Um… How is it that this story have more followers and favorites than Time Lines? I am so awed right now…
OK, before I give my disclaimer, I have a few things to help you guys not get confused.
1. I have a theory that the first skeletons were created from the bodies of humans that were infused with magic, hence the colored half of their souls in my story.
2. Flowey is growing a soul. He first started growing a soul when he first felt grief when Frisk died. Alphys is keeping track of it, because if it grows fully he could at anytime pop into Asriel.
Now that that's over with, I do not own Undertale!
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Chapter 3- Speaking in Hands
The next morning, Sans was wakened by a very excited Flowey.
"Sans! Sans get up!" Flowey said cheerfully.
Mumbling about Papyrus probably not being awake, Sans glumly sat up, rubbing his eye sockets.
It took him a few moments for him to realize that Frisk's skeletal body had shifted in a by far more comfortable position than she had been place in. This woke him up better than anything else.
"s-she moved?!" Sans asked, almost afraid he would wake up the sleeping monster.
"Yeah, and she woke up during the night, too," Flowey said, then realized something as he then had an apologetic look on.
"why didn't you wake me?!" Sans yelped, anger building up. "we agreed that if she woke you would wake me!"
"Well, you get cranky if you don't get enough sleep," Flowey said. "Plus, I didn't want her to be bombarded with questions when she might be confused about her situation!"
Sans felt whatever he was going to retort die on his nonexistent lips. Flowey was right, Frisk was probably confused about her situation, so they would have to wait.
Papyrus opened Sans's door, looking a bit worried. "SANS DID I HEAR YOU YELLING AT FLOWEY AGAIN?" he asked.
"he didn't wake me up when frisk woke up last night," Sans said slowly.
"WELL, I CAN SEE WHY," Papyrus said with a smile.
Suddenly, rustling was heard from the spare bed as Frisk sat up. All eyes~or eye sockets~were on here as she rubbed her eye sockets before looking at her bandaged hand.
Then, realizing she was being stared at, looked to the three other monsters with a blush.
Uh, hi guys… she said using sign language. Then she stopped, blinked, and stared at her hands as if she was unused to that method of communication.
"eh, don't worry about the sign language," Sans said with a small chuckled, earning surprised looks from Papyrus and Flowey.
Sans hadn't laughed in a long time.
"skeleton's are basically born with that to use until they get their font," Sans continued, brushing of the stares.
"Don't you have two fonts, Sans?" Flowey asked, more for Frisk's sake than for his as he already knew the answer.
"yup, comic sans," which got Frisk to silently giggle, "and sans serif. boy were my parent so confused when they figured it out that i used that second font for serious moments."
Frisk seemed to have an awed expression on her face, like she once did in the pacifist routes that she took before Chara took control of her.
"AND MY FONT IS THE PAPYRUS FONT," Papyrus cheered, happier now that Sans was feeling much better than before. "SKELETONS ARE USUALLY NAMED AFTER THEIR FONTS WHEN THEY GET THEM, THOUGH BEFOREHAND THEY ARE CALLED 'KID' OR 'KIDDO', WHICH IS WHY SANS HAS A HABIT OF CALLING KIDS HE DOESN'T KNOW 'KID'."
"yep, that's why," Sans said, his droopy smile slowly stopping it's droop. "though i don't know why our parents used non font names, but then again i never asked."
Then, everyone broke out into laughter~in Frisk's case silent laughter~which brighten Sans's mood even more.
Once again, it was only Flowey who noticed Sans's HP going up from 2 to 3 in that moment.
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Yes, I know this was a short chapter. I didn't have much thought for this one, sorry.
Oh, and I have a small theory that Sans's and Papyrus's parents had human names. No, Dr. Gaster wasn't their dad, just a very silly, non-related uncle who needed help with science stuff.
~Arana
