Mettaton and Undyne appear!

Sans appeared just outside of Alphys' lab. He had finally escaped…now he just had to find out what had happened over the past four hours, and avoid Papyrus at least until he could flip the core switch….Wait…Papyrus didn't know he could teleport. Well, he'd sort that out too. It was time to deal with the core now.

As Sans walked towards the core he began to think…was buddo fuckface just a figment of his imagination while he was high? Well…he might as well check on the switch anyways.

Many of the monsters who worked at the core were in New Home putting out fires, so the coast was clear…or at least clear enough for Sans to walk around without worrying about being seen. He also had other things to worry about.

Sans walked into the control room after walking around for awhile through the new arrangement of the core, and walked up to the cooling switch, which, in fact, was off. What kind of an idiot would forget to turn this on?! Did Alphys leave that idiot Mettaton in charge of it? Sans sighed and put his hand on the switch before feeling a chill along his spine and seeing a shadow cast on the wall in front of him.

"Well well well! Look who's here!" Oh for fuck's sake. Sans did not have the patience for this right now. He turned on the cooling switch and faced Mettaton, who gasped.

"Daring! Are you trying to blow up the underground?! Why would you flip off that switch?!" Sans did not consider how this would look…fuck.

"No, someone left it off and I'm turning it back on."

"How would you have known it was off though?" Sans didn't have an answer. Well, he did, but there were enough monsters that thought he was crazy without him spreading the word of buddo fuckface.

"Fuck off ya four-armed calculator son of windows vista." Sans was too stressed for his own good at this point and didn't seem to realize that he was currently trapped in a small room with the 'son of windows vista' blocking the only way out. He then suddenly realized this…fuck.

Mettaton actually flinched at Sans' comment, who was now looking for an alternate escape.

"Hah, someone should teach you some manners…" Mettaton began his approach, his four arms blocking Sans' only way out. Sans began sweating.

"Ah, hey! I uh…didn't mean that-! M-maybe we could work something out?" Sans didn't know shit about Mettaton other than the fact that he was incredibly self-absorbed and would probably torment him for as long as possible, which would at least give him a chance to find something to help him escape.

"Hmmm…what are you willing to offer?~" Why. Just why. Sans was honestly the least douchey guy he knew. Why did this shit always happen to him? He looked around the room and saw a bucket of water. This was his chance.

"Well…maybe I can-" Sans grabbed the bucket, "TAKE THIS SPARKLEBITCH!" Sans threw the water in Mettaton's face.

Now, Sans expected that the water would just stun Mettaton so that he could run past him. However, Alphys hadn't yet made the robot's new body waterproof and he started sparking. They both began to scream.

"AHH! AHHH! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT OH GOD!"

"YOU F-F-FUCKING B-BITCH THE B-B-BODY W-AS ALM-M-MOST FINI-" There was a series of pops and Mettaton's eyes rolled back in his head before he fell to the floor. Well, if nothing else, at least Sans could now escape.

Sans was in the outskirts of Snowdin when he went over the growing list of things he had to fix. He had to make sure he did not in fact set half of the underground on fire, convince Papyrus that he wasn't crazy, and he had to pray that Mettaton didn't remember who threw water on him so that he didn't have to avoid Alphys or the robot. At least he flipped the reactor switch…that was one problem dealt with.

As Sans was walking he almost passed a small cage with a mustard bottle in it. The cage was sparkling with some kind of strange coating. So, Papyrus was trying to capture him. Did Papyrus seriously think that Sans was this stupid?

Sans' stomach rumbled…when was the last time he ate? That mustard looked so appetizing…

Sans told himself that he wasn't actually considering this and walked past the trap…but he was only now noticing his hunger. He looked back at the trap, and then around the area. Papyrus must be nearby…but Sans didn't feel his presence. He would probably be here soon to check the trap though…

Sans couldn't believe he was doing this. He could not believe it. He took a sturdy stick and walked over to the trap, using it to keep the small door open. He then warily crawled into the cage and reached for the bottle. He was so close…But Papyrus knew Sans. Of course he would have seen this coming.

When Sans tried to pull his arm back some sort of netting secured it in place. He froze…Well, shit. He fiddled with the netting with his other hand. The hell was this?! He figured at this point he should teleport out. He tried to…nothing happened.

What?! That didn't make any sense! He tried again to teleport…nothing happened. Again…nothing! He then realized…the strange coating was blocking magic! He began to panic, struggling with the netting, and familiar footsteps sounded around the corner.

"Ah! FUCK!" Sans disconnected his arm and backed out of the cage before teleporting to waterfall.

Hearing the panic scream, Papyrus raced around the corner to inspect the trap and saw the arm. He stared at it. He didn't actually think Sans would fall for that…he didn't think a monster could feel this disappointed. Maybe his brother's insanity was contributing to this. At least he had an arm, now he just needed the rest of him…

Sans walked around waterfall with only one arm, and now he was hungry, and cold, and sad. Thinking about how much stuff he had messed up today made him more sad. Sans would take being angry over sad any day. The sadness wasn't overwhelming at least, so he could hide it for a while.

At this moment Undyne came around the corner in her suit of armor, and her head whipped around to face Sans. He stood there, unsure of what she wanted, and raised his remaining arm to wave awkwardly at her. She approached.

"Uh, heya Undyne, what's up?" Sans backed into the wall and Undyne towered over him. There were a few moments of foreboding silence, and then she spoke.

"Hey punk, I need to know where you were during the time the underground was set on fire." Sans started to sweat. He wasn't going to teleport because Undyne didn't know about that, and god forbid she find out…he did not want to be forced into the royal guard because he had a useful ability.

"Ah! I was uh! Just at my sentry post!" More silence. Sans couldn't see Undyne's expression behind her helmet, and it filled him with unease.

"Like, pfft! Really? Do you really think I'm capable of something like that? Haha! Hah…" Sans' argument must not have been convincing enough because soon Sans was pinned to the ground and felt his arm and his jacket sleeve where his other arm should have been being pulled behind his back.

"You're under arrest as a suspect! By the way the hell happened to your other arm?" Sans stopped struggling and blushed. He could never tell anyone. What the hell kind of a story was getting your arm stuck in a net what you were trying to reach for a bottle of mustard? Instead of answering he shrugged.

"I guess I'm just unarmed," That shut her up, after a frustrated groan. She kicked him harshly in the side before tying his arm to his side and his legs together. Well, Sans was screwed. Undyne picked him up and began walking towards the castle.

"You'll have a chance to defend yourself before a jury. If you fail you'll be killed." Sans knew he couldn't run at this point, so he decided to co-operate…but there were puns he wanted to make before his death.

"The anticipation is killing me."

"Shut up Sans."

"Well, sorry, I guess I'm just on the defense. This is some fishy business here, it really rattles my bones."

"I'm going to gag you if you don't shut the fuck up!" There was silence for about a minute before Sans spoke up.

"Is this really justified?"

Yay! Another chapter! The March Break is treating me well!