing Dings," a feminine voice pleaded, "I know this is sudden, but, please, he's your son! He'll have no where to go-" A tiny skeleton head popped into the house, looking around. Sans was suddenly paying much more attention.

"Sans is my son! I've never heard of this little urchin, and I refuse to take it in because you can't manage your life properly-"

"I'm dying!"

The tiny skeleton head looked back outside, probably at the woman that had started to sob hopelessly. Sans leaned forward on his desk, desperate to see and understand what was happening. The little blob inched forward as well, trying to fulfill his desire without getting them caught.

"What happened to you, Wing Ding?" The woman cried. "We used to be so close, but after the accident..."

"After the accident," Dad sneered, "I was finally able to see your true, hideous nature. The only regret I have in this life is marrying you."

The woman cried and cried, sounding like she would never stop. Sans's soul ached in sympathy.

"Please!" She begged, gasping weakly. "Please, I'm sick, and no one else can take him. You're his father-"

Sans gripped the monitoring charm, letting it transmit to Dad what he wanted to say, "Please, Dad- We can't just leave him, we can't-"

Dad startled and looked up towards his room. The woman seemed to take this as encouraging, increasing her helpless pleading. Sans quickly did the same, but Dad looked like he was hardening again-

"Please, Dad, I'm so lonely-"

"Fine!" Dad snapped, reaching outside. The tiny blob strained for just a glimpse, but the other baby skeleton was yanked inside and the door was slammed shut.

"Mama?" The baby skeleton questioned, getting upset and eye sockets filling with tears. But Dad was already storming into the stairs.

"Uh oh..." Sans gulped and dropped back down in the chair. He let his little creature fade away and tried not to panic about his apparently very angry Dad. Dad had never been really mad at him before-

The eight year old quickly tried to keep writing equations and pretend like nothing happened, but it was impossible to not flinch guiltily when the door slammed open and Dad stormed into the room. He slowly turned around, giving the towering man a weak grin.

"Heh heh..." He chuckled anxiously.

"How did you hear us?" Dad demanded. "Did you get up on your own? What did you-" The adult monster picked him up and searched him over, searching for some kind of injury or device.

"The door was open?" Sans tried. Dad gave him a stern glare and the skeleton wilted. He opened his mouth to explain, but his eye was caught by the little boy standing in the doorway. Hope surged up suddenly in his chest, filling his chest cavity. "Hey! I'm Sans! What's your name?"

Dad jerked and looked over his shoulder. Sharply, he set Sans back down and turned on the babybones.

"You! Don't you dare come in this room!" Dad shoved the boy out an slammed the door behind him. Sans could faintly hear his yelling through the door. "You are never allowed in there! We're going to set some boundaries today, starting with your place in this house!" Sans twisted around trying to see out the window. He caught a glimpse of the young skeleton crying, then Dad had dragged him out of sight.

Sans sighed and settled down at his desk. He started to reach for his pencil, but his arm was yanked back down to the chair. He found himself fastened in place, just like in "time out". A frustrated huff pushed through his naval cavity, and he figured he was just going to have to wait for Dad to come back.

-[]-

Sans found that for the next few days, his world was even more limited than before. He was kept in his room while Dad got Papyrus sorted out, and he had to wait for Dad to help him if he wanted to do anything different.

He started seeing Papyrus through the window, looking miserable and tired. Sans wondered why. He was also curious about Papyrus's freedom and mobility. Papyrus was a baby too, wasn't he? Then why wasn't Dad carrying him everywhere? Sans knew for sure he wasn't an adult skeleton, but if he wasn't a baby, then what could he be?

Papyrus peered into the window sometimes. He would get this expression like he was curious, concerned, and a little irritated at the same time. Sans had no idea what that was about.

Other than his name, Sans didn't really know anything about Papyrus...

-[]-

"Alright, Sans," Dad entered, his black clothing swishing moodily. He picked the eight year old up and carried him downstairs. "I think you've learned your lesson by now. Is there anything you want to do?"

Sans fiddled and fidgeted. He looked up at Dad, then quickly moved his gaze to the living room. Something was different... There was something in the corner! It looked like some kind of rug... Or a mat. Maybe it was like a thick blanket?

"Um..." Sans turned his thoughts back to the patiently waiting Dad, who had asked him a question. "C-Can I meet Papyrus now?" He gave his dad the biggest baby eyes he possibly could, hoping that maybe, this time, Dad would listen.

Dad shook his head and sat them down on the couch.

"I guess I should have explained some things, baby. Papyrus is going to be living with us, but he doesn't know the rules yet, and he's not very good at being careful like me," Dad murmured. Sans glanced around; where was Papyrus?

"So... I can't... talk to him?" Sans questioned. His brow bones furrowed slightly. He played with his phalanges, cautiously not looking at Dad.

"The little idiot shouldn't even breathe near you, honey," Dad muttered, sounding growly. Sans kicked his legs out and thought about... well, all sorts of things.

He was very lonely in the house with just him and Dad, but now they had Papyrus. But, he couldn't talk to Papyrus, and Papyrus couldn't come near him. So why was Papyrus still here?

"What if he stands really far away?" Sans pondered aloud. He really wanted to talk to someone...

"You're adorable, baby," Dad kissed the top of his skull. "Why don't we set you up in your chair so you can read a book?"

Sans frowned up at him, but he knew better than to argue. He glanced at the chair by the bookshelf. It was taller than all the others, but it was also very fluffy and thick. It seemed strange that it was different than all the other stuff in the living room, but all of the stuff for him was different than Dad's.

"I've read all the books," he hesitantly mentioned.

"Hmm," Dad stroked his chin. His eyes sparkled. "Well, then it's probably good that I picked up a new one!" He waved his hand, summoning a book from the other room.

"Wow!" Sans looked at the cover, but was careful not to touch it until Dad had offered it to him. It didn't look very complex, something about a creature called a 'dog', but Sans didn't care about the actual content. Recently, he was trying to find patterns in stories, things that happened even when they were in different books. "Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Let's get you in your chair, alright?" Dad scooped him up and brought him over to the padded chair. The fluffy material seemed to wrap around his body when he was put in it. It was very comfortable, but moving was kinda difficult. Sans just hunkered down and cracked his new book open. He was used to not moving anyway.

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A/N: Unfortunately, the Great Papyrus has arrived.

QUESTION OF THE UPDATE: Hamburgers or hotdogs? I'm more of a hotdog person myself, and I only recently tried them with mustard and ketchup. Surprisingly, it's really good!