***Hello, everyone! I started writing this yesterday, actually. But I only got around to finishing it today... oh, well! Anyways, the skelebros and Gaster belong to Toby Fox, Dylan and Delanie belong to me, and let's go!

Chapter Seven: Returners

"Sans! Papyrus!" Dylan cried.

Sure enough, the skeleton brothers were there.

"In the lack of flesh. Kid, let me see your shoulder. Paps, get Delanie's restraints off," Sans instructed. Papyrus walked over and began using a bone to help get Delanie's metal restraints off.

"It took forever to find this place! This room, specifically," he said.

Sans helped Dylan get his shirt off and looked at his broken shoulder. "Done right through. Some chips are gonna fall off, and if you don't get help soon, this'll get even worse," the older skeleton said.

Dylan didn't want to know what 'worse' meant in this scenario. "Let's just get outta here. Then, we'll worry abut my shoulder," he said. Sans had never met a child with that thought process.

But then again, he'd never met any children like the twins.

Still, he turned to his brother. "How's it going?"

Papyrus pulled Delanie to sit up, and she immediately clung to him. Papyrus held her and walked over. "You must unlatch from the Great Papyrus now," he said. So, Delanie reluctantly let go, dropping to the ground.

It was then that all four of their SOULs turned blue.

"Are we done with the reuniting now?" Gaster asked. "Let us go!" Dylan demanded. He was met by the scientist glaring coldly at him.

"I can easily destroy your shoulder from where I'm standing, and do far more than that as well. Don't test me, or you will regret it," Gaster said. However, he was the one caught off-guard when the cord around his neck was yanked off.

Sure enough, on it was a gleaming, golden wedding band. Sans, who'd grabbed it, crammed it into his pocket.

"Give that back. You know very well what I can do, and I'll do worse if you don't return it to me," Gaster growled.

"No! Enough is enough. You act like you were the only one who got hurt when Mom died. Well, guess what, pal? Me and Paps cried too. We'd never known a life without her. At least you did," Sans said.

Papyrus looked down to his boots. "I-I still remember... we cried about Mom for days after," he recalled, his voice oddly quiet.

Delanie hugged onto Dylan, being careful around his shoulder; they'd never had a mother or father. Just a creator. A cruel, cruel creator.

"There's a big difference between losing a mother and losing the love of your life," Gaster stated.

The twins' eye sockets began to glow, indicating their conversation. Dylan seemed shocked by his expression, although Delanie's read that she was insistent.

"What was that about, you two?" Gaster asked, although it was more of a demand than a question.

Dylan whispered to Papyrus. When the taller skeleton stood up, he spoke. "Da-er, Gaster?"

"What now?" the scientist asked, tone laced with clear annoyance. But he lost that annoyance-and more importantly, his grip on the SOULs-when he was punched hard in the jaw. Papyrus was friendly and built pretty lanky, but if need be, he could throw some pretty rough punches.

And the particular one he'd just given was so hard that Gaster fell back to the floor.

"Grab on!" Sans yelled, hand out. Everyone grabbed onto him.

Then he took a shortcut.

XxX

They all landed in the living room of the skelebros' little home in Snowdin. Sans immediately slumped onto the couch.

"Are you really that lazy, brother?" Papyrus nagged.

"Yes. But this time, I have a reason. It's teleportin' three more people that took a lot of magic. And that takes a lot of energy," Sans explained, rubbing at his eye sockets.

Delanie kept pointing to Dylan's broken-up shoulder, trying to get her point across. "I think they know, sis," Dylan said dryly. Sans hauled himself off of the couch.

"Let's get ya to some help."

***And that's that. There's more to come, I'm not done yet. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!