Chapter 1
Note: Sans is actually a word. It means "without."
So, yeah. This is my first fanfiction ever. This idea just kept bridging into more and more, and I had to start writing it.
-TCF
Anything inhuman was treated with harshness ever since the war had ended 200 years ago. This war, between humans and monsters, had caused great turmoil on the surface. The humans, driven by fear and hate, attacked the monsters they had one lived in peace with relentlessly. From those with hate, rumors began to spread of monsters killing and harboring evil intent towards the human race. In the present so many years later, these rumors were accepted as 'facts' and monsters were considered a threat to the human race. If something looked not quite normal, it would quickly be slaughtered by fearful men. Distrust slithered about the surface.
It was a day of horror. A woman, alone, was moaning in pain inside a seemingly barren shack. Things seemed to be happening much too fast, this child had not waited long enough. She had been running for so long, it must have caused this. She screamed again as another contraction hit her, her sound echoing through the room. Wondering how long it would be until the men from her village found her, the soon-to-be mother silently willed the child to hurry. She had fled as soon as those words had been muttered to her.
"If it isn't normal, it dies."
Like many other mothers in her village, she chose to run and hide. Give birth to the child alone, and hide if something went or appeared wrong. After many hours of exhausting pain, everything seemed to go blue. In what seemed a flash, there was a child on the ground. The pain stopped. Shaking, she crawled over and picked up the infant. With a sigh of relief, she smiled. Everything seemed normal, it was a beautiful baby boy. She quickly shrugged off the notion that something seemed missing.
Laughing softly and cradling the sleeping child, she pondered options for names. He was so small, she felt as though something short would fit him. Even in slumber, the child seemed to have a pleasant smile engraved on his face, sans any sort of ill will. It was sudden, and she realized the perfect name.
"Sans."
It simply felt right the moment she said it out loud. She continued to cradle Sans, and eventually he began to stir. She whispered into his ear, "Open your eyes, little one," unaware that this brief period of relief and happiness was about to shatter.
Sans blinked open his eyes, staring up at his mother in wonder. For only one second, everything seemed normal yet off. Her heart pounding, she looked closer at the child. His right eye seemed perfectly normal, dull and grey, but normal. But the left… she couldn't bear to look at. Blue, not normal. It wasn't at all like most blue eyes, it was somehow shattering to her soul, terrifying. It glowed with furious light.
Twelve years later
"Sans, we've got to go!"
Sans blinked awake, unaware of what was happening. His brother, Papyrus, had a kind of desperate look of terror in his eyes and was sobbing.
"What is it? What's wrong?" He was beginning to feel worried.
"While you were sleeping here, I-… I was with mom, shopping. These men showed up and cornered us, they kept asking where the other one was…. I think they meant you. She wouldn't answer them, and… she was screaming for me to run... Oh god, Sans… They snapped her neck, just like that."
Sans felt his blood run cold. His soul felt like breaking in two, but he needed to stay strong, for Papyrus. After all, his little brother was only eight. Fighting the urge to sob and forcing all emotion from his face, he stated in monotone the instructions their mother had repeated many times. Go to the mountain. Go to Mt. Ebott and hide, they won't find you there.
Footsteps could be heard coming. They ran, for what felt like forever. The two brothers reached Mt. Ebott, and began to climb. Somehow, Sans always knew this day would come. The day he would have to stop hiding. However, what he did not anticipate, is falling.
Sans had been telling his brother, "You should go back. They don't care about hurting you, you're normal."
Papyrus had a pained expression on his face.
"Sans, I can't just leave you here, you're my brother. You're the only thing I have left."
Sans chuckled softly, his smile not completely genuine.
"You don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?"
"That Mom told me to come here so I could disappear. Pap, you know the stories. People who come here don't ever return."
"I'm not leaving you Sans."
Sans sighed. His little bro could be stubborn when he wanted.
"Fine."
The two continued their trek up the mountainous path, only sometimes pausing to catch their breath. Papyrus was in tears, but he continued smiling. It seemed to the siblings that their path became more and more less clear, fog eventually causing them to be unable to see more than a few feet ahead of them. Sans slipped, and he suddenly could not feel the ground. He heard his brother scream his name, grabbing his wrist but slowly being pulled forward by Sans' weight.
No, his brother was NOT dying too.
"Pap, let go of me."
"...No."
"It's hopeless, you can't pull me back up."
"I know."
"Pap-"
They were falling, Papyrus clinging on to Sans.
