Month late chapter anyone?
I really meant to get it out on time this time, but life was like NOPE! So I couldn't. But at least I got it out exactly a month later, right?
Anyway, enjoy your chapter!
~Dolphin~
~3 years after the neutral ending~
It was a beautiful day out. Snow was gently falling from the sky… ceiling… wherever snow came from in the underground, nobody was walking about the town, and all was peaceful. On a typical day, Papyrus couldn't ask for much more. But today was not a typical day. There hadn't been one of those for a long time now. And it had only gotten worse with Sans'…incident. When he'd turned around and found Sans on the ground with a huge gash in his skull, he'd immediately called for help. The dogs that had attacked him had run off, thankfully, but nobody else was around either, so he had ended up needing to heal him himself. And though he was better at healing magic than sans was, it still hadn't been enough. He'd been able to stop him from dusting, but the alternative wasn't much better. Nowadays Sans almost never noticed him, and when he did it was either to stare at him intensely or mumble something that made no sense. Half the time he wasn't even home. He spent most of his day at Grillby's, and didn't come home until it either closed or Grillby kicked him out.
Today was going to be different though. Today Papyrus was going to go over there and give Sans a piece of his mind! In the gentlest way possible of course. Sans may be mostly insane, but he was still his brother. When he reached the front door of the bar/restaurant, he paused and looked around to make sure nothing, or no ONE was creeping up on him. When nothing around him moved he walked in, cautious of the other monsters inside.
The booths directly to the right of him were filled with the usual monsters. At least, he assumed they were the usual ones. He came here so infrequently that he didn't really keep track. A little ways to the left of the booths sat a large table. He had seen the Snowdin guard dogs playing cards at this table nearly every time he'd been here, but today they were gone. Only a single playing card lay face down on top of it, waiting for its owner to retrieve it. A few feet in front of him was the bar, behind which there was a shelf of several different kinds of drinks, most of which Papyrus could not name. A tall man made of fire was behind it as well, staring Papyrus directly in the eyes. Papyrus shifted a little, uncomfortable under the elemental's gaze. He looked away from him to one of the monsters sitting at a stool in front of the bar.
He had found Sans.
Despite what he had shown Papyrus in the forest a year ago, Sans' eye was now glowing red. His perpetual smile and tattered jacket not doing anything to help the eerie look about him. He didn't seem to notice Papyrus until he saw Grillby staring at him, at which point he turned to see him standing in the doorway. They both stared at each other for a while, Papyrus too intimidated by both Grillby's and Sans' stares to move or speak. Eventually Grillby broke the silence with a loud screech of disapproval. Then turned and walked away, leaving only Sans staring at him.
"H-HELLO BROTHER! UM, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU MAYBE WANTED TO… UM…" Papyrus had not thought this out very well. With Sans' gaze seemingly staring into his soul, it was hard to find words to fit the situation.
He took a deep breath and tried again.
"I WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE YOU COULD COMEHOME AND-" before Papyrus could finish his sentence, Sans stood up. He walked over to Papyrus calmly, not breaking his gaze even as he had to look up to meet his eyes. He stood there, just staring at Papyrus for what felt like an eternity, then turned his gaze to the door and walked out. Papyrus stood in the doorway, momentarily surprised.
"WHAT IS HE DOING?" Papyrus thought to himself as he ran to catch up with his brother. Once he did though, he discovered they were walking in the opposite direction of their house.
'SANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING BACK TO THE HOUSE!"
But Sans just kept walking.
No matter what he tried, he couldn't get any kind of response from his brother. He tried telling him it was time to feed his pet rock
No response.
He tried telling him that his sock was still on the floor at home, and they needed to go back to pick it up.
No response.
He even tried a pun.
Not even that got him a response.
He was about to give up when Sans suddenly stopped. They were in front of a strange purple door. On either side of it were tall purple pillars, and at the top was a large image of the royal symbol.
"SANS? WHY ARE WE-"
Papyrus felt a hand on his shoulder.
And it wasn't Sans'.
He whirled around to find a robot standing behind him with a pained expression on his face.
He was terrifying.
His eyes were a menacing red color, and his hair, while still covering one eye, was ratty and unkempt, and even missing on one side. His lower jaw was spiky and jagged, and reminded Papyrus of a device he'd once found outside his house that Sans had called a "bear trap". And his signature pink chest plate and boots were now a deep blood red. To top it all off, there was a green snake monster wrapped around his neck.
"M-METTATON?"
The robot looked down at him, the snake smiling.
"Kill him" she said, chuckling maliciously.
The robot raised his fist.
Papyrus stood there, too terrified to move. Just as the metal fist came down, something hit Mettaton in the head, rendering him unconscious. Or maybe just broken? Either way, he was down.
And the snake was furious