EDIT CHAPTER 2

Sans slowly sat up, as he rubbed the back of his head.. Damn it was dark.. Why was it so dark? Sans reached out in front of himself feeling the cold medal.. Memories filled his head.. Oh god.. He had disobeyed his Boss.. he had pushed him down.. Oh god..

He had ran to the machine..

Damn.. looks like he was still inside it.. His Boss was going to ki-

Sans eyes widen as he clenched his eye, DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN.. the crack in his eye was throbbing with a sudden rush of pain. He could still feel Boss's slender thumb digging its way inside it. Damn… Sans took a deep breath as he closed his eyes.. Taking a moment to calm himself..

He reached up as his hand searched for the door knob..

Why was it so dark? He was sure he put a window in this damn thing and he was pretty sure he left the lights on when he got in here.

He turned the knob and opened the door. Light quickly shined in his eye sockets making in flinch as it stung him. He jumped back as a black sheet feel to the floor…

Well that explained why it was so fucking dark..

He climbed out of the machine. His legs were still shaky as if the whole ordeal had just happened. He held the edge of the machine trying to keep his balance as he grabbed at his shirt fondling it between his fingers.. How long had he been in there? Where was his brother? Had he given up? It almost made sans laugh.. Of course he didn't give up.. He never did..

Sans let out a long sigh, why didn't he just take his punishment? Why didn't he just accept his fate? Sans took a step with his wobbly legs trying to get use to the feeling of walking. He glanced down at his bare pelvis .. damn he had almost forgotten his Boss had ripped off his shorts. The Boss seemed to just LOVE making sans feel humiliated. Now he would have to walk out and explain why he ran, why he was being difficult. His face became slightly red.. How humiliating..

As sans slowly made his way to the door, he hesitated reaching for the doorknob, but stopped suddenly.

Voices?

Sans leaned in pressing his skull against the door listening to the voices.

"Language! Paps when are you going to learn?"

"Haha sorry bro"

Sans could hardly hear their words threw the door… were they breaking in? That was foolish, only someone truly stupid would try and break into Boss's home, even strong monsters didn't even dare look at him, in fear of being dusted.

No one ever came to his house? So why?

Fear rushed through San's body as he quickly turned around and glanced slowly across the room. He needed to find a weapon, he was too weak to form an attack ..spotting a object on the table next to him, he grabbed hold on it, it took all he had to clench it tightly in his hand, a screwdriver.

.

He had to get rid of these people, he didn't want to die.. Not yet. Maybe he could hide or maybe sneak past them and run away.. No

He needed to stay.. He needed to get rid of them, maybe his Boss would parse him? Forgive him for running away. Maybe Boss would go easy on the punishment.

He took a deep breath, He was never good at killing things. He wasn't like his brother, he was a 1 hp monster. He was lucky his boss hadn't dusted him already, he was truly useless in battle. The only thing he was good at, was being a toy for Boss to use.

He opened the door, but only enough for his eyes to look thru the crack.

He saw nothing.. If he wasn't so scared he would have realized that the living room was bright and almost bubbly. But of course he didn't as fear filled him up to the brim.

Slowly he made his way out of the door, hearing laughing and talking coming from the kitchen..

"How many tacos do you want?"

"Hmm just two for now."

… Were they cooking? In BOSS'S kitchen? Sans pressed his body against the wall.. Sweat beaded down his skull clenching the screwdriver in his hand.. He takes a deep breath, hoping, begging maybe these monsters are just weak.. Maybe his strength would come back.. Maybe … just maybe..

Sans then turned the corner and held out the screwdriver out in front of him. He tried to look as threatening as possible, glaring, clenching his teeth.

"DON'T MOVE!"

He yelled trying to stop a shaky stutter that tried to slip past his teeth..

Two skeleton monsters stood in front of him, ok ok this was definitely bad. Skeleton monsters were rear but were known for being great useing magic. Yes Sans was a skeleton monster, but he was terrible at using his magic, it was always violent and tend to cause him more trouble than good. Most of the 1 hp monsters had either been killed or killed themselves. Sans was just lucky he had such a strong Boss.. That protected him.. Even if he was a bit rough?

The one on the left was small like Sans, maybe a bit taller but if it wasn't for all the blue and blunt teeth, he could pass for Sans brother or maybe even twin. He must be weak, Sans might actually be able to take him down.

The problem was going to be the one on the ri-

Sans eyes widen as he began to stare at the much taller skeleton swallowing hard, as fear washes over him…

"B-Boss?"

He said under his breath, his eyes were glued to the taller skeleton. Why was his Boss here with this smaller skeleton? Sans jolted back to reality as the taller skeleton took a step forward.

No, no, no, no this was not his Boss. He looked like Boss, but he was definitely NOT his Boss.

Sans tried hard not to show how confused he was, how scared he was.

The smaller skeleton took a step forward mimicking the other skeleton. Quickly sans pointed the screwdriver at him.

"I-I said, DON'T MOVE." He was now shaking, it was obvious now how scared he truly was.

"What are you doing here kid?" The taller skeleton said with a quiet and soft voice. It almost made Sans sick, it sounded too much like his Boss. God, this skeleton is going to kill him, oh god, oh god he didn't want to die, no not yet, he wasn't ready.. Sans was quiet.. Lost in thought he didn't realize the taller skeleton slowly walk up to sans and grab the screwdriver. Sans eyes look up at the taller skeleton, he was so close.. Sans lost his breath, oh god he couldn't breath.

The smaller skeleton took another step forward.

"Paps, please don't hurt hi-" but before he could finish sans felt his soul become heavy, as if gravity increased on him. His legs were already weak, so it didn't take much magic to shove him face first into the ground. Damn he knew this attack, it was HIS attack, but seemed to be more stable than his own magic.

Sans glared up at the skeletons as they towered over him, damn damn.. Now his Boss was going to punish him for not even being able to defeat two weak skeletons in HIS house. Sans grumbled curses under his breath.

Sans watched as the two skeletons whispered to each other.. Damn here he was.. On the ground with a fake Boss and a strange blue version of himself. Still STILL he need some damn pants, he should have went to his room first… that probably would have been the smart thing to do.

Sans eyes slowly started to flutter, damn, no, not now. Sans had a bad habit of passing randomly from the lack of sleep he got each and every night. He would occasionally pass out while walking, or while eating. Of course he was always punished for it, so he tried to stay awake as much as possible. He couldn't claw at his face, or arms because of the gravity holding him down, he needed to stay awake, stares please. He glanced at the two skeletons as they whispered… ok he would… he would just close his eyes.. For a second..

Sans eyes quickly shot open, damn he fell asleep. Why was he so damn weak to the sweet sweet bliss of sleep. Taking a deep breath he took in his surroundings, he was tied up. That really wasn't surprising. Sans wiggled a bit testing out their strength.. Damn

He was in his room. No, no this was not his room. Glaring, sans slowly scanned the room. This room was very clean, almost reminded him of his brothers room. There were bookshelves and everything seemed to be in precise order. It was weird to see his room so neat, and orderly and a bed frame! He had a bed frame once, when his life was somewhat normal, and his baby Boss would come into his room when ever he had nightmares.

Sans was quickly shaken from his train of thought as the door opened. He stayed silent as the shorter skeleton from earlier walked into the room. Holding a plate of, something?

The skeleton looked nervous, and unsure.. Staring at Sans for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Hey, it's been almost a day, you must be hungry… and i bought some tacos, I was going to just leave it here, but now that you're awake we can talk!" the almost too happy tone was uneasy,

Sans was quiet, why did this guy cared if he was hungry or not?

They sat in silence, staring at each other..

In the quietness the small skeleton, huffed and sat down on the floor in front of sans, setting down the plate of "tacos"? next to them..

"Hello, my name is Sans, what yours?"

So, that's how things are..

He remembered in Gasters notes something about alternate universes… but he never in his life thought it could be true. So this short, blue, THING was supposed to be him? Wow that was almost laughable.

He glared at the "other" sans for a few seconds, before his eyes slowly made their way to the tacos..

Was he trying to put sans in a false sense of security? Why didn't he just kill him? Was he going to … use him.. Sans eyes became blank at the thought.. Oh god..

Why did every monster like to toy with weaker monsters. Wait no, if this blue thing was him, then this little guy has 1 hp as well. He might actually have a chance to kill him.

.. Sans glanced down at his legs.. He was wearing shorts now, a bit too big but… They worked.. They were the same ones that this "other sans" was wearing..

Why? Why was he giving sans cloths? Sans mind was racing 100 miles an hour, he didn't understand why.

He glanced at the "other sans"

The "other sans" was smiling at him, stares in his eyes as he waited for him to reply. But sans looked away.. He didn't trust him. The "other sans" shifted slightly as he reached forward taking a bite out of the taco he offered sans. "See, its not poison. Now eat please at least"

So he wasn't a threat..

Sans glanced at his other self for a moment..

"Sans.. My names sans.."

The other sans eyes widen "Oh wowie! We have the same names!"

His smile disappeared as he glanced away thinking. "Well, we can't both be sans. That would be really difficult." Glanced at Sans lost in thought before a smile slowly ran across his face. "How about we call youuuuuu.. Red" He said as he lightly tapped Sans temple.. "Like the color of your eyes!" Red's eyes widen.. uncomfortable of the fact this "sans" was touching him so carelessly. But Red was also touched almost… no one had ever given him a decent nickname before. It was kind of special in a way. A light shade of red ran across his face as he glanced at "sans" eyes, "Well kid, if im going to be Red, then your going to be Blue."

Blues already big smile became even bigger. Red wasn't sure how that was possible… "OK! Haha, now we both have nicknames"