(IMPORTANT:
If you haven't read my story introducing my "skelemom" then you may not understand Vrinda. So be prepared for a skelemom that has a large part in a fanfiction. If you want to read Vrinda's origin and stuff, here's the link to that story.
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Less important note, Gaster will have [ ]'s in his dialogue to show it's him talking and not Papyrus, so is ONLY in all caps.
I WROTE THIS A YEAR AND A HALF AGO, SOKEEP THAT IN MIND.)
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(1949)
It's a chilly evening in Rhode Island by the water at the Gaster home. A fifteen year old Papyrus is watching TV. The news states that the mafia has made another move against a rivaling family. But nobody can seem to figure out the names of who these mobsters are.
Sans, wearing a button up shirt and brown vest and black slacks walks up to his brother and pats him on his broad shoulder.
"Hey bro. I'm heading out to Flameheart's. Do you want me to get you anything?" Papyrus looks up at his brother and then stands. He's fascinated by the news, but he'd rather hang out with his older brother.
"NO. I'LL COME WITH YOU, BROTHER. AS MUCH AS I HATE GREASY FOOD, I THINK I'LL SPLURGE TONIGHT." Papyrus says with a regal nod and a happy smile. Sans nods back and goes to the coat hanger at the front door and swings his dark brown coat over his shoulders, not putting his arms through.
Papyrus follows, putting on a grey coat over his white dress shirt. The two leave and head down the street. Gaster and Vrinda are out working late tonight as far as Papyrus has heard, so the boys often leave together to hang out.
"See anything interesting on the news bro?" Sans asks.
"I SUPPOSE SO. THERE WAS A ROBBERY ON BROOKLYN STREET, BUT THE ANCHOR SAID SOME MEMBER OF THE MAFIA ACTUALLY SAVED THE STORE BEING ROBBED. I'VE BEEN CONFLICTED ABOUT IF I LIKE THE MAFIA OR NOT. THEY'RE THE BAD GUYS! BUT THEY DO A LOT OF GOOD THINGS TOO." Papyrus folds his arms as he walks and sighs. Sans chuckles and shrugs.
"I think 'right in the middle' is probably the best place to be for something like that."
After getting a taxi ride to the other side of town, Sans pays the man and walks to the very brightly lit bar. The light bulb sign spells out "Flameheart's". The two walk in and the place is full of humans and monsters as usual. Sans looks over to the booth and waves.
At the counter is a pair of flame monsters. The one on the left is a darker red flame with what appears to be a pumpkin like smile in white light splitting his face. He seems happy. On the right is a lighter orange flame with rectangle glasses on. He nods to them as he cleans a glass very thoroughly. The brothers go and sit down at the stools.
"Hey Flameheart, Grillby." Sans says.
"HELLO YOU TWO!" Papyrus says. The flame monsters nod. Flameheart leans in to speak. His voice is whispery, raspy, low. Almost like a thousand matches being lit at the same time.
"Good evening you two. I hope you two drove over here and plan on driving back." Flameheart says. Papyrus raises his brows. An unusual warning from the older flame monster.
"WE TOOK A TAXI HERE. WHY SHOULD WE DRIVE BACK?" Papyrus says. Flameheart leans in a bit more and speaks quietly.
"There have been some very strange repeat robberies and muggings going on." Papyrus gasps and whispers, leaning in hard.
"DO YOU THINK THE MAFIA IS BEHIND IT?"
"Hm… I wouldn't be surprised actually." From Flameheart's peripheral, he can see Sans looking at him curiously. Papyrus isn't sure what that look on Sans' face means… It must be that Sans isn't surprised either!
"Anyway, enough about that. I just want you two to be safe. What would you both like tonight?" Flameheart says, back to his typical volume. Papyrus looks up at the back menu and rests his jaw on his palm. He's eaten almost everything here at least once. The majority of the drinks are things he's not allowed to have and doesn't want really. Alcohol. Bleh. But there is one thing he likes to get every time he visits.
"I'LL TAKE A SHIRLEY TEMPLE AND A SMALL ORDER OF FRIES."
"Pap, you don't mind if I get a drink do ya?" Sans says.
"NOT AT ALL, BROTHER. WE'LL BE TAKING A TAXI HOME ANYWAY. JUST DON'T GET WASTED. I DON'T THINK MOTHER AND FATHER WILL APPRECIATE YOU COMING HOME DRUNK. YOU KNOW HOW IT BOTHERS MOTHER."
"Yeah yeah, just one." Sans says and looks over at Grillby. "Just the usual." Flameheart rings it up and hands the order to his son. Grillby stops cleaning the glass and heads to the back. The door only opens when he or Flameheart touch the handle. It's a special door. The receipt pops out of the old, clanky, loud register and the total is all zeros. But this happens all the time. Flameheart often tells Papyrus that the register is just plain broken. But Sans knows why it's zero. And it's not because the register is broken.
The brothers eat and speak to the flame family for a couple hours, laughing and talking about the silly politics of other countries. Even Grillby cracks up a couple times and he's famous for being nearly mute.
Sans has more than one of his favorite alcoholic drink. A Bloody Mary with extra salt on the rim and two lemon halves. Papyrus warns him not to have another one and Sans admits defeat.
"I think we're gonna call it a night guys. The parents will be getting home soon and I gotta have this one home or /I'M/ the one that's gonna get in trouble." Sans says with a chuckle.
"I AM A GROWN MAN, I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF."
"Pay the bill then." The brothers look at each other and Papyrus huffs and also admits defeat. Sans chuckles darkly and gets out his wallet.
"Thought so. Pap, go snag us a ride would ya? While I pay up."
"FINE." Papyrus stands up and walks out, holding the door open for a pair of exiting human women in very nice outfits. They thank Papyrus and touch his square jaw sweetly in a drunken stride. Papyrus thinks he should get a cab for them first. Flameheart's warning echoes in his head. He can't let these nice ladies be harmed if he can help them!
Sans stays at the bar counter and very slowly counts out the money. "So what do you REALLY think of these robberies?"
"I'm certain they're from a small crime ring from New York. Their tactics are… shoddy. They seem like they're new. It's embarrassing actually, to watch them work. A few of them have come in here in fact." Flameheart says, pretending not to be talking to Sans at all and just making a drink for another customer.
"And? Think they're gonna be a problem?"
"No." Flameheart says with a near laugh. "In fact, most of them should be in jail by tonight." He gives Sans a knowing look and Sans raises his head and nods.
"Right. Thanks as always, you're a big help. See you later Grillby!" Sans says loud enough for a few people to hear. Grillby looks at him and nods to him in goodbye. Sans sets down the money plus a tip and walks off. Flameheart hesitantly takes the money and puts it in a jar under the counter.
Sans makes it outside and it's begun to rain a little. It's more of a misting than anything, but that's normal. He looks around and sees his brother helping one of the two drunken women into a cab. The second one gives Papyrus a very nice red lip stained kiss on the cheek until she flops in her seat and waves, the taxi driving off. Papyrus waves back and then slumps.
"Hehe, hey bro, the ladies getting' the best of you?" Sans says jokingly. "You got something on your face."
"THEY WERE QUITE DRUNK. AND AFTER WHAT FLAMEHEART TOLD US ABOUT TAKING A RIDE HOME, I COULDN'T LET THOSE WOMEN WALK HOME. ESPECIALLY NOT IN THOSE HEALS. DID YOU SEE THEM? WOWWIE, I DO NOT ENVY WOMEN." Papyrus nods to himself.
"Well that's nice of you bro. Always bein' the good guy. But uh… Where's our ride?" Sans says. Papyrus gasps and facepalms. Sans just laughs at him.
"It's alright bro. Those girls needed it more than we did. I think we can walk home just fine."
"IF YOU THINK SO THEN I SUPPOSE IT'S FINE… BUT OUR OUTFITS WILL GET WET AND MAKE OUR HARDWOOD FLOORS WARPED FROM THE WATER. I WONDER HOW MOTHER WOULD REACT TO HER PRECIOUS HARD WOOD FLOORS BEING RUINED…." Papyrus says, a small bit of anxiety in his voice. Sans chuckles nervously and nods.
"You're right, a taxi is a better idea… An angry mom is a scary mom." Sans steps out to the side of the sidewalk a bit more and raises an arm. An oncoming taximan pulls over immediately for them. They get inside and take a fifteen minute drive home. The traffic is surprisingly bad even at this hour. Papyrus notices the driver seems a bit nervous. He wonders why that is. And he's about to ask if the man is alright when they arrive at their home.
"Thanks bud." Sans says and pays the guy in cash. The man looks back and nods his thanks. Papyrus notices that Sans gives him double the amount they were asked for. The two exit the car and Papyrus waves at the driver.
"SANS, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DOUBLE THE MONEY FOR CAB DRIVERS? I'VE NOTICED IT A LOT."
"Pap those poor taxi drivers have to deal with all sorts of people, work crappy hours in crappy weather conditions. Everyone relies on them to get them where they need to go and without them, things would be a bit harder for us all I think. So… I dunno. Makes me feel good to help people like that out." Sans says, unlocking the door to their home. Papyrus stares at his brothers' back for a moment, taking in the fact that his brother really is a good guy and that he's happy to be related to him.
Once inside the two tell each other good night and head off to their own spaces. Sans in his room and Papyrus takes the living room television. The screen is small and everything is in black and white. The nightly news goes right on.
"-and the fire was put out. And tonight, there was a robbery that happened on Wallburg and Greene Street. A pastry shop was set on fire by three human males. Police say that after they set the building on fire, they tried to make a run for it. But two individuals grabbed the men and tied them up, sitting them all together in a circle. Police arrived, but the two people that captured these criminals left just before anyone could see who they were. Rumors have spread that the two could be from a very prestigious Mafia family. It's yet to be seen if this is Mob related or not, or if they were just doing the right thing. So, to whoever you are, the owners of "Mark and Betty's Pastries" say: 'Thank you for catching the men that did this. When the store is fixed, please come in and have a free pastry of your choosing. '" The anchorman says. The sound of the mans' voice is gravelly and soothing. If Papyrus wasn't so interested in this story, the sound might have put him to sleep.
A small picture comes up on screen of a picture an officer took of the two saviors of the pastry shop. It appears to be a couple running away into the shadows. Their silhouettes are barely visible but… Papyrus can't shake the feeling he knows who those people are. That the two in the photo are familiar… Weirdly familiar…
No no, something like that could never be… The shadows look like his very own parents… But that's impossible. Papyrus shakes his head and turns the TV off, amazed that he could ever think of something so ridiculous. He must have had too many greasy fries or something. Pap gets up and goes to his room and goes to sleep.
It's only a couple hours later and Papyrus hears their front door open. His parents are home. His mind is foggy but he can hear them talking quietly. He hears his mom note that their sons are both home since their shoes are both there. Gaster tells her he's getting in the shower and quiet whispers and a giggle are foggy in Papyrus' mind. He falls asleep again, not hearing the pair of footsteps head to the bathroom together.
The next morning when Papyrus wakes up is strange. The first thing he thinks of is that crazy thought from last night. His parents were the ones to save that Pastry shop. Even if it was them, they couldn't be from the mafia. No no, that's silly. But why would they run away? Only a criminal would run away and not accept thanks and TV time. Papyrus shakes his head and gets dressed, heading out into the kitchen. Everything is normal. Dad is at the table reading the news paper with a coffee in his hand, mom is at the oven making some sort of breakfast… The only slightly unusual thing is that Sans is also at the table with a coffee. Sans never wakes up before Papyrus. But he looks like he's got a headache. He probably couldn't sleep because of those two drinks.
"GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!" Papyrus says with Zeal. Vrinda turns from the oven first and smiles sweetly at him, her yellow apron swaying with her.
"Good morning sweet heart! Are you feeling alright? Sans got in here an hour ago." Vrinda says jokingly.
"[SANS IS ONLY AWAKE BECAUSE HE'S SICK.]" Gaster says with a small chuckle. He's unusually against his children drinking, so seeing Sans suffer for his gluttony of alcohol is pleasing to him. It's punishment without having to deal it out himself. Even though Sans is legally allowed to drink… Papyrus still has one more year to go.
"I'll get over it…" Sans says.
"Papyrus honey, help me get the plates to the table?" Vrinda says. Papyrus happily goes over and helps his mom pick up several plates, one in each hand and another one next to it on their arms. Sans and Gaster take a few of the plates off of their hands. And arms…. Papyrus used to wonder why their parents didn't just use their magic to do everything, but they explained that it's a waste. If they can do it physically then they should, and save magic for it something important happens.
Everyone is sitting down now and eating. Papyrus loves his mothers' cooking. She's the only one that's good at it. Gaster has tried to help her in the past, but things always get burnt or over seasoned when he helps. Sans is just barely better, and only at dessert foods. He tried making a dessert quiche once and it didn't work out at all. Papyrus thinks he's good at cooking, but if he is, it's only because of his mom.
"SO MOTHER, FATHER, HOW WAS WORK YESTERDAY? YOU BOTH WERE GONE FOR QUITE A LONG TIME. YOU GOT HOME LATE I HEARD." Papyrus says, looking at his parents, subconsciously looking for any suspicious face twitches or… anything really.
"[IT WAS A LONG DAY. DIFFICULT. BUT IT ALL WORKED OUT.]" Gaster says, looking away from his paper to make eye contact with Papyrus. He always make eye contact when speaking. It's a rule that he's always enforced with the kids as well.
"Bunch of stuffed shirt guys honestly." Vrinda says, waving a hand with slight irritation.
"They think that only their ideas are the right ones. Sometimes I wonder why we work with them if they don't take our advice. What's the point?"
Papyrus didn't see anything different than normal… Ha. Haha! What a fool he is, to think his parents were out saving people like super heroes or something. They're just negotiators. Well, Pap supposes that's a different kind of life saving. Without them helping the FBI, people in hostage situations would be… Well, the cops would be cleaning up bodies instead of criminals.
"I HOPE THEY LEARN TO LISTEN TO YOU TWO. IT REALLY COULD BE A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION IF THEY DON'T." Papyrus says.
"They'll learn to listen someday, honey. We're very good at our jobs after all." Vrinda smiles sweetly and the subject is utterly dropped.
"[SANS. HOW WERE FLAMEHEART AND GRILLBY DOING?]" Gaster says, lowering his paper a bit. Sans sits up straight from his pathetic folded position on the table and holds his head. Two drinks normally don't bother him so much. UGH.
"They were good. In high spirits. I actually got Grillby to crack up. And there were no fights in the bar either. It was a good night." Sans says with a small nod. Papyrus can see Vrinda giving Sans a sympathetic but amused look at his pain.
"[NO FIGHTS. THERE SHOULDN'T /BE/ FIGHTS. BUT IT'S GOOD TO HEAR THAT YOU TWO DIDN'T HAVE TO GET INVOLVED IN SOMETHING LIKE THAT ANYWAY.]" Gaster says. He folds the news paper and sets it aside to finally begin eating. Everyone knows that Gaster won't be speaking now until he's done with his food. So the remaining three shift whatever conversation to just them. Sans tells Vrinda how sweet Papyrus is helping a couple of drunk ladies into a cab. Of course Vrinda dotes over her youngest and gives him praise and kisses, glad that she was able to raise a gentleman.
The morning and day go about as normally as it always does. Breakfast is finished and the whole family clean their own dishes and dry them and put them away, then Gaster gets his stuff and leaves to work. Vrinda decides she's going to stay home though and clean the house. Sans gets a call from Civetta and he tells his mom and bro that he's gotta leave and help her out with something. There's a house that needs taken care of. Papyrus loves Civetta a lot. She baby sat him and Sans for many many years and as far as he can remember, she's worked as an electrician. Sometimes Sans goes and help which Papyrus used to think was weird because there's no way he's trained in that stuff. But it stopped being weird when Sans explained that he's small and can see and get into places that Civetta, a six foot seven owl monster, cannot.
All afternoon, Vrinda and Papyrus clean the entire house. The walls are scrubbed, the tub, sink and toilet cleaned, beds made, dishes rewashed in the sink, just in case! The floors are swept by Vrinda and Papyrus hand washes it. (He insisted that his mother should not have to get on her knees when HE'S there to do that kind of stuff.) Papyrus finds cleaning therapeutic, and so does his mom. So doing it together is fun and enjoyable. Once the two are done they even turn on the gramophone with a jazzy record on it. It's his moms' FAVORITE record. The two dance and laugh and don't even notice when Gaster comes back and stands in the doorway with his arms folded, watching them with a happy smile on his face. Papyrus spots him and blushes, embarrassed. But Vrinda just spins over to Gaster and gives him a sweet kiss.
It's a completely normal evening as well. Mom and dad go off to have a meeting with someone and Sans comes back from helping Civetta. Papyrus is busy doing school work. Homeschooled of course. Mom and dad explained years ago that because they work some important people, Papyrus might be in harm's way, especially with other kids who are pretty mean. So he's accepted that. Papyrus is close to graduating, so he works extra hard during the day and evenings usually.
"Pap, you're doin' good with school?" Sans says that night, taking off his overcoat and jacket, stretching with a yawn.
"OF COURSE I AM. I'M THE ONE WITH STRAIGHT A'S YOU KNOW…. I WONDER HOW MOTHER AND FATHER DO IT SANS. HOW CAN THEY WORK SO HARD AND STILL FIND TIME FOR US?"
Sans walks over to his brother and sits on the couch next to him, patting his leg.
"That's a silly question. They're our parents and they love us. They MAKE time somehow. I don't know how but they're just made that way. Work all day, grade papers and go to sleep. Can you imagine what it was like when BOTH of us were being schooled?" Sans leans back and folds his arms and closes his eyes.
"They're pretty amazing alright. But you know, now that I graduated a few years ago, there's more time to focus on you and your education. So don't get all misty eyed, just get it done and graduate with straight A's like you've always done. You're gonna be someone great Papyrus, I just know it." Papyrus looks from his paper over at his brother with a brow raised.
"WHO'S GETTING MISTY EYED?" Papyrus says. "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU TO PRAISE ME SO MUCH."
"To your face anyway. I dunno, I'm your big brother, can't I want the best for you?" The two look at each other with familiar smiles. Sans punches Papyrus' leg and Papyrus punches his arm. And so the distraction from education begins.
The two eventually stop wrestling each other into the ground and decide to watch the news. The weather's going to be rainy, politics are boring and that old man is still complaining about how the high school kids keep cutting through his lawn. But now Paps' favorite part of the news.
"Today, an apparent 'sit down' went wrong at a home over at West and Burkley." An anchor woman says. A picture comes up of a house, playing footage from that afternoon.
"Just twenty minutes ago, five members of the Bonano family mafia and two other unknown people were inside when a car drove by and threw a bomb at the home. It's thought to have been a rivaling mob family. Three of the five members of the Bonano family were killed in the blast while the two unknown persons weren't there when police arrived. The remaining two Bonano members refused to tell police who they were, but insisted that they had nothing to do with the murder of their family... In other possible mafia related news, this morning a dead man was found hung upside down by his feet with paper attached to his chest labeling him 'traitor'. But the suspected perps didn't leave quick enough, because the man who found this strange scene took a picture." On the screen, a picture comes up of two running people. The resemblance is frightening. The two look just like their parents. The picture goes away and the woman keeps taking. But Papyrus isn't listening.
"SANS! DID YOU SEE THAT? AREN'T THOSE TWO... MOM AND DAD?" Pap asks and looks at Sans with wide sockets. But Sans seems to be as relaxed and bored as he always is.
"What? Don't be ridiculous bro. Mom and dad wouldn't do something like that. You're seeing things." Sans brushes it off quickly, confident in his words. But Papyrus knows what he saw... those two people. He's lived with them his whole life. He thinks he knows what his own parents look like...
Later on, when the two go in their own rooms, Papyrus doesn't sleep. He's in shock... his parents... did they really kill that man and put him on display like that? Could his parents have been lying to him this whole time?... They always have a convenient excuse for things... A home caught on fire somewhere? They had a printer catch fire at work. They come home with wounds? A minor set back with an uncooperative hostile party. Always excuses. But Papyrus seriously wonders what he would do if he found out his parents were bad guys... And Sans... He has to know about this. Sometimes he goes out with them for work...
From the front door Papyrus hears his parents coming in. It's midnight. Papyrus puts his ear to the door to listen carefully.
"[OW... OW...]" Gaster says. It sounds like Vrinda is holding up a limping husband. "[THOSE BASTARDS...]"
"Shh. I'll fix you up in the bathroom. Just a little longer honey." A tired sounding Vrinda leads the two of them to their bathroom across the house. But Papyrus does his best to keep listening... He can't hear anything but a little bit of shuffling and a possible curse from his father... Why is he hurt though?... If that person running from the dead man was his dad, then it didn't happen this morning... But the two unidentified people in that house bombing... that happened just a bit ago. Could those two that went missing been them? It would make sense for them to take this long getting home if Gaster's leg was injured. Why didn't they take a cab? Unless they didn't want a driver to snitch on them...
He can't believe this. This can't be true. Maybe Sans is right. He's seeing things... Maybe his dad's leg got hurt because... he rolled his ankle on the sidewalk or something. Maybe a dog ran up to him and bit him. But then, who are "those bastards?"... He can't think of an excuse for that... Papyrus considers going out there and asking what happened... But he's tired... He's sure it'll be fine in the morning... Surely...
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The next morning is another normal one, but now Papyrus can't stop himself from looking at everything differently... Dad reading the paper, his leg appearing fine. Mom making breakfast, humming a sad sounding tune she'd sing to them at night sometimes. It calms her down too. No Sans, as is typical.
"Morning Sweeeeeet heart.~" Vrinda says cheerfully. Pink apron today.
"GOOD MORNING MOTHER. MORNING DAD."
"[HELLO PAPYRUS. DID YOU SLEEP WELL?]" Gaster says with a smile.
"HM... YES." Papyrus says hesitantly. Gaster gives him a curious look.
"[THAT DIDN'T SOUND VERY SURE. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?]"
Papyrus looks at his father's curious face. He expects to see a dark look in his dad, like a bad guy would have. But all he sees is a genuinely curious happy looking father. There's no way this kind man who would spin him in the air as a baby and belly laugh when Papyrus would smear food on his face could ever be a bad person...
"AH, YES, I THINK I HAVE A CRICK IN MY NECK IS ALL."
"[I WONDER IF YOU 'PULLED A MUSCLE' WHEN YOU AND YOUR MOM WERE DANCING YESTERDAY.]" Gaster says with a smirk.
"Papi dearest, come sit. As usual your brother is still sleep, but I'm sure that when he smells what I made he'll spring right off of that mattress." Vrinda says with a big happy smile. Papyrus can't see a bad bone in her body. She's far too sweet to be a bad guy. Making chocolate chip cookies and playing on the floor with him growing up… Sans must be right. He was completely over thinking what he saw.
Papyrus sits down and his mom sets a beautiful breakfast of ham, eggs and mashed potatoes garnished with some green leafy stuff down. Pap can never remember the name. Toast and orange juice are also set down.
"IT'S BEAUTIFUL MOTHER. SANS WELL SURELY REGRET MISSING THIS." Papyrus says with a small grin.
"I could never miss out on mom's cooking." Sans voice says. He comes out in some silly pajamas that he bought ironically but now seriously loves. Pink and frilly. Papyrus snerks at his brother at the same time Vrinda does.
"Hey, don't laugh. They're super soft." Sans says, waking over and rubbing his sockets. Papyrus can't hold his laughter in much longer as his brother sits down.
"S-SANS THEY'RE UTTERLY RIDICULOUS! WHY DID YOU BUY THOSE? EVEN IRONICALLY-"
"Hey hey hey, don't get your underwear all 'ruffled' up." Sans says, giving double finger pistols and a wink. Papyrus slumps and glares.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU BOUGHT THOSE JUST SO YOU COULD MAKE THAT TERRIBLE JOKE."
"I won't tell you then." Sans says with a shrug. The parent's chuckle under their breath. Everything is normal.
The rest of the morning and afternoon. Typical. Papyrus thinks he must have messed up, thinking his family were bad people. What a crazy thought.
Sans leaves on what sounds like urgent business. The parents leave for a thankfully late shift so this leaves Papyrus alone for the night. Papyrus decides to head out on the town before all the shops close to look for gifts for everyone just because he's in such a great mood now. But while on the way into town on a walk, he feels a drop on the top of his skull.
"AH, I FORGOT... THE NEWS SAID IT'D RAIN." Papyrus says to himself. He's already made it to town, but the sky is looking gloomier by the second. He may have to just hide someplace to avoid it.
Papyrus walks around and window shops for about half an hour until the drops start to become worrisome. He decides it's time to go inside someplace. People are either getting out their umbrellas, hiding under their coats or going inside somewhere. Papyrus sees a place he thinks will do nicely until he hears someone yelling. Instantly his senses are heightened. Someone is in trouble…. It's dark and late. The first thing that pops into his head is that awful thought from before. That his parents being bad guys. What if he catches them in the act of something?... No no, it must be something else.
Many huge strides take Papyrus through the now pouring rain in the darkness until he gets to an alley where he hears two voices. One is trembling in fear and the other…..
"So you think you're gonna mess with /MY/ family huh? You think you and your little toy soldiers are gonna hurt my family and not get away with it? You threw a bomb at the house my parents were in bub, and my dad-… It's something that can't be overlooked." Sans says darkly. He's standing in front of a young man who's pinned to a brick building with blue magic. The guy looks pretty beat up…
"I-I-I was ordered to! I didn't even want to go, they dragged me! P-please! Please I'm sorry!" The young man says in a shaking nearly sobbing voice. Sans is quiet for a second, reading the guy. He relaxes his gaze and steps away, letting his magic dissipate. Sans takes a step forward and brushes the guys shoulders off a little, clearly in a mocking way.
"If I ever catch you around here, kid… Well let's just say you are REALLY not gonna like what happens next. Capiche?" Says Sans. Papyrus' eyes go huge and he can feel what should be his heart plummeting. He's never heard his brother talk like that before… His voice low and menacing. The intent to hurt someone. It's horrifying…. His very own brother. Is… bad?
"C-capiche!" The guy says. Sans knocks him down to the ground and he falls into a small puddle. The guy scrambles to his feet and runs away, breathing hard and shaking from fear. Sans stands there and watches him go. He sighs and adjusts his trilby hat on his head. Papyrus backs up slowly. No… He's going to get caught! Sans turns around and walks towards him, but Papyrus is unable to move from the crashing feelings in his ribs. This is a bad dream.
"S-SANS." Papyrus says quietly. Sans gets up to him and his eyes are wide, seemingly scared that he's been caught by the one person he didn't want to see right then.
"Pap… Heeey Papyrus what are you doin' out here?" Sans says. Awkwardly trying to adjust his stance and demeanor.
"SANS… WHAT… WHAT WAS… THAT?..."
"What was what?"
"THAT!" Papyrus says louder now. He looks so… betrayed. Sans just looks down a little and… is so mortified. He can't believe his baby brother saw him like that….
"It was exactly what it looked like." Sans says lowly. The sound of the rain almost blocks it out, but Papyrus heard him loud and clear…
"YOU…. YOU'RE GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO ME /RIGHT NOW/ SANS." Papyrus is still hoping very hard that this isn't what it looks like. He wants this to not be real.
"I guess I am…. Fine. I'll tell you the truth. But not out here. Mom's gonna get mad if we go home all wet."
Papyrus can't believe what he's hearing! The TRUTH? And Sans is saying all this while reminding him that their mom is going to get mad? Why is he so CALM about this?
But Sans isn't calm. He's been hiding this for YEARS. His whole life he's been keeping this life a secret from his baby brother….. His blue soul beats hard in his chest.
He knows this is going to be a very long night for his family.