Chapter 4

A flash of light brought Sans back to the couch in his living room. The knife had dropped to the floor. He returned his soul to his chest. It was dripping from where the knife had been but otherwise it hadn't changed. Leaning in to the couch, Sans tried to clear his head.

Continuing what he had just done wouldn't work. He might end up permanently stuck wherever he had been. There had to be a way. He needed a way to undo the damage.

A painful realization struck Sans. He needed the kid. The kid could reset and undo everything. They could bring everyone back. They were deadly but he didn't have many options.

Sans groaned, holding his skull in his hands. He would have to find a way to revive the kid but the only way he knew how was to reattach their soul. Monster soul only needed to close to their original body and the soul not to be damaged.

Human souls were a different story. Sans had never even messed with them. Theoretically, they could attach just as easily but that didn't explain why it hadn't worked before. He couldn't just toy with the kid's soul. If he damaged it, there went his only shot. He would need to experiment with human souls to determine a method and figure out the method before another human arrived with the ability to save. He had no way of doing that.

But he did. Sans quickly redressed and headed out the door. He practically flew out of Snowdin. He could use the other souls to test and experiment.

Sans arrived in the graveyard. He stared confused for a moment at the smooth snow covering the entire area before remembering where he had buried the coffins. Kneeling down he brushed snow of the nearest spot. It was the coffin with the red heart.

Huffing, Sans went to the next coffin. "You have to wait."

Before he was able to clear the snow, Sans heard something.

THUMP

Spinning to search for the origin of the sound, Sans was stumped.

THUMP

The sound appeared to be coming from under the snow.

THUMP THUMP

He could see snow shaking slightly from where another coffin was laid.

THUMP

Not certain what he would find, Sans quickly uncovered the coffin. It had an orange heart painted on it.

THUMP

"Chill out for a moment would ya." Sans fumbled with the latch.

The thumping stopped.

Finally, Sans unlatched the lid of the coffin. Practically ripping it off, he held his breathe. He was barely able to comprehend what was before him.

A skeleton child sat up cheerfully, eyes glowing a fierce orange.

"How's it?" the child smiled broadly at Sans offering his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, whoever you are."

Sans took the hand and yanked the skeleton out of the coffin, noticing the human soul was nowhere to be seen. Quickly, he removed his jacket and wrapped the smaller skeleton. He was wearing scraps. While adult skeletons didn't need to pay attention to the weather, younger skeletons could easily get sick in extreme temperatures. This one was practically a newborn.

The small skeleton happily took the jacket. He wrapped it tightly around his bones, snuggling into the fabric. Neither spoke for a moment.

"I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton." He observed the new monster carefully. "What's your name?"

Startled, he smile quickly dropped from small one's features. His eyes widened at the question. He just stared at Sans.

"I don't know."

Sans smiled encouragingly at his new companion. "How's Roman? Sound good to you?"

"Yeah!" A smile returned to Roman's face. "But how'd you think that up?"

"It's your font." Sans shrugged and began uncovering the remaining coffins.

"What'cha doing?"

"Just checking."

"What for?" Roman peaked over Sans' shoulder.

"To make sure it's only you."

Roman waited as Sans checked. He didn't know why but he really liked this skeleton. Something about him felt familiar.

"Come on, kid. Let's head home."

Roman quickly grabbed Sans' hand. He was bubbling with excited energy. There was so much to see, to learn, to explore.

At the house, Sans brought Roman into his room.

"This was my room but it's yours now. I'll clean the mess later."

Bouncing with joy, Roman didn't mind the mess. He was too busy being happy. The bed looked so soft and it was much warmer inside.

"So who does the other room belong to?" he was sitting on the bed swinging his legs wildly.

"That's my bro's, Papyrus. Don't go in there."

"Is he in there?" Roman missed the edge to the other skeleton's voice.

"No. He's away right now."

"What's he like?"

A small smile creeped on Sans' face. "He's the greatest skeleton to ever live."

"I want to meet him." Roman's smile seemed to cover his entire skull. "I can't wait till he comes back!"

"Me too, kid. Me too."

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