((HEY HERES ANOTHER QUICK CHAPTER!)) ((LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED))

Sans slowly sat up in his bed, the looming darkness warning him that it was still early morning. He could hear the sound of scuffling and rushing about, and with little effort, he pushed back his blankets. He wondered if his dad was getting ready for work, but the thought quickly disappeared when he remembered his father didn't work in the mornings. Only in the afternoon.

A sickened feeling filled his gut as he slowly pressed his bare feet to the creaking floor, and slowly tugged at his shorts ridding up on him. He smacked his mouth a tiny bit, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and silently made his way across his half empty room to the doorway. His wide, bright blue eyes peered out of his bedroom, staring around the hallway. He didn't see anything, and nothing seemed out of place for the time being...He wondered what he had heard. Did Papyrus have a nightmare?

Sans went back to his room, tugging on his pants and socks, before hurrying back to the door and wondering out into the living room. Thats when he saw it. The living room torn apart, their window smashed, the door open wide and the dreary light from the apartment complex hall slipping in. His heart stopped, and he quickly backed away. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

The sudden, skin crawling sound of his brother's wailing came to his ears. He felt his heart jump into his throat, like he had to throw up. He rushed to the hallway, socks nearly slipping on the carpet as he burrowed through the younger's bedroom. A man was lurking over his brothers bed, and Sans gave a shout that shocked him. The mans cold, yellow eyes flickered and Sans recognized him suddenly. It was the man in the suit from Grilby's...The one that made his father so terrified. He slowly approached him, his toothy smile making tears slip into the eldest brother's eyes.

"No need for tears, little one." he whispered, placing a finger to his lips. He slowly slinked forward and gripped Sans' chin. "It'll all be over in a moment." he said. Sans felt a cold blade rushing across his chest, and he let out a shriek of terror, the blade pressing harder against his chest.

"SHUT IT." the man hissed. "Mr. Flowey! The Police are coming!" A woman's voice came from the hall. The man spat and hissed, standing a tad, before sighing. "Very well, I suppose I cant finish the job. I'll be back for you, street rats." he said with another grin. Sans collapsed as the man went with the woman, leaving the room. He hiccuped, hot tears slipping down his slightly chubby cheeks. He clenched the carpet in his fists, before rushing into his brother's bedroom when he heard another soft hiccup.

"Pap? Pap, Pappy tell me youre alright." he hiccuped, bending over the bed to pull his little brother into his arms. He looked alright, a little mark across his throat gave Sans chills. The man must've tried slitting his throat. Or at least, was going to until Sans intervened.

Slowly, Sans tugged his brother tighter to his chest, his breathing harsh and jagged, and hands shaking as he carried him slowly from the bedroom, peering around with wide eyes. Papyrus huddled himself close to his brother, little hands digging into his shoulders and back. He hid his face in his neck, his own breathing coming out in hiccups. "W-want da-addy" he sobbed.

"I know, I know, I'm gonna get daddy." he promised, slowly pushing at his father's bedroom door. He stared inside, looking around with terrified eyes. If Mr. Flowey had tried killing him and his little brother, he feared the worst for his father. Heavier and hotter tears rushed down his face as he slowly made his way to his fathers bedside. Inside, resting cold and limp, was his father, his arm the only thing in Sans sight. He slowly reached to touch his hand, gripping his fingers.

They were chilling and cold.

Sans breath stopped in his lounges, and he slowly backed away,before rushing out of the bedroom to his brothers bedroom, tearing it apart to find his backpack, all while sobs tore him limb from limb. Papyrus didn't understand what was happening. Where was his father? Sans was crying too hard. He tried to calm his brother down by smooching his cheek, papping softly his other one. "Sans? S-sans?" He asked, eyes wide. Sans wouldn't reply, shoving his brother's underwear into the backpack, along with a pair of socks, a pack of diapers and wipes, a sweater and gloves. He sat Papyrus on the bed, sniffling and rubbing away tears.

He'd protect him, no matter what, he'd do what his father asked. He'd keep Papyrus safe.

He slowly slipped his brother's shoes on, tying them and grabbing his large jacket. He pulled that on him, as well as his little shorts. He went to his bedroom, hand in hand with his toddler of a brother. He sat him on his own bed, before tugging on his jacket and shoes, rubbing his snotty nose again. He grabbed his pack and filled it with his supplies, such as toys for Papyrus, what money he had saved, 7 dollars, and from his dresser a few personal belongings. He went back to Papyrus.

"P-Pappy- w-were gonna go on a treasure hunt." he said with a shaky smile, kneeling before his little brother. Papyrus looked amazed, eyes wide. "R-really Sans?" he asked, wiggling his small, dangling legs. Sans smiled shakily and nodded, trying to be strong and not let his lower lip wobble. "Yeah! C-come on, lets get going!" He said, taking his hand and slinging his own pack on, before helping Papyrus with his much smaller one.

Sans slowly led his brother from the building, down a flight of stares, and out the front door. The morning air hit them both in the face, sending chills down Sans neck, and making little Papyrus huddle closer to his brother. The cars roared and screamed, and Sans slowly took his brother in his arms, resting him on his hip, and began his trek up hill.

He'd keep him safe.

Her long blonde hair fell in her eyes, and with a soft hand she tugged it back behind her ear. Dear Toriel was nearly in her 50's, just turning 47 that July. Her mind wasn't set on her age though, more so on the book before her eyes. She was flipping softly through her book when the sound of her sons traipsing about upstairs caught her attention. A sweet smile came to her lips, and she stood from her large sofa chair and headed up the old wooden steps.

"Asriel, please stop your stamping?" she asked sweetly, chuckling as she heard yet another loud stamp. For a moment, she heard silence, and with a weary sigh she moved towards his bedroom door. She turned the handle and entered. The whole room went black, pitch black, the sound of silence seemed to ring in her ears, and she stumbled back, eyes turning to slits, terror in her chest throbbing madly.

"Asriel..?"

Nothing but the sickening sweet laughter of a man...and blood. Blood was everywhere. Her hands trembled, her feet staggering her backwards. She pawed at the darkness and red, her breathing jagged and rough, tears filling her eyes. "Asriel!?" she shouted, begging for her son to return to her.

With a jolt of electricity that seemed to rush through her, she ran from the darkness, sobbing and clawing at it like weeds. "Asgore! Asriel!? Asriel wake up please!" Her voice rang in her ears.

She jolted up with a cold sweat covering her face, her nightgown sticking to her skin. Her long blonde hair was in her eyes yet again, and she shakily tugged it behind her ears. For a moment, she wondered if this too was a dream, the darkness aching around her, the pink of her bedroom's wallpaper shimmering in the night light. Her breathing slowly turned to sweet, soft breaths.

"Asriel." she whispered, her body quivering, tears slipping down her face. "My baby boy.."