Sans, Frisk and the men started toward a building in the distance, with Medic carrying Frisk. "Hey Scout, why don't ya go up a head and tell our pals about... out new 'friend.'" "Sure, pal." Scout nodded at Engineer before taking off at full speed towards the base.
"hey, uh how long will it us to get to your uh, base?"
"Not long at all, just a couple of minutes."


As they approached the entrance to the base yelling could be heard from outside.
"What do you mean a ssskeleton" came a slightly slurred voice.
"Yes, perhaps Scout 'as taken one too many falls."
"What's that supposed to mean Frenchie?"
"Oh it means nothing more then you being terrible at your one job."
"Oh yeah? Come at me ya backstabbing freak!"
Medic frowned before muttering "Dummköpfe." Engineer sighed before rushing ahead of Medic interrupting the scene. "Now what in the hell is goin on in here!?" Inside Scout froze and a slender man in a suit and balaclava was leaning against a wall smoking. "Well I was just about to…" Engineer scowled, "We don't need another fight right now, we still owe money for the last table we broke."
"Spy started it." Scout sulked, while Spy looked smug. Medic pushed his way forward and the whole team exploded into talk.
"Is that a child?"
"What in the bloody hell is a child doing here?"
"Da, the battle field no place for a child."
"Mmmp?"
"Yes, it is a child and zey are going to die soon if you don't let me though. Sans wait up here."
And the room went silent as all eyes turned to the last person in the door, Sans. A black man with an eye patch glanced at his beer, then Scout before stating, "So ye really were tellin the truth Scout." Before Medic disappeared down the medical bay he gestured at a chair. The floor creaked as Sans walked over as calmly as he could and sat down before saying "heya fella's, the names Sans." Now the team have meet skeletons before, but never one that could talk. The skeletons they knew (curtase of a certain wizard) made infernal noises and were always hellbent on killing them. To say the least this skeleton made them, uncomfortable. Now Sans too was unnerved by these men, but it was for a different reason. Their LOVE and EXP was all over the place. Judging by the few weapons scattered all over the place Sans had a pretty good guess that these guys had killed, or at least fought. A burly but short man in a helmet thrust his way forward "Did Merasmus send you!? Well tell him he can kiss my American-"
"whoa calm down, I don't know who Merasmus is. i'm here for the kid." A lanky man with an Australian accent questioned him, "If you don't know Merasmus, then where did you even come from?"
"i'm from mount ebott"
"What. I thought you said you didn't live around the Mountain."
"i said I didn't live around the mountains, i never said 'in'."
"WHAT?"

Meanwhile in the medical bay, Frisk looked around wide-eyed at all the medical equipment. The ghost was having a field day examining the equipment, "Hey Frisk we could learn a thing or two about weapons from these guys." Frisk dropped their voice to a whisper, "Chara, we aren't doing that again. I- I can't." "Ehehe, what makes you think I'm talking about that? Can't I admire a weapon without having blame pinned on me?" Frisk glanced around the bay, their eyes drifting to a dove. The dove stared at them before cooing. Chara with an evil grin snuck up behind the dove and to their pleasure was able to scare the dove. "Fly dove!" With a startled coo, the dove flew down to the Medic's side. "Hmm? What is it Archimedes?" Again, the dove cooed, and Medic frowned, "Bah, ghosts? Here? You spend too much time listening to Demo's rambling." Chara exchanged a glance with Frisk, before Frisk gathered the nerve to speak. "Can you understand him?"
"Ja, most of the times, but right now he is making no sense!" The dove cooed once more, "Yes, I'm talking about you my gefiederter Freund." Frisk looked at the dove, worry settling in their stomach, they hoped Chara would be smart about this. Suddenly *bbbbring* *bbbring* it took a second for Frisk to realize it was their phone. Reaching their good hand into their pocket they pulled out their phone. *Call from Toriel* Frisk felt a little sick, what would they even say to Toriel? Hesigntly they answered, "Hi.. Mom." Medic did his best to try and not look like he was listening.
"My child where have you been, I tried calling you an hour ago!"
"I… I'm at a friend's place."
"Hmm, and where exactly is this friend's place?"
"Uh- o- on the surface."
"… Frisk is they're something that you not telling me?"
"No, mom I'm fine."
"How long will you be staying at this… friend's place?"
"A few days, and don't worry Sans is here too."
Toriel sounded a bit more relaxed "Alright, I'm trusting you my child, stay safe and I love you."
"I love you too mom. Bye."
"I suppose zat was your mother?"
"Yeah. She's worried about me."
"I would zink so, you broke a leg and an arm and possibly some ribs! I'm quite surprised your even awake. Ze human body can only take so much pain before zey pass out. And you're just a child. How intriguing." Frisk didn't like the way he talked, it made it sound like they we're just some specimen.
Back upstairs Sans was having to answer questions about the underground. "Ye tellin me there's a whole city under that mountain?"
"ehh not just a city more like multiple cities."
Sans glanced around at their faces, which ranged from amazed to unbelieving. Engineer stepped forward "Tell me how did you do it? We both know Scout didn't trip on his own." Sans shrugged, "magic."
"'Magic?' Quit messin around and tell me how ya did it."
"i am telling ya how, magic." The Engineer looked at him blankly, and Sans sighed, "aww jeeze, ya know, monster magic?" Nothing. Just confused faces. "all right, i can show ya but you have to promise you won't freak out." Engineer nodded, and Sans got up and walked over to a table . "all i did was this.." Reaching forward Sans summoned a small bone in his palm. Sans tossed it to Engie who looked in astonishment at the small bone in his hand. Scout grabbed it from Engineer claiming, "This tiny thing? No way did I trip over this small thing. I mean it has to be way to weak."
"why don't you try and break it and see for yourself pal."
"Yeah, yeah I will." Scout promptly tried to break it in half. Little thing about magic, the will of the user can change the density, strength, size, even weight and right now Sans gave him a bit of a thick bone. Scout grunted as he tried his best to break it in half. "Is tiny bone to strong for baby man?" A brute of a man strode forward taking the bone from Scout. With ease he snapped the bone in half, "Hmp, strong bone."
"Ya course it would be easy for you, Heavy"
Sans was still learning the names of the group of men, there was so many of them. A question crept into Sans mind, one he wasn't sure he should ask, "heh i hope ya don't mind if i ask something."
For once Spy, said something, "And that would be?"
"what do you guys do for a job?"
Silence, the group was avoiding his gaze, "i mean you guys have an awful amount of weapons laying around." Heavy took the liberty of answering, "Little skeleton does not need to know job, all he needs is know friend is safe."
"heh, sorry for bothering ya about that."
Engineer eased "It ain't an issue, I mean, I understand about being worried for a friend."
"speaking of, mind if i go see the kid?"
"I don't see why not."

Sans headed down to the medical bay feeling relieved to be out from under all their eyes. Sans eye sockets widen a bit as he took in the kid: a cast was around their arm and leg, A bandage was wrapped around their torso as well. "was the fall really that bad?" Frisk nodded, and Sans sighed walking over to the kid. "gezze i don't even know what i'm gonna tell your mom."
"Don't worry Sans I already told her."
"you already told her…?"
"She called." Before Sans could question Frisk about what they told Toriel, Medic tapped Sans on the shoulder. "I vould zink you vould like to know ze condition of ze child?" Sans glanced at all the bandages, "yeah."
"Vell, ze child has a broken arm, leg, and two broken ribs."
"how long do you think it'll take for the kid to heal?"
"At least over ten weeks."

Ten weeks? Oh hell.


Thank you for reading! Don't worry it's still going, I'm here to warn you it might get slower from here on!
Translation:
gefiederter Freund = feathered friend