Sans sat idly at the kitchen table, slowly flipping through the pages of that day's newspaper. It was early, maybe 4am? He hadn't bothered to check a clock on the way down. His eyes skimmed over the front page article…
More information on the time before the barrier has come to light, historians are working to put the pieces back together. It still baffles many how such important and long lasting historical content could be lost in such a short span of time, many are suspecting…
Sans flipped the page.
It had been almost 6 days since him and Papyrus had moved in and to be honest it wasn't that different from how it had been underground; already one of his socks had found a spot next to the couch in the living room (much to Papyrus' dismay).
Well, there was one big difference, Crevan.
Sans finished skimming over the rest of the articles in the newspaper, nothing that really stood out. Getting bored Sans flipped to the crosswords and took a pencil out of his pocket before leaning back and propping his feet up on the table. Crosswords helped him think and he needed to do a lot of it.
To be honest he didn't know how to feel about Crevan. Paps and her got along well, they had become pretty quick friends after Papyrus discovered her stash of board games and puzzles under the stairs but still…there was something that was off about her…Just as Sans was about to get analytical the back door swung open, jolting him out of his train of thoguht.
Crevan stood in the doorway in fisherman's coat and boots both of which were covered in mud, her damp hair was sticking up in every direction. She looked beyond tired and….maybe a little bit frightened? Most importantly she seemed to be hiding something under her coat.
"Oh... ah… hi…," Crevan greeted nervously.
"Hey….there," Sans replied slowly, not entirely sure what the proper question to asked would be. An uncomfortable moment of silence passed between the two before Sans decided to try and break it, "Are you alri-"
"Sans!? Where are you!" Papyrus cut him off from upstairs, he must have gone to wake him up.
Looking away from Crevan for a moment he turned his head to call upstairs, "Down here, Paps!" Yet, when he turned his head back to the door she was already gone.
"Where…." Sans blinked and then looked at the ground, a trail of muddy footprints led out of the kitchen. He head the distant sound of a door closing upstairs.
"SANS! Why is there muddy footprints everywhere!?" Papyrus asked angrily making his way into the kitchen
"Not sure….did you just pass by Crevan going upstairs?" Sans asked, eyes still fixed on the foot prints.
"What? No, she's probably already gone to work," Papyrus walked over to the pantry and took out a box of Captain Crunch that had Papyrus' name scribbled in marker between Captain and Crunch.
"Huh…" Sans look towards the stairs. It was official, there was defiantly something off about her.
"Sans! Did you even hear me just now?" Papyrus asked as he sat down at table with his bowl of cereal.
"Oh…no sorry Paps, I'm a little spaced out," Sans turned to his brother.
"Well, as I was saying, Crevan has offered to teach me the extremely hard to master skill of 'fishing,' tomorrow since we have the day off. Of course it shouldn't be too hard for me, the Great Papyrus, to master," he ate a scoop of cereal and continued, "she also offered to teach you as well."
"Oh?" Sans blinked, a little bit surprised.
Papyrus nodded as he swallowed another mouthful of cereal, "It'll be super fun."
"Whale herring you sound so excited I guess I cod fit it into my schedule…" Sans smiled.
"Good, I'll tell-" Papyrus stopped and gave his brother a look of complete and utter disgust before standing up, "I'm…I'm going to go get dressed, right now."
"Ah come on Paps, I couldn't just let that oppro-tuna-ty pass me by" Sans smile grew wider.
Without another word Papyrus left the kitchen and headed back up the stairs. Sans snickered to himself before folding up the newspaper and shoving it into his pocket.