*faceplants* all right. In hindsight I really should've planed this story out better like the last one. Originally, this was supposed to be just one, long-ass one-shot. But nope, I am cruising for a bruising in this. Okay, got some reviews, and then we'll get on with it:
dream1990: well, I can't tell if this is a question or not... Buuut... Let's assume it is and we'll answer that in this chapter.
coduss: ha..cliffhangers. Never gets old.
Kiryma: so many possibilities and yet only one answer.
TheSmee2000: Why hello there! I'm glad someone agrees with me on those ships. I literally hate them with a burning passion. ANYWAY. Uh, yeah, of course I play Undertale. Four times in fact. First time through took a month, second time through three days, third time one day and fourth time (with no deaths at all) about three-four hours. All of them true pacifist and neutral because you can't get the baby goat boss without fighting that damn "photoshop Flowey" or Omega Flowey or whatever. I did, at one point, attempt a Genocide run. It was the most horrifying thing I've ever experienced and I do not plan on completing one anytime soon. I got to Undyne the Undying. I stopped right there because there was no way that I, with my terrible gaming skills, would get past her in my lifetime. I really like your reviews btw. I'll tell you one thing about myself: I am an artist :3 that's why I suck at stories 'cuz I'm usually drawing while writing. Oopsie.
Guest: Oh no, no I'm not trying to break your heart. Just to slightly disintegrate it :3
ALL RIGHT LETS GET ON WITH IT -Sty
Chapter 2
"Daddy?"
Sans hadn't said anything for ten minutes, his mind a whirlwind of questions and fear. Why was she here? How was she here? She was dead! There seriously was no other way around it.
"W-w-..." Sans blithered, his body trembling as he slowly got to his feet. "W-what the literal fuck?!" Silvia blinked at his reaction and her lips formed a flat line.
"You'd think you would be happy to see me," she muttered softly, her eyes growing sad.
At that moment Sans bolted past her and his feet pounded the snow hard. He stormed through completed puzzles and teleported the rest of the way. He was in his room now, panting heavily and slamming his door closed, locking it. He leaned against the painted wood, staring at his ceiling.
I'm hallucinating, he thought frantically. Or I'm in a super-fucked up dream. Or something was wrong with that ketchup Grillby gave me or-
"Sans."
He stiffened and lowered his head.
She was sitting on his bed, her legs kicking slowly. He clenched his jaw, pushing himself further against the door. He heard it creak under the force. His head began to throb from the harsh headache scraping against his skull. He didn't like this. This was not right and she was dead and he was pretty sure the ketchup he drank was bad and this is not even possible.
"Please don't leave," she blurted suddenly. He blinked at her, his body shaking. The corners of his vision was beginning to blur. "I just want to talk, Sans." Silvia fiddled with the zipper on the large sweatshirt he'd given her all those months ago. Sans sucked in a breath when she got up and took a step towards him, her sleeve-covered hands outstretched. He scrambled away, his back firmly in the corner of his room. He felt like a trapped animal.
"You look like one, too," she commented, giving him a forlorn smile. "Daddy, I'm not going to hurt you." Sans narrowed his sockets, emotions deep inside him conflicting. She took another step closer.
"Don't," he gasped out, his voice wavering. She tilted her head. "Don't c-c-come near me..." He slid to the floor, hugging himself tightly. He could feel his magic pulse in his eye and his Soul hammered hard against his ribcage.
Suprisingly, Silvia listened. She sat on the carpeted ground, her legs tucked under her. She stared at him with patient eyes, but that didn't relax him at all. He was terrified and confused and maybe even a little bit relieved. She was back, but not really, but she was right there so that must mean she was, but he saw her die -she'd died in his arms.
"W-.." he mumbled, daring to look at her again. "W-who are y-y-you?" The child tilted her head again.
"I'm your daughter."
"No you're not!" he snapped suddenly, glaring at the see-through girl. She flinched. "My daughter died on April seventh at twenty-three forty-eight! I failed her! I fucking let her die!"
The human frowned, reaching up and wiping her eyes. She sniffled softly. Sans still shivered, but his breathing had slowed a little. Cold sweat slid down the back of his skull and spine. Sans tried to think of ways on how this happened, but he only asked himself questions. He practically had bits and pieces of actual thought drifting through a torrent of panic.
"That's true," she murmured, her large eyes downcast. Sans furrowed his brow. Was she...crying? "I didn't realize how sad you really became... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." She looked back up at him, her eyes watery. "That is what happened. Can...can I please explain?"
It took Sans a moment to comprehend that she'd asked him something. He hesitantly shrugged. The girl allowed herself to smile weakly, rubbing at her eyes again. Sans stayed in his corner, and to his relief she kept her distance. She took a deep breath and began:
"The day I-"
"Silvia," Sans interrupted, glancing up at her. "The day Silvia died. I don't believe that you're her...not yet at least." She looked down, oddly quiet. "Just go on..."
"On the day that Silvia died, you absorbed her Soul, becoming one with her. But then you somehow managed to extract yourself from her in a short span of time, causing you great harm. That's why you're so weak right now." Sans rolled his eyes a little. "How did you remove yourself? Not even the prince could have when he took over Chara."
"I didn't 'remove' myself from her. She left me. I didn't want to seperate if it meant she would eventually die," Sans muttered, pulling his knees close to himself.
"You're right, I'm sorry..." The girl went silent again, her covered hands gripping her hoodie. "You loved her very much...didn't you?"
Sans nodded, trying his best not to go too deep into the memories. "Yes," he said. "Yes... I loved her. I loved her more than I love my brother." He sighed and closed his sockets. Why was he telling this apparition-like kid anything at all? If she really was Silvia, then she'd know all these answers. He frowned, rubbing his aching skull on his kneecaps.
This all is just another stupid dream, he decided finally.
"No, it's not."
He looked up at her again, feeling drained. "Yes it is. I usually get dreams like this. They always-" He stopped short, his eye sockets widening. The girl was staring at him, not taking notice to his shock.
"How..." he trailed off, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed hard. "How d-did you hear that?"
"Because," she replied plaintively. "I'm a part of you. That's why you bleed. That's why your bones are squishy. That's why y-"
She was cut off when Sans' door was suddenly being pounded with hard knocks.
"SANS! You liar! You did not go to your post! Why is your door locked AGAIN?!" Papyrus roared.
Sans scrambled to the door, frantically unlocking it. Maybe if he showed Papyrus the girl, he wouldn't have to write himself off as insane. Papyrus burst through, glaring around the room.
Sans watched as his brother's sockets drifted over Silvia without any sign of surprise or astonishment.
"There you are!" Papyrus grumbled, reaching over and grabbing Sans. He lifted him off the floor. "Sans, I thought you said you'd go on duty today. Did...did you change your mind?" Papyrus' gaze softened when he saw Sans' current state.
"Are...are you all right?" he asked, wiping a streak of sweat off of Sans' cheek with his thumb. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Y-Y...you don't... You d-" Sans blubbered out, his body feeling light and cold. He looked at Silvia over Papyrus' shoulder.
"Shh, brother. How about I walk you to your post? Does that sound okay?" Papyrus didn't wait for an answer and shifted his arms to carry Sans more properly. He walked out of his room and the two skeletons went back to Snowdin's main road, Sans staring blankly behind his younger brother.
Woo I got this done. Chapter two is always the hardest chapter in my opinion. Got to build a few more blocks of plot, but don't stack so much that the rest of the story is bleak. Know what I mean? Anyway! Hopefully my writer's block for this is gonna lift a little, but if not, I still got two other stories to work on! Please review, favorite and follow! Love you guys! -Sty
