1-S needed to get back to his brother.

2-P could still be in danger. He needed to be with his brother. But, 1-S was lost. He could not see where he was, and even if he could, he would never find the way back, but 1-S needed to find his brother. He tried going the direction he could only hope he and the scientist had come. He kept walking for what seemed like forever, but the terrain had no familiarity to it. 1-S was losing hope. 2-P would be trapped forever at this rate and 1-S would never find him. The malformed subject began to form tears in his unseeing eyes.

He bumped it to something somewhat soft a while later. It felt somewhat like that pillow thing that he and 2-P had split that one time, yet so different. It seemed to move, and was warm. "Are you alright, little one?" A voice boomed from above. It was strange and 1-S did not recognize it, for it was neither that of 2-P's or the damn scientist's. 1-S was frightened. Who was this stranger and where were they? The darkness prevented him from pinpointing their location., and he began looking around frantically in response.

"Are you alright? You definitely look odd for a skeleton….can you not see?" the unknown person's voice questioned. Speaking of his weakness would only bring 1-S danger, so he held back speaking. If people like the scientist could be so terrible to him and his brother and exploit his blindness, who was to know this stranger's intentions? 1-S kept his jaw shut in retort of the stranger and tilted his skull downward, narrowing his one "good" eye socket. "It is alright, I understand if you do not want to share your shortcomings, little one. But, are you feeling alright, you look tired? Why not relax and have a cup of tea?" the stranger asked, and 1-S felt a large, fluffy hand-like thing on his shoulder a moment later.

Its touch was gentle, unlike the forceful grip of the one that created him. 1-S slowly lifted his skull up from its downcast position. "No. I need to find my brother," the subject responded. "Perhaps I can help you look. Where was he when you last saw….err…heard him?" the stranger inquired. "Trapped," replied 1-S. "Oh dear, we must find him right away, then! Do you know any of the details of where he was trapped?" the stranger asked.

1-S held his breath a moment. Should he tell this person where his brother was kept? For all he knew, this person could end up hurting him just like the scientist. But, there was something about this stranger…whether the sincerity in his voice or the careful touch of his grip or both, 1-S just thought he felt trustworthy. So he explained, but only in brief. This person did not need the details.

"Hello? Is anyone down here?" Asgore called. Not long ago, a short, odd-looking skeleton had unknowingly bumped into him and had explained how he was looking for his brother, who was trapped somewhere in this place. Though as much as Asgore thought he should recognize it, the place just wasn't familiar. "Hello? Is someone there?" A shriller, yet still young voice had called. The young one at his side had started calling back to the other voice. Thank goodness the young one was safe. Asgore led the young skeleton by him, who was blind, as he assumed earlier, to the other's location, where a somewhat taller skeleton lay caged, with an electric field guarding the door.

"Brother! Brother, I knew you'd come back! I missed you so much!" cried the taller skeleton. He was as disfigured as his brother, but was healthier and seemed to be able to see. What terrible being would put a young one like this in that cadge, for any reason, was a terrible crime in the kings eyes, but the shorter skeleton affirmed that the one who had done this was already long gone. Now, all they had to do was get the child out of the prison they had been unrightfully kept in.

"Bro, bro! Look what I can do!" the short one had chirped, before closing the one eye socket that could and tensing up, before suddenly appearing inside the cadge with his brother. The taller gawked at his brother's ability to teleport. "Brother, what was that?" he asked. "It was a…shortcut! Follow me, I'll show you how to use it!" the shorter replied, grabbing his brother's wrist and teleporting again. "Wowie! That was amazing brother! …and, who is this?" the taller asked.

"You have my apologies for not introducing myself. I am Asgore, it is so nice to meet you," I introduced. "Greetings, Asgore! I am subject 2-P and you already appear to know my brother 1-S," 2-P replied. "Oh, my….do you two…not have real names?" I asked, wondering what parent would call two children subjects of all things. Both immediately looked downcast, confirming my first statement. "Well, skeletons like yourselves are usually named after fonts, correct? So… how about from now on, instead of 1-S and 2-P…Sans and Papyrus! Yes, that will do nicely, don't you agree?" I suggested. Papyrus nodded in agreement, as did Sans, though a bit slower. "Well then, Sans and Papyrus, how would you like to find something new to wear and then head to my castle for a nice cup of tea?"

Papyrus walked around this "dump" place a small while longer. He had already scouted out the greatest objects he could wear, a light grey shirt and dark grey pants, as well as a dashing piece of red fabric that Asgore had wrapped around his neck, calling it a scarf, and Papyrus liked the way it looked on him as his image reflected in the water. Papyrus also found himself describing a lot of stuff to his brother, who could really only see back now. For the life of him, Papyrus couldn't remember why Sans couldn't see, and even Sans had a hard time recalling it. "It's really big, brother! And there's shiny stuff on the roof!" he would tell his brother, who would look up, trying to see it, but always ended up looking disappointed moments later, and it hurt Papyrus to see his brother so sad.

Sans had taken to his sense of touch quickly. The shorter skeleton had found an old jacket in the trash and had immediately asked if it was wearable. Asgore had put it on over the grey shirt he was already wearing. Both the jacket and black pants were already ripped to shreds along the bottom, as well as the hood torn off, but Sans didn't care. It felt nice to wear it. There was also a pair of black gloves with the fingers missing that he wore because of how the felt, as well as still being able to use his fingers to use his sense of touch while wearing the gloves. Papyrus demanded his own pair as well, and Asgore dug through the trash in search of some, finding a pair of red mittens that matched the shade of the scarf already being worn. "Alright, that's enough clothes shopping for today," Asgore joked. "Now then, let's head to my place so we can have that cup of tea."