Part 2: Darker Paths
Chapter Six
The two didn't get any sleep that night, if it was night at all. Sans could stop thinking about what had happened, and he didn't quite trust Undyne. Though he saw that her magic wasn't that strong, Sans would never forgive himself if something happened to Papyrus.
Undyne also didn't trust Sans and Papyrus. She wouldn't by any means trust someone who had just sedated her. To be honest, Undyne also hadn't really come to terms with what was happening.
The door opens fast. Gasted places a tray of food on the ground and leaves before either of them can react. Sans gets off his bed, but instead of going to the food, he walks to the small table and opens the drawer. He takes out a few plastic bags from the drawer, then goes over to the tray of food. Undyne watches him, confused, but doesn't say anything about it. Sans take some of the food and puts it into the plastic bags to save for later. The plastic bags then are put into the drawer.
"You can take some food ya know," Sans tells Undyne, as the latter was still sitting on the bed.
Undyne sighs and moves toward the tray as Sans climbs up to his brother's bunk. Sans easily wakes Papyrus, who immediately sees Undyne.
"You're awake! I'm Papyrus! What is your name?" Papyrus excitedly asks.
Undyne is slightly taken aback by Papyrus' extra positive attitude. After a moment she says, "I'm Undyne."
"Bro, it's time to eat," Sans says, taking Papyrus' attention off of Undyne, which at the time she is thankful for. Sans climbs down to the ground with Papyrus following him.
Shortly after the three finish eating the remainder of the food, Gaster comes back in.
"P02, pick up the tray. S01, P02, and U03. Follow me."
Undyne looks confused, but as Sans and Papyrus start walking toward Gaster, she follows. Gaster leads the group through the winding halls and into a large room. In the room are four metal chairs. The same kind of chair that Sans was put in years ago.
"Why don't you all ... sit down?" Gaster sneers.
All three of the kids walk to and sit in one of the chairs. As the metal around their wrists and ankles snap together, dread fills them.
Alright, I'm sorry that this is a little short, but I was having some writer's block. I think I am going to take a week off from posting this story to write some more. I don't really have much to say… Well, see ya in a week!
