A/N: I changed the secondary genre to "Family", because... well, you'll see in this chapter. But this story will definitely have lots of humor! That's what I do best.

I'd like to know what you think. Chapter 2 time, now!


"SANS! GET OUT OF BED, YOU LAZYBONES!" The door to his bedroom was frantically knocked.

Sans drowsily opened his eye sockets. Again with this yelling as an alarm clock; he would have much preferred to have soothing jazz music welcoming him to this new day.

"IT'S 12 IN THE AFTERNOON!" Papyrus unknowingly corrected his observation. "YOU NEED TO BE ON THE LOOK-OUT FOR HUMANS BY NOW! WE CAN'T AFFORD ANOTHER SALARY CUT."

Salary shmalary. He could live sleeping under a rock and he would still be happy. But then, he couldn't support his baby brother. So getting out of bed it was, then.

Well, "getting out" wasn't the exact term to use. In his sleep, he had rolled over onto the floor with his legs still on the bed, his blanket making sure he hadn't been uncomfortable as he was curled around it with his arms.

He put on his winter jacket as he turned the handle out to the hallway, and without further notice a bundle of socks was shoved into his hold.

"AND PICK UP YOUR SOCKS!" Papyrus commanded.

"...you picked them up. you're just giving them to me." Sans stated as a matter of fact.

"WHATEVER. JUST TAKE THEM. UNDYNE IS COMING OVER AND I NEED TO IMPRESS HER IF I'M GOING TO BE ACCEPTED INTO THE ROYAL GUARD. I WONT HAVE IT SCREWED UP BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO YOUR CHORES!" The taller skeleton shoved his brother downstairs in the direction of the laundry room, Sans still holding onto his impressive collection as he was pushed. "WASH THEM! WE CAN'T GIVE A VIBE OF BEING TOO LAID-BACK AND LAZY, OR SHE WONT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY! SO NO CRACKING JOKES, SANS!"

"...come on, paps. you sure she wont find them humerus?" He made sure to draw out the last word, along with a sly wink.

"OH MY GOD, SANS!"


After leaving his brother to clean up their house, Sans started his routinely shift by crossing into the forest areas of Snowdin. He took note of the smallest of things to cure his boredom, like the snow falling unusually thick. If it hadn't been for the cold, he would have sneaked in a quick nap beneath some branches. The skeleton put his hands in his pockets as far as the sleeves would allow, scanning the endless woods, taking a few steps in different directions as he continuously did just so. As his mind was absent, and so his attention, it took a while for him to notice a mysterious lump in the snow...

He stopped in his tracks, neglecting to shake off the snow having made its way into his slippers. With the help of a hand making shadows for his eyes, and squinting with that, he could finally see it. At first, he assumed it was just a rock, but boredom could do many things to a mind, such as the conviction that even the simplest of distractions could be entertaining.

Walking up to the assumed rock, he tried pushing it with his left foot. His eyes widened. It was no rock, or, at least not a solid one. But how can a rock not be solid?

Curiosity overtaking him, he took to brushing off the snow as best as he could. Several swipes, and the last one conveniently removed the snow from the place instantly revealing the cause.

He stared, unable to have it properly sink in; all his rushing thoughts merely allowing for confusion, anxiety, fear of the unknown before him.

It was... some kind of snake monster. It was built like a snake, but had limbs, two other heads protruding from its tips. It was somewhat taller than him, but it evened it out with lack of strength, or, so he assumed. Being a monster himself, it was no trouble identifying its gender, being female. He put to fingers to what he assumed was her neck, and, fortunately, she was still alive.

When he finally snapped out of his trance, he shook the poor thing urgently, hoping it wasn't too late to save her.

"hey? are you alright?!"

As if flipping on a switch, the slithery creature began hissing. Whether it was from pain or the habit of her species was up to interpretation. She had trouble speaking, assumably having a sore throat from the stiffness of being out on the cold, but he could manage to decode little of it.

"Help... me... the Kraang... they're..." a shaky hand gripped his, begging for what her voice couldn't produce.

He decided to make sense of what she said later. Right now, she needed medical aid. He picked her up, surprised at how light she was, but still struggled to carry her in a fashion that wouldn't drag her head or feet on the ground. It was lucky she had collapsed in Snowdin, otherwise he would have to walk carrying her for several miles, assuredly.

Sans had no idea if it was his talks with the old lady which grew his empathy for others, or if he had always felt that way, just not towards humans. Whatever the reason, he wasn't allowing himself to ignore someone who desperately needed help, or else he knew it would tear on his conscience.

Now, to explain this to Papyrus...


Papyrus had been very humane about it. In fact, he was the one to order Sans around on how to lay her down in a fashion that wouldn't make her condition worse. First, he told him not to lay her on her back; if she threw up, she could be choking to death from her own vomit. Then, don't give her water until she had been awake for a while, as it dangerous to someone in a state of shock, if she were. And last but not least, keep her warm. Even though they had plenty of blankets, Sans offered his thick, fur jacket to grant her warmth.

Sans had actually been surprised at Papyrus' sense of craftiness, and when asked how he knew all this, the younger brother had simply answered that if he were to become a royal guard, he needed to be knowledgeable in survival skills. Sans rolled his eyes to himself, thinking how cute it was that he was so enthusiastic about his ambitions. He sometimes envied it...

As Papyrus went back to cleaning, Sans just sat there in what seemed like hours of time, simply waiting, the clock ticking away. His gaze wandered back to her face, hearing her gentle breaths, and then the questions crept into his consciousness one by one.

Where did she come from? Was she a tourist who had gotten lost? Is she a resident of some other town her had never been to, and came for a visit? He even dared think a bizarre one; did she not come from this world?

He scoffed a laugh at that thought. Ridiculous. There was no way...

He put a gentle, tentative hand to her forehead, seeking to find if her fever had gone down. Instead, a flash came before his eyes, coming like lightning to his mind. His eyes widened as they no longer saw her, but something else before them.

It was... a heart. A soul. It had no color he had ever seen a soul have before; indigo illuminated from the depths of its core. How he even identified it as a heart was a testament to his experience, because a rookie would certainly not have seen it as one. It was... in all directions. The tip pointing upward, downward, sideways, the lines going in distorted proportions, much like waves. A sound... it was getting louder. Audible, loud, ear-tearing... it was a blood-curling scream for help, in a voice he didn't know could be heard to a monster's ear. It was...

He removed his hand from her forehead, shaking, his heart pounding in irregular beats as sweat rolled down his head. Ragged breathing wouldn't cease. It wouldn't stop.

Whatever she... this thing... was... it wasn't a monster. It wasn't human... it was... an unidentified creature he had never in his life laid eyes on, and one most likely would have been seen in labs if it had been concieved.

A chimera?

A hybrid?

A... mutant?

"Impossible..." His mind turned completely blank, shut down as his eyes could do little but stare at the still resting creature in front of him, pondering how she ever came to be.


"So what kind of mutants do you think are here?" Michelangelo asked as he absently twirled his nunchucks around, walking with exaggerated steps.

"I'm not sure. I'm not catching any on my radar." Donatello said as he carefully monitored the screen of his mutagen scanner. "There has to be some of them around here though. We saw it with our own eyes." He frowned, punching the device in frustration. "Maybe this device need some fixing. Was a while ago I did after all. Let's take a break and see if I can find what needs to be upgraded." He decided as he spun around a wrench he always secretly carried with him to open its innards. "Any luck on calling the others?"

"Nope", Mikey said, holding a T-phone away from his ear to confirm his statement, "No signal in here." His mind caught a thought, dismissed it, then nagged him until it forced itself out of his mouth. "What if we're still not in New York city?... what, if... this isn't our Earth at all?" Mikey's epiphany came to him.

"That's simply not possible, Mikey." Donnie commented as he began observing the cords inside the scanner, "The portal gun wasn't created for dimensional travel. One would need a stronger power source to accomplish that, which I doubt even the Kraang possess. That they got to our dimension from Dimension X was either a lucky shot or the product of months of research. While I did use their technology for my blueprints, it's still just that; miming formation, often inferior to the original models. If I had to guess, we're probably inside Niagara Falls."

"Why can't we just prove who's theory is right?" Mikey countered fiercely, still believing firmly in his words, "Why don't you use the portal gun right now?" He challenged.

Donnie froze in his motions, his nerves going numb as a blush sneaked itself onto his face.

"I... left it behind..."

"You WHAT?!" Mikey yelled, causing the sudden outburst to bounce of the cave walls in an echo. Donnie frowned in self-defense; trying to explain what had lead him into doing so.

"You just ran into the portal! I had no idea what it was doing to you; you were not exiting the other one! I was worried, you know? So all rationale thinking vanished as I desperately wanted to get you back... and in the process, my panic left it behind."

"I was fine! I can take care of myself! Leaving it behind was a dumb move, now we may never get back!" He held up his hands in a hopeless gesture.

"Like you're one to talk!" Donnie stood up, shoving at his younger brother. "If you hadn't just run right into this mess, then maybe we wouldn't be here! Maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't made me worried sick, we could be back at the lab! Maybe, if you had just actually listened to me for once, we wouldn't be walking in a cold, dark cave, perhaps without an exit! You always mess things up! ALWAYS! You just ruin everything!"

Mikey stood and glared Donnie straight in the eye, having a secret dagger war between them. In the end, Mikey just gave a shameful sigh, looking below.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it! You just make the same mistakes over and over again! I'm not entrusting you to anything again. 'Cause you never do anything right!" Donnie said as he assertively picked up his equipment and walked ahead. "You should just find your own way out of here. I'm leaving!"

Mikey could feel tears well up in his eyes at his brother's hurtful words, but blinked them away, not allowing them to steer him away from the situation at hand. Now wasn't the time for quarrel. He was willing to swallow his pride if it meant the better outcome for them being lost.

"Donnie, wait!" Mikey ran followed suit in a little sprint, the taller turtle still walking with furious steps away from him. "You can be mad at me how much you want, but splitting up isn't what we should do! You will probably despise me for saying what I'm about to say, but horror movies and comic books warn just about the dangers of splitting up! I..." 'I don't want my last memory of you being a silly fight', he wanted to say, but the stinging words he'd heard from him kept playing in his head on repeat, silencing him.

Donatello turned around to look at him. It was obvious Michelangelo was about to cry, and guilt suddenly washed over him. However, it quickly subsided as he with a harsh tone groaned in agreement.

"Ugh, fine!" He cocked his head in the direction of the most likely tunnel to hold an entrance, "Let's go this way. But you're listening to me, understand? With or without the scanner, we will find those things! Screw things up, and... and..." He tried coming up with a proper threat, but then just huffed, "Wh-whatever. Just don't do anything rash, okay?"

"But..." Mikey knew he couldn't blow this chance on gaining Donnie's trust again, so his voice cut off to restart. "Okay."

Unbeknownst to them, as they reverted to their stride, two aliens in android suits were watching them from a respectable distance. Aliens which had no benevolent feelings towards the ones they were persecuting.

"Kraang believes we should send which is called a signal to the Kraang Highness."

"Well, Kraang believes we should wait a little longer and keep on pursuing the ones referred to as the turtles."

"Kraang believes you're which is commonly named an idiot."

"Kraang thinks you suck. Kraang finds this which is called comical. Ha. Ha."

"Kraang says f*ck you."

"Kraang ignores it in favor of doing the activity which in common terms is spying."

"Kraang agrees."


A/N: I wanted to end the chapter on a more comical note. Writing their fighting tore at my very emotions.

Yeah, I'm on fire! I feel so pumped to write this story now, ever since I put less pressure on myself about making my writing perfect. I'll just write what comes to me from now on. I have so many ideas, I can't wait to put them down on paper!

I would love getting reviews, but simply taking your time to read my work makes me happy.

Peace out!