"You remember that day at the hospital five months ago? You said 'how hard could this be'?" I said, trying to maintain a sane smile.
"Yeah?" said Sans, rolling over in the bed.
"You had to jinx it, didn't cha?" I grinned, the bags under my eyes twitching.
"Whoo-hoo-hoo, okay, babe, that smile's giving me flashbacks to Chara." shivered Sans. "It's my turn, anyway."
"Damn, right, it is." I said, turning over and wrapping my pillow around my head.
As Sans stepped into the bedroom, he looked to the cribs and found them completely empty. Sans's eyes widened in alarm, and his eye flared blue. His breathing became rapid, as he began searching the wing for the kids, being careful not to wake me.
"Arial?! Segoe?!" whispered Sans in a hushed frenzy. "Oh, God, Frisk is gonna kill me!" Just then, something landed on Sans's head. It fell to the floor with a gentle thud. Sans knelt down and picked it up. A baby shoe.
"God damn it. I knew it would happen sooner or later…" He sighed, looking to the ceiling to see both twins floating midair. "Alright, which one was it?" Segoe, looking at his sister who was gumming Mr. Snuggles's ear, pointed to Arial. Sans looked at Segoe, then at Arial, then back to Segoe.
"Trying to shift the blame, huh?" sighed Sans. "I know this is yours. You only got one on you." Segoe tensed, and then levitated down silently. He looked sad.
"Hey, lighten up, kiddo. I'm not mad. Just don't scare me like that. Same for you, young lady." Smiled Sans. "How's the ear taste, by the way?"
"Goo!" cooed Arial through the fabric.
"Alright, you two, back to bed. And you, young lady, need a change. I can smell you." Said Sans to Arial, who giggled just as Segoe tooted. Sans sighed.
"Make that two. I swear, you two are in sync." Mumbled Sans.
After Sans had finished changing the two rugrats, he sang them to sleep, and tiptoed out of the room. As he shut the door, he sighed.
"I'm not the only one who jinxes things…" he said to himself, walking back to his bedroom, where I was waiting, half-asleep.
"What took you so long, bonehead?" I asked groggily.
"A shit-show… both literally and figuratively." Groaned Sans, getting back into bed.
"They can levitate, can't they?" I asked.
"Yep…" sighed Sans. I groaned and rolled over.
"You handled them tonight. I'll get them in the morning." I smiled. "Get some rest."
"I'll try…" mumbled Sans.
When the sun rose the next morning, I woke up, and began getting dressed. One thing struck me as odd, though. Usually in the mornings, the twins were either crying or chirping happily. But there was no sound coming from the baby monitors. My heart skipped a beat, and my parental instincts shifted into maximum overdrive. I flew down the hall, and charged through the bedroom door, to find both cribs empty.
"Oh, no. Oh, no, no,no… Arial! Segoe!" I called.
"Hey, babe? You would not believe who I found floating around the chandelier in the foyer this morning." Said Sans behind me. My stiff neck crackled as I turned to look at Sans, who was holding Arial midair with his magic. She was doing flips midair, and I managed a small laugh.
"Okay, but where's Segoe?" I asked.
"My child? Come down here!" called Toriel. Heading downstairs, we saw Asgore trying to pry Segoe off of a bottle of mustard.
"Segoe… Please let go of the mustard?" asked Asgore politely. Segoe clamped onto the bottle with all four of his tiny limbs, until finally, he managed to yank it out of Asgore's hands.
"He's been like this for the last fifteen minutes." Said Toriel, as Segoe zipped out of the room.
"Not so fast, bucko." Said Sans calmly, grabbing Segoe by the soul with his magic. Segoe, feeling the sudden pull in his soul, wriggled in midair, and to everyone's surprise, managed to break free.
"No flippin' way. No one's ever done that before." Said Sans in disbelief. "Segoe, come back here this instant!"
Segoe, hearing Sans, stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. He giggled and flew up the stairs.
"Sans, are you sure we shouldn't call your dad? He dealt with you, maybe-" I started to suggest.
"No… I know what'll stop him… 'The Serious Face.'" Said Sans.
"It'll scare him! No." I protested.
"What do you suggest?" asked Sans. I thought for a moment.
"I don't know, um… There is one thing, but I don't like doing it." I said, heading upstairs.
"What is it?" asked Sans. I stared at Sans, and he shrank down into his hoodie like a turtle.
"Oh, that thing." he shuddered.
At the end of the hall, Segoe was trying to open the bottle of mustard. Luckily, it was a fresh bottle, and the seal hadn't been broken.
"Segoe Bastion Dreemurr, drop it." I said sternly. Segoe turned around and continued trying to open the bottle.
"Now." I ordered. Segoe remained unfazed.
"I'm giving you to the count of three… One… Two…" I said, heading towards Segoe. Segoe, hearing my footsteps created a small teepee of blue bones around him. I gasped.
"How did… never mind… Segoe, you've forced me to use the stare. Now give it." I growled, staring down at Segoe. Segoe looked up at me, knowing what would happen if he didn't hand me the bottle. Slowly, the teepee of bones disappeared, and he reluctantly handed me the bottle.
"Thank you… now, come downstairs. Grandma Toriel has breakfast waiting for us." I said, placing the bottle in my pocket, and picking up Segoe from the ground.
"Sometimes, you just gotta be firm with 'em, Sans. You give 'em an inch, and they'll walk all over you." I said.
"Who taught you that, dear?" asked Sans. My eyes looked over at Toriel, who winked at me.
"The same woman who taught me 'The Stare'." I said, taking a bite of butterscotch pancakes.
Later, as we were putting away the dishes, we heard a small bleat from upstairs. A minute later, Asriel stepped into the room and handed Arial to Sans.
"Look who managed to get into my locked room while I was changing for my date today." Grumbled Asriel. "Talk about double trouble; they're both mischievous."
"Is there anything these two don't share?" asked Toriel.
"Segoe's got more powerful magical skills." I said.
"What makes you say that? The blue magic thing was a fluke." Said Sans.
"Earlier today, when I was using The Stare on Segoe, he made a teepee out of blue bones! Not regular ones, dear. Blue. Bones." I said.
"I'm impressed. I didn't learn how to that until I was three years old." Said Sans, nuzzling Arial on the nose.
"Doesn't it concern you, though? How powerful he is?" I asked.
"Nah. He's just like his old man, but better." said Sans, shaking his head.
"But, Sans, what if when he grows up, he gets into trouble because he hurt someone? Or, God forbid, killed someone?"
"That won't happen. I'll be sure of it." Said Sans, his eyes going straight black. The Serious Face in full force.
"Just keep an eye on them, okay? I don't want them seeing me… like that…" said Asriel nervously. "Sans is right. It won't happen. We'll make sure of it."
"We'll find a way to help him control it. No problem. After all, he's our kid. If I could find a way to do it… He can, too."
