WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^
[One long but really quick chat and drink at Grillby's later]
"whoa, whoa, whoa...back that up for me one more time. she planned this out with who?"
Sans is confused by what Grillby has told him. But all the flame monster could do was shrug.
"I've told you all I know and all she told me. She said her brothers helped her."
"her brother is on the surface. and she only has the one."
Grillby smirks.
"don't look at me like that. she told me. i didn't ask to know."
"Right...Either way, I doubt she meant her human brother."
"the flower is still only one."
"Hey, I'm only telling you what she told me. And she said 'brothers'."
Sans sighs.
"does this other 'brother' have a name?"
"She called him by a weird name. Chara I think? He was the one that saw you snooping."
That made Sans flinch faintly.
"impossible."
"Why's that?"
"because there was no one else there."
"She said no one can see him."
"a ghost?"
"Ghosts can be seen, Sans. Hell, that one family of them took up that area in Waterfall."
Sans holds his skull in his hands.
"this doesn't make any sense."
"What's there to overthink? She has an imaginary friend. Big whoop."
"not that. the name."
"What? Chara? What's so weird about that?"
Sans rubs his temples.
"that name...that was the name of the kid the King took in."
Grillby's professional calm falters.
"W-What?"
Sans tries to think harder on this. What did any of this mean?
"she lives with the queen, but i don't think tori would actually talk about heavy shit like her kids. it would open old wounds. so how...how does she know that name?"
A memory comes to the confused skeleton. A past conversation he had with the human.
"You have a brother?"
"just one. and you?"
"Human or monster?"
"um...both?"
"On the surface, I got an older bro and a younger sis. Down here, I consider Flowey like a bro. Not sure how old he is. Oh! Do ghosts count? 'Cause I got this spooky little kid that talks to me sometimes too."
"uh...what?"
"Eh, but enough about me. I've been prattling on for too long as it is. I wanna hear about you. This bro of yours got a name or am I digging too deep for my own good down here?"
That simple bit in their chat. He paid it no mind at the time. But now? Now he sees the hints inside.
"Sans? You okay?"
The flaming bartender's voice snaps Sans out of his thoughts.
"huh? oh. yeah. just thinking i got some more questions for that girl."
"When you do question her, will you be bringing her here?"
Sans looks at Grillby funny.
"now why would i do that?"
"Because...I might want to mess around more with that silly pussycat."
Sans gets off his stool and tries to ignore Grillby's teasing tone.
"well...i better get going. pap will be pissed if he catches me missing from my post."
"Want one for the road?"
Grillby dangles a mustard bottle temptingly and Sans smirks.
"how much do i owe ya this time?"
"Ow. That hurts. This one's on the house."
Sans cocks his brow at Grillby as he takes the bottle.
"free? why so generous?"
"I consider the entertainment of that girl to be very rich. I recommend you bring her over more and I might continue my generosity to, oh let's say, your tab."
"...i...i might see what i can do."
Sans teleports to escape the creepy grin Grillby gets just thinking about it.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself..."
So speaks Punk Hamster between drinks who sits at the end of the bar.
"I haven't seen you this giddy since those girls got wild on lady's night."
Grillby sighs at the memory.
"That was a wild night. So glad I put up those cameras. Bitches tried to deny all the damages they caused. But I get what you're saying. I am feeling a bit more...heated than normal."
"You don't think you're starting to carrying a torch for the little lady?"
Grillby snorts at the very idea.
"Please...I'm a monster, not a pig. Sure, I haven't been with someone in a while. But that doesn't mean I'm going to rush over and snatch any female that walks by."
Punk Hamster snickers.
"Heh...Well, that's kind of what you did."
Having walked into that, Grillby sneers and takes Punk Hamster's glass.
"Hey! I wasn't finished with that."
"Any decent bartender knows when a patron has had too much."
"Ah, come on man. It was a joke."
Grillby ignores him by going about his job, leaving Punk Hamster to lose his buzz and snack on nuts.
[Meanwhile: Back with the human]
Urgh...My head is pounding. I feel nauseous. The hell happened?
"🕈 🕈📬📬📬✡ 🕆 😐 ✋😐 ✡ 🕆 ✌👎 ✌ 👎 ❄✋💣 📬" (WELL NOW...YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAD A GOOD TIME.)
Oh great. Now I have to deal with him.
"Hey, G. Um...What happened?"
Gaster chuckles.
" ✌✞✋ ❄ 🕆👌 💣 💣👌 ✋ ✍ ❄ 💧🕆 🏱 ✋💧✋ 📬 ✡ 🕆🕯✞ ✞ 👌 ✋ ❄ ✠✋👍✌❄ 👎 👌 📬" (HAVING TROUBLE REMEMBERING? NOT SURPRISING. YOU'VE NEVER BEEN INTOXICATED BEFORE.)
"Wait...So I did get drunk? I didn't get...weird...Did I?"
" 📬 ✡ 🕆 💣 ✡ ✌👎 ✌ ✋ 👍 ✌💧 ✋ ✡ 🕆 💧 💧 💣✋ ❄ " (NO. YOU MERELY HAD AN INCREASE IN YOUR SENSE MIRTH.)
"So...I was just a giggling idiot?"
"🏱 ❄❄✡ 💣🕆👍 📬" (PRETTY MUCH.)
I snicker at that.
"Heh...Playful drunk. That's the best outcome that could've happened."
"✌ ✌✋👎 ✡ 🕆 🕈 ✋ ❄ 👌 💣 🏱 💣✋💧👍🕆 🕆💧✍" (AFRAID YOU WERE GOING TO BE MORE PROMISCUOUS?)
"Oh yeah. I don't want to end up being slutty drunk. Way too much can end up happening and I'd have no clue of any of it."
"✌ 👎📬 ✋❄ 🕈 🕆 👎 👌 💧🕆👍 ✌ 💧 ✌💣 ✋ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ 🕈 ❄ ✌🏱🏱 ❄ ✡ 🕆 ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 📬" (AGREED. IT WOULD BE SUCH A SHAME IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO YOU OR YOUR SOUL.)
That tone he had didn't slip by my "well that's not good" radar. That has my senses on alert. After Chara's super weird warning, I'm a little on edge around him. Though part of me still wants to be kind and trust him.
"I've never asked this, and you don't have to answer if I'm being rude for asking, but...How did you end up here?"
He seems to be slightly taken back by the question. Yet he is quick to recover his composer like normal.
"✋❄🕯💧 ❄ 💣✡ 👎 💧❄ 💣 💣 ✡📪 👌🕆❄ ✋❄ ✌🏱🏱 👎 ❄ 💧💧📬" (IT'S NOT MY FONDEST MEMORY, BUT IT HAPPENED NON THE LESS.)
He motions me closer and I do, all be it with what I hope is the subtlest hint of my nervousness.
"✡ 🕆🕯 💧✋❄✌ ❄📪 ✋❄❄ 📬 🕈 ✡✍" (YOU'RE HESITANT, LITTLE ONE. WHY?)
"What? No. I'm just still messed up from liquor. I don't want to fall or barf on you."
He eyes me a bit but appears to let my behavior slide.
"✞ ✡ 🕈 📬 ✡ 🕆 💣✌✡ ❄ 🕆 💧💧 ✋❄ 💣 ❄ 😐💧 💣 🕈📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ 💣✡ 🏱 ✋💣 📪 ✋ 🕈✌💧 👍 ❄ ✌👎 💧👍✋ ❄✋💧❄ ❄ ❄ ✡✌ ✌💣✋ ✡📬" (VERY WELL. YOU MAY NOT GUESS IT FROM THE LOOKS OF ME NOW, BUT IN MY PRIME, I WAS ONCE THE HEAD SCIENTIST TO THE ROYAL FAMILY.)
"Really?"
"✡ 💧📬 💣✡ 🕆 ❄✋❄ ✋💧 👎 📬 🕈📬 👎📬 ✌💧❄ 📬" (YES. MY FULL TITLE IS DR. W. D. GASTER.)
"Initials?"
"✋❄🕯💧 💣✡ ✋ 💧❄ ✌💣 📬 ✋❄ 💧❄✌ 👎💧 🕈✋ 👎✋ 📬" (IT'S MY FIRST NAME. IT STANDS FOR WINGDING.)
I tilt my head when something in my head clicks with that name.
"Wingding? Like the font?"
He nods.
"👍 👍❄📬" (CORRECT.)
He watches as the gears turn in my head and I am literally unsure about asking that which I know.
" 📬 ✌💧😐 💣 📬 ✋ 😐 🕈 ✡ 🕆 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ 📬" (GO ON. ASK ME. I KNOW YOU WANT TO.)
"Sans and Papyrus...Are you...related to them?"
The cocky grin smearing his face is chilling.
"✡ 🕆🕯 ✞ ✡ ✌💧❄🕆❄ ❄ 🏱✋ 👍 ✋❄ ❄ ❄ 💣 🕆💧❄ 💣✡ ✌💣 ✌ 📬 ✋ 👍 💣💣 👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✌❄📪 🕆💣✌ 📬 ✋ 👎 👎📪 💧✌ 💧 ✌ 👎 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧 ✌ 👌 ❄ 💣✡ 😐✋ 📬 ✋ ✌👍❄📪 ❄ ✡ ✌ 💣✡ ✡ 🕆 💧✋👌 ✋ 💧📬" (YOU'RE VERY ASTUTE TO PIECE IT TOGETHER FROM JUST MY NAME ALONE. I COMMEND YOU FOR THAT, HUMAN. INDEED, SANS AND PAPYRUS ARE BOTH MY KIN. IN FACT, THEY ARE MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS.)
Initially, shock has me for the most part. But soon puzzlement takes over.
"But...Sans said he only has one brother."
"❄ ✌❄🕯💧 👌 👍✌🕆💧 👎 💧 🕯❄ 💣 💣👌 💣 📬 👎 💧📬 ✌❄ ✌💧❄📪 ❄ ❄✋ ✡📬" (THAT'S BECAUSE HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ME. NO ONE DOES. AT LEAST, NOT ENTIRELY.)
"Care to make sense out of that?"
" ✌👎 ✡📬 ✡ 🕆 💧 📬📬📬✌💧 ❄ ✡✌ 💧👍✋ ❄✋💧❄📪 ✋ 🕈✌💧 ✋✞ ❄ 👍 ✌ 👍 ❄ 👎 💣✌ ✡ 🕈 👎 🕆💧 ❄ ✋ 💧📬 ✋ 👍 ✌❄ 👎 💣✌ ✡ ❄ 👍 💧💧✋❄✋ 💧 💣 💧❄ 💧 👎 ❄ 💧🕆 ✞✋✞ ✋ ❄ 🕆 👎 🕆 👎📬 💣✡ ✌ 👎 💧❄ ✌👍 ✋ ✞ 💣 ❄ 🕈✌💧 ✌ 👎 ✋💧 💧❄✋ ❄ 👍 📬 ✌ 💣✌👍 ✋ 👍✌🏱✌👌 ✌ 💧💧✋ ❄ ❄ 💣✌ ✋ 💧 ❄ ✞ ✡ 🏱 ✌ ❄ ✋❄💧 ✌ 👎 👍 ✞ ❄✋ ✋❄ ✋ ❄ 💣✌ ✋👍✌ ✡📭 👍❄ ✋👍✋❄✡📬" (GLADLY. YOU SEE...AS THE ROYAL SCIENTIST, I WAS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO DO MANY WONDROUS THINGS. I CREATED MANY OF THE NECESSITIES MONSTERS NEED TO SURVIVE IN THE UNDERGROUND. MY GRANDEST ACHIEVEMENT WAS AND IS STILL THE CORE. A MACHINE CAPABLE OF HARNESSING THE GEOTHERMAL ENERGIES OF THE VERY PLANET ITSELF AND CONVERTING IT INTO MAGICAL ENERGY/ELECTRICITY.)
"Most impressive."
"🕈 ✋ ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 ✌ ❄ 🕆 💧❄✌❄ 💣 ❄📪 ✋❄ 🕈✌💧 🕯❄ 💣✡ 🏱 ✋💣✌ ✡ 💧❄🕆👎✡📬 📬📬📬💣✡ 💣✌✋ 💧 ✌ 👍 🕈 ❄ ✋ ❄ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ✌ 💣 ✌💧👍✋ ✌❄✋ ✌ 👎 ✞ 🕆❄✋ ✋ ✋ ❄ ✌ 💧✋💣🏱 ✡ 💧 ✞✋ ✡ 👍 ✋💧 💧 ✈🕆✌ ❄✋ ✡✋ ❄ 💣✡💧❄ ✋ 💧 ❄ 🕆 ✋✞ 💧 ✋ ❄ ✌ 🕆 👎 💧❄✌ 👎✌👌 💣✌❄📬 📬📬📬💣✡ ❄ 🕆 🏱✌💧💧✋ ✋💧 👍 💣🏱 ❄ 🕆 👎 💧❄✌ 👎✋ 💧 🕆 💧📬 ✌ 👎 💧🕆👍 🏱✌💧💧✋ ✋💧 🕈 ✋ 👎 👎 🕆🏱 ✋ ❄ ✋💧 ✞ ✋👎📬" (WHILE THAT IS A TRUE STATEMENT, IT WASN'T MY PRIMARY STUDY. NO...MY MAIN RESEARCH WENT INTO SOMETHING FAR MORE FASCINATING AND REVOLUTIONIZING THAN SIMPLY SOLVING ENERGY CRISES OR QUANTIFYING THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE INTO AN UNDERSTANDABLE FORMAT. NO...MY TRUE PASSION IS COMPLETE UNDERSTANDING OF SOULS. AND SUCH PASSION IS HOW I ENDED UP IN THIS VOID.)
Creepy vibe alert! Red flag warning!
"Souls?"
" 📪 ✡ 💧📬 ✋ ✋ 👎 ✋❄ 💧 ✋ ❄ 💧❄✋ ❄ ✌❄ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ 💧 💧💣✌ ✌ 👎 ✌ ✋ 👍✌ 👎 ✋💣💣 ✌💧🕆 ✌👌 🏱 🕈 📬 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✞ ✋❄✡✍ ✌👍 💧 🕆 📪 💧 👎✋ ❄ ✌ 👎 ✡ ❄ 🕆💧❄ ✌💧 🏱 🕈 🕆 ✌💧 ❄ 💧❄📬 🕈 📬📬📬✌ 💣 💧❄📬" (OH, YES. I FIND IT SO INTERESTING THAT SOMETHING SO SMALL AND FRAGILE CAN HOLD IMMEASURABLE POWER. AND THE VERITY? EACH SOUL, SO DIFFERENT AND YET JUST AS POWERFUL AS THE REST. WELL...ALMOST.)
He gets to my curiosity.
"What do you mean by almost? Are some souls more powerful than others?"
He smiles wickedly and my skin starts to crawl.
"✡ 💧📪 ✋❄❄ 📬 ❄ 👎 💧 🕆 👎 ❄ 💣✋ ✌❄✋ ✋💧 💧🕆👍 ✌ 💧 🕆 📬 💣✌ ✋ ✡✋ ❄ 🕈 💧 🏱 🕈 ❄ 💣 ❄ ✡ 🕆💧 ❄ ✋✞ ✋ 📬" (YES, LITTLE ONE. THE RED SOUL OF DETERMINATION IS ONE SUCH A SOUL. MAGNIFYING THE OWNERS POWER THE MORE THEY REFUSE TO GIVE IN.)
"That is interesting. But I get the feeling this is leading to something."
That apparently was the bait he was hoping I'd take. Because within seconds, he has my wrists locked in two disembodied hands and holds me off the ground to the point we're at eye level with one another.
"*snarl* This is not a move that a wise man makes, G. This is the kind of thing that pisses me off and I make you regret it."
That smug grin never falter.
"✌ 🕈✌✡💧 💧 👌 ✌💧❄ ✡ 🕈 ✡ 🕆 🏱 👍 ✋✞ ✡ 🕆 💧 ❄ 👌 ✋ 👎✌ 📬 💧🕆👍 🕆 👌 👍 💣✋ ✌ ✌👎✡📬" (ALWAYS SO BEASTLY WHEN YOU PERCEIVE YOURSELF TO BE IN DANGER. SUCH UNBECOMING OF A LADY.)
"Let me go and I will consider not adding to those cracks in your skull."
"✞ ✡ 👍🕆❄ 📬 👌🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✋ 🏱 💧✋❄✋ ❄ ❄ ✌❄ 💣 📬" (VERY CUTE. BUT YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO THREATEN ME.)
"We'll see about that."
I jerk my legs to kick but they don't move. Two more disembodied hands grip around my ankles.
" ✋😐 ✋ 💧✌✋👎📬📬📬✡ 🕆 ✌ ✋ 🏱 💧✋❄✋ ❄ ❄ ✌❄ 💣 📬" (LIKE I SAID...YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO THREATEN ME.)
"You cocky son of a breastbone."
That takes a moment to sink in before he laughs.
" 📬📬📬 👎 📬 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ✌ 💣 💧❄ 🕆 ✡📬 👌🕆❄ ❄ ✈🕆✋❄ 📬" (HEHEH...GOOD ONE. THAT WAS ALMOST FUNNY. BUT NOT QUITE.)
"What are you planning? In the very least, don't let it be something pervy."
He looks unamused.
"👎 ❄ ✌👍👍🕆💧 💣 👌 ✋ 💧 💣 🕈 ✡ 💧👍🕆💣👌✌ 📬 ✋ ✋ 🕈✌ ❄ 👎 ❄ ✌✞ 💣✡ 🕈✌✡ 🕈✋❄ ✡ 🕆📪 ✡ 🕆 🕈 🕆 👎🕯✞ 👌 ✞✋ ✌❄ 👎 💣🕆👍 💧 ✋ ❄ 🕆❄ 💣 ❄✋ 💧 ✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ ✌❄📬" (DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF BEING SOME LOWLY SCUMBAG. IF I WANTED TO HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN VIOLATED MUCH SOONER INTO OUT MEETINGS AND YOU KNOW THAT.)
"Then what is this all about?"
"✡ 🕆 ✌💧😐 👎 ✋ ❄ 🕈 💧 🕆 💧 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈 💧❄ ❄ ✌ ❄ 💧📬" (YOU ASKED IF THERE WERE SOULS THAT WERE STRONGER THAN OTHERS.)
"And you said the Red Soul of Determination."
"✋ 👎✋👎📬 👌🕆❄ ✋ ✌✞ 🕆 👎 ✌ 💧 🕆 ✌ 💧🕆🏱 ✋ ✌ 👎 💣🕆👍 💣 ✋ ❄ 💧❄✋ ❄ ✌ ❄ 👎 💧 🕆 📬" (I DID. BUT I HAVE FOUND A SOUL FAR SUPERIOR AND MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN THE RED SOUL.)
I sigh.
"Let me guess. Mine."
" 🕈 ✡ 🕆🕯 🕆💧❄ ❄✌😐✋ ❄ 🕆 🕆❄ ✋❄📬" (NOW YOU'RE JUST TAKING THE FUN OUT OF IT.)
Before I'm able to rebuke that with a rather scathing set of choice words, he places his actual hand on my chest and I become a rather flustered mess.
"Take your fucking hand off!"
"🖂💧✋ 🖂 🕈 ✌❄ 🏱✌ ❄ ✋🕯💣 ❄ ✋ ❄ 👎 ✌ ✡❄ ✋ 💧👍✌ 👎✌ 🕆💧 👎 🕯❄ ✡ 🕆 🕆 👎 💧❄✌ 👎✍ 💧❄ ✡📪 ✋ ❄ 🕆 ❄ ✡ 🕆🕯👎 ✌👍❄ 👎✋ ❄ ✡ ❄ ✌ ❄ ❄ 💧📬 💧🕆👍 ✌ 🏱✋❄✡📬 🕈 ✋ ✡ 🕆 🕆💧❄ ✌✠📬📬📬" (*SIGH* WHAT PART OF I'M NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING SCANDALOUS DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? HONESTLY, I THOUGHT YOU'D REACT DIFFERENTLY THAN THE OTHERS. SUCH A PITY. NOW IF YOU JUST RELAX...)
Wait, what does he mean by 'others'? Before I can ask, a strange surge of energy floods into my chest and I roar out as this new type of pain worms its way inside me. A delightful sparkle comes to his eyes, like a child getting a new pet, he knows what's to come but there's enough mystery to get him excited.
"✡ 🕆🕯 💧✋💧❄✋ 📬 👎 🕯❄ 👌 ✌ 📪 ✋❄❄ 📬 ❄ 💣 ✡ 🕆 💧❄ 🕆 📪 ❄ 🕈 💧 ❄ 🏱✌✋ 📬 👍 📪 👌 ✌ 👎 ✋ ✌ 👎 👎 ✌💧 ❄ 👎📬 ✌✠ ✌ 👎 ✌ 🕈 ❄ ✋💧 ❄ ✌🏱🏱 📬" (YOU'RE RESISTING. DON'T BE A FOOL, LITTLE ONE. THE MORE YOU STRUGGLE, THE WORSE THE PAIN. FOR ONCE, BE A GOOD GIRL AND DO AS TOLD. RELAX AND ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN.)
I shiver and hate that Gaster knows how to speak in such a way that it gets to me. His words tickle a part in my brain that is powerless to him. As much as my body screams to keep fighting this energy and deny him of what he's expecting, I am only a human. I'm a weak creature by nature. I give in. I give up.
"❄ 🕈 ✌ 📬 💧🕆👍 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📬" (THERE WE ARE. SUCH A GOOD GIRL.)
Seconds after allowing his magic to flow freely into my body, from out of the hole in his palm emerges the heart-shaped core of my being that is my very SOUL. Yet something isn't right. A soul is primarily a single color. Now I know mine is a bit odd as it tends to change its color instead of staying a single solitary color. But this? This was new and very unexpected. This SOUL was not one, two or even three colors. No. This thing was a swirl of multiple colors all sloshing about like clashing waves, each one seemingly colliding with the others for more space for itself, almost like the colors are fighting for dominance of the SOUL itself. And the colors themselves, so many of them. Orange, red, blue, yellow, green, light blue, purple, and black. Though very faintly, two more colors were drowning under these crashing waves. From the little bits that can be seen, it looked like white and...pink? What the fuck?
" ✌💧👍✋ ✌❄✋ 📬📬📬✋🕯✞ ✞ 💧 ✌ 🕆💣✌ 💧 🕆 ✠ ✋👌✋❄ 💧🕆👍 ✌ ✌ ✌✡ 💣 ❄✋ 💧📬 👌 ✌✞ ✡📬 👎 ❄ 💣✋ ✌❄✋ 📬 ✋ ❄ ✋❄✡📬 🕆💧❄✋👍 📬 😐✋ 👎 💧💧📬 🏱✌❄✋ 👍 📬 🏱 💧 ✞ ✌ 👍 📬 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✋💧 📬📬📬 ❄ 💧💧 💧💧📬 ✞ ✡ ✌ 📬 ✋🕯✞ ✞ 💧❄🕆👎✋ 👎 ✌ ❄ 💧💧 💧 🕆 👌 📬 ✌ 👎 🕈 ✌❄ ✌ ❄ 💧 ❄🕈 ✍ ❄ 🕆 ✡ ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✋ ❄ 🏱 ✞✋👎 💣 🕈✋❄ 💣🕆👍 ✌❄ 🕆 👎 💧❄✌ 👎✋ ❄ ✌ ✋ 👍 🕆 👎🕯✞ 🏱 ✌✡ 👎 📬" (FASCINATING...I'VE NEVER SEEN A HUMAN SOUL EXHIBIT SUCH A ARRAY OF EMOTIONS. BRAVERY. DETERMINATION. INTEGRITY. JUSTICE. KINDNESS. PATIENCE. PERSEVERANCE. AND THIS ONE...RELENTLESSNESS. VERY RARE. I'VE NEVER STUDIED A RELENTLESS SOUL BEFORE. AND WHAT ARE THOSE TWO? TRULY YOU ARE GOING TO PROVIDE ME WITH MUCH GREATER UNDERSTANDING THAN I COULD'VE PRAYED FOR.)
This feels so weird, my chest hurts from the pressure of his hand and the forced emergence of my soul. The longer it's out the more it hurts. But my discomfort means little to him, if anything my reactions only seem to further get his interest.
"✋❄ 🏱✌✋ 💧 ✡ 🕆📪 👎 💧 🕯❄ ✋❄✍ ✌✞✋ ✡ 🕆 ✋ 🏱🕆 👎 🕆❄ ✋😐 ❄ ✋💧📬 ✋ 😐 🕈 ✋❄ 👎 💧📬 ✋❄ 🕆 ❄ ❄ ❄ 🕆💣✌ 💧 ✌💧 🕈 📬 💧🕆👍 ✌✋ ❄ ✋ 💧 ❄ ✡ 🕈 📬 💧 🕆 ✌ 📬 🕆💧❄ ✌💧 ✋🕯💣 💧🕆 ✡ 🕆 ✌ 🕈 ❄ 📬" (IT PAINS YOU, DOESN'T IT? HAVING YOUR LIFE PULLED OUT LIKE THIS. I KNOW IT DOES. IT HURT THE OTHER HUMANS AS WELL. SUCH FRAIL THINGS THEY WERE. SO FULL OF FEAR. JUST AS I'M SURE YOU ARE NOW TOO.)
I know I was resigned to just letting him do as he pleased before and honestly, I would've stilled allowed had he not said that. Fear? He thinks I'm afraid? Oh hell no! Who the fuck does he think he's dealing with here?! He's toying with me, like being a cat and thinking I'm a mouse. The hell I am! I won't give in. Not anymore. Not to fear and damn sure not to him!
"You bipolar manipulative fuckwad!"
He's taken back by my sudden snap. But his eyes never leave their locked on gaze from my soul, which is starting to stir a lot harsher now.
"You think this scares me? That YOU scare me? Papyrus scares me more than you. At least he makes his intent clear. He tells me without hesitation that he has no issues ending my life. You? You can't seem to pick whether or not you want to be all friendly or be an outright creepy asshole. So no. Fuck this. Fuck you. This bitch ain't taking this bullshit anymore!"
My soul beats loudly and fast. The swirl of colors hitting each other harder. Two beginning to show more predominately as they are more fueled at this moment. Red...and Black. But my verbal venom does nothing to phase him. He sees right through me, chuckling with amusement as he leans in closer and the tips of his fingers claw into my chest harshly.
"💧🕆👍 ✌ 👌 👎 💧🏱✋ ✋❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ 📪 ✋❄❄ 📬 ✞ ✡ ✌💣🕆💧✋ 📬 ✋ ✋😐 ✋❄📬 💣✌😐 💧 ❄ ✋ 💧 💣 ✡✌👌 🕈 ❄ 💣 🕆💧 ❄✌ 😐💧 👌✌👍😐📬 ✋ 👍✌ 💧 ❄ ✋💧 ✌💧 ❄ 💧❄✌ ❄ ✌ ✞ ✡ ✋ ❄ 💧❄✋ ✠🏱 ✋💣 ❄📬" (SUCH A BOLD SPIRIT YOU HAVE, LITTLE ONE. VERY AMUSING. I LIKE IT. MAKES THINGS MORE ENJOYABLE WHEN THE MOUSE TALKS BACK. I CAN SEE THIS AS THE START OF A VERY INTERESTING EXPERIMENT.)
"I'm not your fucking lab rat, Gaster."
"✡ 🕆 ✌ 🕈 ✌❄ ✋ 💧✌✡ ✡ 🕆 ✌ 💧 ✌💧 ✡ 🕆 💣✌✋ ✋ 🕈✋❄ 💣 📬 ✋🕯💣 💧❄🕆👍😐 ✋ ❄ ✋💧 💣 ✌ 👎 ✌ 🕈 ✋ ✡ 🕆🕯 ✌🕈✌😐 📬 ✋❄🕯💧 👌 ✌ ✞ ✡ ❄✋💣 💧✋ 👍 ✋ 🕈✌💧 ✌💧❄ ✌👌 ❄ ✌✞ 👍 ❄✌👍❄ 🕈✋❄ ✌ ❄ 🏱 💧 🏱 💣 ✌ ✡ 💧 ❄ 🕈 😐📬 ✌ 👎 ✌💧 ✌ 🕆 😐 🕈 ✞ ✋❄✌👌 📪 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✌ ✌ 💣✌ ✡ ✋ 🕈✋💧 ❄ ✠🏱 ✌ 👎 🕆 👎 💧❄✌ 👎📬 🕈 ✌❄ ✠✌👍❄ ✡ 💣✌😐 💧 ✡ 🕆 ❄✋👍😐✍ 🕈 👎✋👎 ✡ 🕆 🏱✌✋ ❄ 🕆😐 👌 ✠ 🕈✋❄ ❄ ✌❄ 👎👎 ✋❄👍 ✍ 🕈 ✌❄ ✋💧 ❄ 🕆 ✠❄ ❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 🕯💧 🏱 🕈 ✍ 💧 💣✌ ✡ ✈🕆 💧❄✋ 💧 ✌ 👎 ✋ 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ 📬📬📬 📬📬📬✋ 🕈✋ ✋ 👎 🕆❄ ❄ ✌ 💧🕈 💧📬" (YOU ARE WHAT I SAY YOU ARE SO LONG AS YOU REMAIN IN HERE WITH ME. I'M STUCK IN THIS ROOM AND ALONE WHILE YOU'RE AWAKE. IT'S BEEN A VERY LONG TIME SINCE I WAS LAST ABLE TO HAVE CONTACT WITH ANOTHER PERSON OR PREFORM ANY SORT OF WORK. AND AS AN UNKNOWN VERITABLE, YOU ARE AN ANOMALY I WISH TO EXPLORE AND UNDERSTAND. WHAT EXACTLY MAKES YOU TICK? HOW DID YOU REPAIR THE JUKEBOX WITH THAT ODD GLITCH? WHAT IS THE FULL EXTENT OF YOUR SOUL'S POWER? SO MANY QUESTIONS AND I WANT TO...NO...I WILL FIND OUT THE ANSWERS.)
We glare deeply at one another. Sizing the other up, even though I'm clearly not going to win this. But it would be a cold day in hell if I'd let him treat me like some stupid lab experiment. I am no one's toy.
"...And if I refuse?"
"📬📬📬✋ 🕈 🕆 👎 🏱 ✡ 🕆 👍 🏱 ✌❄✋ 📬 ✋❄ 🕈 🕆 👎 💣✌😐 ❄ ✋ 💧 ✌💧✋ 🕆💧 👌 ❄ ✌ 👎 ❄ 👎✋ 🕆❄ ❄ ❄ 💧❄ 💧🕆 ❄💧 🕈✋❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌❄✋✞✋❄✡📬 👌🕆❄ ✋ ✡ 🕆 🕆💧 ❄ 👌 ✌✞ 📪 ❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✡ ✌✞ 💣 👍 ✋👍 📬 ✌ 👎 ✋ 😐 🕈 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✌ ✞ ✡ ✋💣✌ ✋ ✌❄✋✞ ✋ 📬 ✋ 👎 🕯❄ ✌✞ ❄ 💧✌✡ 🕈 ✌❄ ✋ 🕈✋ 👎 👌 👍✌🕆💧 ✋ ✌✞ 👎 🕆👌❄💧 ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ✌ ✌👎✡ ❄ 🕆 ❄ ✌❄ ✌💧❄ ❄ 👌✡ ❄ ❄✋💣 ✋ ✋ ✋💧 💧🏱 ✌😐✋ 📬" (...I WOULD PREFER YOUR COOPERATION. IT WOULD MAKE THINGS EASIER FOR US BOTH AND NOT DILUTE THE TEST RESULTS WITH YOUR NEGATIVITY. BUT IF YOU REFUSE TO BEHAVE, THEN YOU REALLY LEAVE ME NO CHOICE. AND I KNOW YOU ARE A VERY IMAGINATIVE GIRL. I DON'T HAVE TO SAY WHAT I WILL DO BECAUSE I HAVE NO DOUBTS THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT OF AT LEAST TEN BY THE TIME I FINISH SPEAKING.)
"Twenty six actually."
"💣✡ 🏱 ✋ ❄ 💣✌✋ 💧 💧❄✌ 👎✋ 📬 🕈 ✋ ✌💧😐 ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✋💧📬📬📬🕈✋ ✡ 🕆 🕆💣 💣 👌✡ ✋ ✌ 🕈✋❄ 💣✡ 🕈 ✋💣💧✍ 📪 🕈✋ ✡ 🕆 💣✌😐 ❄ ✋ 💧 🕈 💧❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 👌✡ 👌 ✋ ✌ 👌✌👎 ✋ ✍" (MY POINT REMAINS STANDING. NOW I ASK YOU THIS...WILL YOU HUMOR ME BY GOING ALONG WITH MY WHIMS? OR, WILL YOU MAKE THINGS WORST FOR YOURSELF BY BEING A BAD GIRL?)
I look at him funny.
"Dude, I want to take that seriously but...wow...That was the lamest way you could've said that."
He rolls his eyes and sighs.
" 🕈 ✌💧 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧 ❄ 😐✋ 👎 ✡ 🕆 👌✡ 🕈✍" (HOW HAS PAPYRUS NOT KILLED YOU BY NOW?)
"Because not even Pap wants to piss off Toriel."
He shrugs his shoulders.
"✡ ✌ 📪 ✋ 👍✌ 💧 ❄ ✌❄📬 🕈 👍 💧 ✏ ❄ ✌💧✡ 🕈✌✡ ❄ 🕈✌✡ ❄ ✌❄ ✋ ✞ ✞ 💧 ✌ ❄ 🏱✌✋ ✌ 👎 ✌ ✌ 🕆 👎 🕆 🏱 ✌💧✌ ❄ 💧💧✍" (YEAH, I CAN SEE THAT. NOW CHOOSE! THE EASY WAY OR THE WAY THAT INVOLVES A LOT OF PAIN AND ALL AROUND UNPLEASANTNESS?)
"You paint such a beautiful picture. Are you a poet?"
He doesn't like sarcasm, as evidence of his clawed fingertips digging in so hard that they start to break through to enter my flesh.
"✌ 💧🕈 💣 📪 ✡ 💧✋ ✏ 🕈✏" (ANSWER ME, LYNSIE! NOW!)
"Easy way! Easy way! Fuck! I pick the easy way!"
Now with an answer of my hopeful cooperation, his fingers release their grip into my skin and he removes his hand from my chest. This lets my soul return to me and I can now feel slightly less violated.
"❄ 📬 🕈 🕈✌💧 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✌ 👎✍" (THERE. NOW WAS THAT SO HARD?)
I sneer at him.
"I'm beginning to see the family resemblance. I don't know who's smugger. Sans, Pap, or you."
He scowls and makes the other hands disappear, dropping me on my shaky feet that almost buckle.
"🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧 ✋💧 ✋ ❄📬 ❄ ✌❄ 💣 🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 ✋💧 ✋ ❄ ❄ ✡ 🕆 ✋ 💣 ❄ 🕆👌 ❄ ✌ ✡ 🕆 🕈✌ ❄📬 ✌ ❄ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 🕆 👌 ✡ 🕆 💧✌✡ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆🕯 ❄📬" (PAPYRUS IS RIGHT. THAT MOUTH OF YOURS IS GOING TO GET YOU IN MORE TROUBLE THAN YOU WANT. LEARN TO HOLD YOUR TONGUE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING THAT YOU'LL REGRET.)
I smirk, sticking out my tongue and taking hold of it.
"*mumble* Is this better?"
He looks at me deadpan and slaps his hand to his face.
"🖂💧✋ 🖂 ✋ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 💣🕆👍 ✋ ❄ 🕈📬" (*SIGH* I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.)
I let my tongue go.
"You say that, but you know you're glad I come by. After all, it's like you said. You're stuck here, all alone with no one to talk to or interact with. You're lonely. It's understandable. It's why I don't hold this nutty side of you in the wrong. You're just a little awkward dealing with me. And I know I'm not the greatest human when it comes to rubbing you monsters the right way. I antagonize, sometimes on purpose. But do you know why I do it?"
"👌 👍✌🕆💧 ✡ 🕆🕯 💧❄✋ ❄ ✡✋ ❄ 😐✋ ✡ 🕆 💧 ✍" (BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?)
I snort a laugh.
"Nah, man. That sad part of me had it's chance and failed. I'm not brave enough to try meeting death again. Our long distance relationship will just have to continue. No...The reason I purposely bug the shit out of you boys is simply this...I like you."
Emotion leaves his face.
"You look confused. Let me explain. To strangers, I try to come off as normal. Letting them see the good in me and allowing them to make the choice of wanting to know more about me if they want. But when they do, when there are continued interactions, I let my real self come out more. The real me is kind. The real me likes to tell crude jokes. The real me will fight if something is wrong. The real me is a loyal friend once you earn my respect. And it's the real me you get when I see you trying to be real with me in return. That help make sense?"
He just stares at me for a minute or two. Just letting my words sink in. Then his composer returns.
"✡ 🕆 👍 ❄✌✋ ✡ ✌ ✌ 👎👎 📪 ✋🕯 ✋✞ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✌❄📬 👌🕆❄📬📬📬✋ 💧🕆🏱🏱 💧 ✡ 🕆 ✌ 🕯❄ ❄ 🕈 💧❄ 🏱 💧 ❄ 👌 ✌ 🕆 👎📬" (YOU CERTAINLY ARE AN ODD ONE, I'LL GIVE YOU THAT. BUT...I SUPPOSE YOU AREN'T THE WORST PERSON TO BE AROUND.)
I smile.
"Same, G. You can be a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but for real, who isn't? Yet if you try to hold that side back then I'll hold my more obnoxious traits back in turn. If you play the gentleman, I will not play the bitch. Sound fair, Dr.?"
I hold out my hand in a friendly manner. He looks at my hand and then me.
"What's the matter, G? Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
For a moment, a small smile creeps onto his skull but is quickly replaced with his normal flat line and he shakes my hand.
"✡ 🕆 ✌ ✡ ✌ ✌ 💧❄ ✌ 📬 ✡ ❄📬📬📬💣✌✡👌 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✋ 📬" (YOU REALLY ARE A STRANGE ONE. YET...MAYBE THAT'S A GOOD THING.)
"I'm glad we can be cool about this. Honestly, when you started being all creepy, I was beginning to believe the warning Chara gave me that you were not to be trusted."
Things go quiet and the room gets ice cold.
"🕈 ✌❄ 👎✋👎 ✡ 🕆 💧✌✡✍" (WHAT DID YOU SAY?)
I feel like I just fucked up.
"❄ ✌❄ ✌💣 📬 🕈 👎 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ ✌❄ ✌💣 ✍" (THAT NAME. HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?)
My continued silence does not please him. He grabs me by the throat with both hands and gets in my face. The rage in his eyes almost makes me piss myself.
"✋ 👎 🕯❄ 😐 🕈 🕈 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ ✌❄ 👌 ✌❄📪 👌🕆❄ ✌ 🕈 💣 ❄ 💣✌😐 ❄ ✋💧 ✞ ✡ 👍 ✌ 📬 ✋ ✌ ✡ ✋💧 ❄ ❄ 👌 ❄ 🕆💧❄ 👎📪 ✋❄ ✋💧 ✋💣📬 👎 ❄ ❄ 🕆💧❄ 💧💣✌ 👍 ✋ 👎 📬 ❄ ✡ ✌ ❄ 💣 💧❄ ✞✋ 👍 ✌❄🕆 💧 ✡ 🕆 🕈✋ ✞ ✌✞ ❄ 🕆 ❄🕆 ✌❄ ❄✋💣 ❄ 😐 🕈📬 👎 👍 🏱❄✋✞ 💣✋ 👎💧 🕈✋❄ 😐 👎 ❄ 🕆 💧 ✋ 💣✋💧 ✌👎✋ 👌 👎✋ 💧📬 ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 👍 ✌ ✌📬" (I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT BRAT BUT ALLOW ME TO MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR. IF ANYONE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED, IT IS HIM. DO NOT TRUST SMALL CHILDREN. THEY ARE THE MOST EVIL CREATURES YOU WILL EVER HAVE THE UNFORTUNATE TIME TO KNOW. DECEPTIVE MINDS WITH FORKED TONGUES IN MISLEADING BODIES. THAT IS CHARA.)
"B-B-But he..."
"👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 🕆💧❄ 💣 📪 ✋❄❄ ✍" (DO YOU TRUST ME, LITTLE ONE?)
"I...I want to..."
"❄ ❄ 🕆💧❄ 💣 📬 👎 ❄ 👌 ✋ ✞ 👍 ✌ ✌📬 ✋ ✋❄ 🕈 🕯❄ ✋💣📪 ❄ 🏱 ✋ 👍 🕈 🕆 👎 💧❄✋ 👌 ✌ ✋✞ 📬" (THEN TRUST ME. DO NOT BELIEVE CHARA. IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, THE PRINCE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE.)
I feel my face pale.
"Asriel?"
"✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ✋💣 ❄ ✍" (YOU KNOW OF HIM TOO?)
His grip on me loosens and the rage in his eyes dims.
"✋ 🕈✌ ✡ 🕆 🕈📬 🕈✋❄ ✌ 💧 🕆 💧🕆👍 ✌💧 ✡ 🕆 💧📪 ✡ 🕆 💧 ✌ 🏱 ✌✡ ✌ ✋💣🏱 ❄✌ 👍 📬 👎 ❄ ✌ 🕈 💧🕆👍 ✌ ❄ ✋ ❄ 👌 🕆 👎 ❄ 💧🕈✌✡ 💧 💣 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ ✋ ✌👌 🕆❄📬" (I WARN YOU NOW. WITH A SOUL SUCH AS YOURS, YOU SHALL PLAY A ROLE OF IMPORTANCE. DO NOT ALLOW SUCH A THING TO BE UNDER THE SWAY OF SOMEONE YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.)
"And what about you?"
He looks sternly before sighing into calmness.
"✋ ✋❄ 🕈✋ 🏱 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 😐 🕈 ✋ ✌💣 ❄ ✡ 🕆 💣✡📪 ❄ ✋ 💧 ✌ ❄ ✡ 🕆 💣 ✌👌 🕆❄ 💣✡💧 ✌💧 🕈 👍 ❄✋ 🕆 ❄ 💧 ✋ ❄ ✌👍❄✋ 💧📬 👌🕆❄ ✋ 👎 🏱 ✡ 🕆 ✌ 💣 👍✌🕆❄✋ 🕆💧 🕈✋❄ 🕈 💣 ✡ 🕆 👍 💧 ❄ 🕈 ✡ 🕆 🕆✌ 👎 ✌ 🕆 👎📬" (IF IT WILL HELP YOU TO KNOW I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY, THEN I SHALL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT MYSELF AS WE CONTINUE THESE INTERACTIONS. BUT I DO HOPE YOU ARE MORE CAUTIOUS WITH WHOM YOU CHOOSE TO LOWER YOUR GUARD AROUND.)
There's this look on his face. I can't quite place it but it feels something like worry. I nod my head.
"I understand. Heh...Funny. Sans told me something like that when we first talked."
"💧🏱 ✌😐✋ 💣✡ 👌 ❄ 💧📬 ❄ 💣 ✋✞ ✡ 🕆 💣 🏱✋ 👍 ✌👎✞✋👍 📬📬📬" (SPEAKING OF MY BROTHERS. LET ME GIVE YOU ONE MORE PIECE OF ADVICE...)
I expect a warning. I expect the kind of protectiveness a father tells a boy that seeks his daughter. What I don't expect was his face to distort and this suffocating red aura to swallow everything around him.
"✋ ✡ 🕆 ✞ 🕆 ❄ 💣✡ ✌💣✋ ✡ ✋ ✌ ✡ 🕈✌✡📪 💧 ✌🏱 📪 💣📬📬📬✋ 🕈✋ ❄ 💧✋❄✌❄ ❄ 👌 ✌😐 ✡ 🕆 👎 🕈 📪 ✌❄ 💣 👌✡ ✌❄ 💣📪 ✌ 👎 ✌💧 ✡ 🕆 💣 ✠✋💧❄ 👍 ✋ ❄ ✋💧 ✌ 👎 ✌ ✌ ✋❄✋ 💧📬📬📬👎 ✋ 💣✌😐 💣✡💧 👍 ✌ 📪 🕆💣✌ ✍✏"(IF YOU EVER HURT MY FAMILY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM...I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BREAK YOU DOWN, ATOM BY ATOM, AND ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE IN THIS AND ALL REALITIES...DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, HUMAN?!)
I open my mouth to utter the first real scream in my entire life but no sound escapes me, there's only the terrified look of horror on my face. That look seems sufficient enough to give him an answer and he reverts to his normal professionalism.
" 👎📬 ✋🕯💣 ✌👎 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✌ ✌💧 ✌👌 👍 ✌❄🕆 📬 🖂✌ 💣🖂 👎 ✋✞ 💣✡ ✌ ✋ 👌 ✌✞✋ 📬 ✋❄ 🕈✌💧 🕆 👌 👍 💣✋ 💣 📬 🕆💧❄ 💣 💣👌 🕈 ✌❄ ✋ 💧✌✋👎📬" (GOOD. I'M GLAD YOU ARE A REASONABLE CREATURE. *AHEM* DO FORGIVE MY EARLIER BEHAVIOR. IT WAS UNBECOMING OF ME. JUST REMEMBER WHAT I SAID.)
He pats my head and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I pass out from all this insanity.
[Meawhile: In Snowdin Town]
Another hard day's work for the skeleton brothers. As like most days, no humans entered their territory. Aside from his normal watching duties, Papyrus had Sans stop by the house every hour to check on the human. Which after finding her at Grillby's halfway into the day and bringing her back to the house, she hadn't moved from the couch where she crashed. In fact, the only change he noticed since then was that the flower had placed the blanket it was hiding under on her, but nothing else. So when the time came, they clocked out and headed home for an evening meal before resting up to take on another day.
"SHE BETTER HAVE COMPLETED ALL HER CHORES."
"i'm sure she has, boss."
"I MEAN IT. IF SHE'S SLACKED OFF THEN I'M BREAKING SOMETHING."
"a bit much, don't ya think?"
"FINE. *HUFF* I SWEAR, THIS WHOLE 'DO NOT HIT HER' THING IS HARDER THAN I FIRST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE."
"goes to show that not everything can be solved by hitting it."
"*SCOFF* I BEG TO DIFFER."
Arriving at their home, the door is unlocked and they enter. The house smells clean and isn't on fire, so that's a good sign. On the couch, the human slumbers and above her in the windowsill the flower watches her with a concerned look. Papyrus gives the scene one look before ignoring it to see if there's any food waiting in the oven. Sans, on the other hand, knowing that she hasn't budged an inch in hours, approaches curiously.
"yo, weed. what's up with her?"
Flowey glares at the weed comment.
"This happens sometimes. I don't know why and she doesn't tell me either. But something happens when she sleeps."
Sans cocks his head to the side.
"oh yeah? like what?"
Flowey gets quiet and it gets his attention.
"uh...you gonna answer me or what?"
Flowey looks uncomfortable.
"Sometimes..."
"yes?"
"Sometimes she..."
Before Flowey can finish, the human bolts upright and gasps for breath. This scares the shit out of Sans who ends up falling back on his butt while she tries to relax her rapid breathing.
"Yeah...Sometimes this happens."
Sans growls in annoyance until he actually gets a look at her. She's pale as a ghost, covered in a cold sweat, slightly hyperventilating, shaking, her eyes wide open and dilated. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was in shock.
"kiddo?"
She's like a statue. Well, a statue that's shaking like a leaf and breathing just as bad.
"lynsie?"
That brings life to her as her pupils retract to tiny dots.
"hey, are you..."
"HUMAN!"
Papyrus shouts and she leaps off the couch...only to get tripped up in the blanket a couple time.
"GET IN HERE NOW!"
She stumbles her way into the kitchen and for a moment Sans wondered if this was the same girl he's been dealing with. Because right now, she resembled a frightened puppy hoping not to get kicked into its kennel.
"EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IT IS I'M LOOKING AT."
His curiosity having been tempted, Sans sneaks his way silently over to the kitchen's doorway and peeks in at the scene unfolding. Papyrus is not happy and the human has her head down in submission.
"WELL? TELL ME WHAT THIS IS."
Papyrus points to a glass container filled with some weird brown mass.
"It's meatloaf."
"AND PRAY TELL, WHAT IS THE MAIN INGREDIENTS IN THIS LOAF OF MEAT?"
"Ground beef."
"HOW MUCH?"
"W-What?"
"HOW MUCH?! HOW MUCH DID YOU USE IN THAT SIN YOU'VE SULLIED MY KITCHEN WITH?!"
She seems to shrink under his voice and it has Sans puzzled. Her personality is all wrong. She would stand her ground, not give in. What in the fuck happened?
"T-T-Three pounds."
*SMACK*
She hits the ground and Papyrus is livid.
"THREE POUNDS?! YOU WASTED THREE POUNDS ON THIS TRASH?! IF YOU WEREN'T CONNECTED TO THE QUEEN, YOU'D BE DEAD BY MY HANDS AND THAT SOUL OF YOUR SHATTERED BECAUSE SOMEONE AS STUPID AS YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE ANY POWER TO SET US FREE!"
She lays there for a bit and Sans almost makes the move to jump in to ease some of this tension. But she makes the first move, picking herself partly off the floor.
"Master..."
Master? Don't tell me he's really got her calling him that. Geez, bro, how massive is your ego?
"Forgive me. I wanted to try something new. But with the limitations of what is here and us all agreeing that I can't leave, I can't fetch more food. I tried my best with what I had."
Papyrus's stone cold death glare softens slightly to a less harsh but still harden look of disdain.
"BE THAT AS IT MAY, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY LASAGNAS THAT COULD'VE MADE? IN A SINGLE DISH, YOU'VE SET ME BACK QUITE A BIT. AND THAT IS NOT A SMART THING TO DO."
"I'm sorry, Master. It won't happen again. I shall request your approval in future meal preparations that might interfere with your culinary craftsmanship."
Much to Sans's surprise, she managed to settle Papyrus down with that. Catering to his ego, a very smart move on her part. She's learning how to survive and roll with the punches.
"HMMM...PERHAPS I MISSPOKE. MAYBE YOU'RE NOT NEARLY AS STUPID AS YOU MAKE YOURSELF OUT TO BE."
Papyrus takes a few steps closer to her and stops when she doesn't make a move.
"HUMAN..."
She looks up at him.
"TAKE THAT JACKET OFF. IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU."
She merely nods before slipping out of Sans's old jacket.
"GOOD..."
He takes it from her.
"NOW GET UP. AS MUCH AS THAT THING YOU CALL A DISH OFFENDS ME, I DO EXPECT SOMETHING TO EAT. BRING MY PLATE TO MY ROOM ONCE YOU'VE TAKEN THE CORRECT STEPS IN FIXING IT TO MY LIKING."
She picks herself up and he leaves her, exiting the kitchen to shove the jacket at the apparently not so stealthy brother.
"THIS IS WHAT I MEANT ABOUT BEING SOFT ON HER. YOU GIVE HER AN INCH AND SHE'LL THINK SHE CAN DO AS SHE PLEASES."
Sans sneers.
"you said you'd try not to hit her."
"I DID TRY. I ONLY USED 5% OF THE POWER I WANTED TO HIT HER WITH."
Sans's annoyed look got stronger.
"WHAT? I AT LEAST DIDN'T BUST HER LIP OR BREAK HER NOSE."
Sans's look increases.
"I'M NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING THAT MAKES ME LOOK GOOD TO YOU, I AM?"
"no, bro. just no."
Papyrus sighs through his nasal hole loudly
"WHATEVER. I'LL BE IN MY ROOM. SEE TO IT SHE DOESN'T FUCK UP ANY MORE."
Papyrus walks pass his brother with little care and Sans mutters curses under his breath as he now enters the kitchen. To no surprise, the girl is setting out plates and still visibly shaken. He sighs.
"hey...try not to take what pap said or did too seriously. he just lacks the skills needed to not come off as a total prick."
She doesn't say anything. She merely goes about fixing a quick side-dish to compliment the main course.
"come on, kiddo, lighten up. this ain't the first time pap roughed ya up. and it certainly won't be the last. why not look at it this way...ya took the hit like a champ. that's something to be proud of."
She stops.
"Sans...I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do. But can we not talk for a bit. Please?"
She didn't even sound the same. Something must have really gotten to her. Oh, the choices. On the one hand, part of him knew it was better to leave her alone. Yet, on the other hand, he wanted to make her suffer for leaving. What to do, what to do? Being the clever schmuck he is, Sans picked both options. Here's hoping she got so mashed she doesn't remember anything.
"yeah, okay. we'll talk later."
She appears to relax a little and returns to her work.
"Thank you."
"no problem. what are pals for?"
He turns on his heel then starts to leave, but pauses and looks her way.
"oh! before i forget..."
This gets her attention and he smirks mischievously.
"thanks for the fun at grillby's. i had a really great time."
He gives her a teasing wink before walking away and he swears that he can hear the gears turning in her head.
"...What the hell does that mean?!"
A quick shortcut away to his room prevents her from questioning further and allows him to let out the laughter a successful mind fuck gives. That'll teach her. See Pap? You don't have to hit her to make a point. Mind games are just as effective and even more enjoyable than violence. This is the good shit.
I can hear the laughter in the room above me and I growl in annoyance. God damn you, Sans. I have no idea if he's just messing with me or if something really happened at Grillby's. Argh! These skeletons! They will be the death of me! No, calm down. I need to relax and get my head together. I can grill Sans later when I force his supper down his...wait...How the fuck do skeletons eat?! Why am I only realizing this now? They have no tongue, throat, stomach, or anything else one would need to take in foodstuff. So how the hell do they do this?
"Lynsie? You okay in there?"
Flowey's voice derails this crazy train of thought.
"Yeah, bro. I'm fine. I'll bring you your plate in a sec."
I finish all this food mess and quickly bring him to the table where his share awaits.
"So you're really okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Because you freaked out a lot worse than your past nightmares."
"I told you, I don't get nightmares."
"Yeah, and I'm still not buying it."
"And again, I don't care if you do. But thanks for being concerned."
"You're welcomed. Thank you for dinner."
"Of course."
"When did you even make this?"
"Did it way earlier and had it on a slow cook so it would be done by the time they got home."
"Smart."
"I try."
"Try more."
"...Eat your damn loaf, flower-boy."
I return to the kitchen and get Papyrus's plate before heading up the stairs to his room.
[Knock, knock]
"ENTER, HUMAN."
I open the door and see he has his attention in one of those books they brought home the other day.
"PUT IT ON THE TABLE."
I do as told.
"If you want, I can get you some milk or water to drink."
The second he sees that the plate has touched down on the table, he moves quickly and the next thing I know is my back is slammed against a wall while his hand is over my mouth, pinning me in place. I'm confused by this sudden attack but the angry look he has tells me I'll know why soon enough.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO CLEVER, DON'T YOU? DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?"
Unable to speak I merely tilt my head in puzzlement.
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! I KNOW YOU'VE LEFT THIS HOUSE. YOU CAN'T EVEN DENY IT. YOUR STATS ARE DIFFERENT AND YOU ARE WEARING SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE. SOMETHING I KNOW I'VE SEEN BEFORE IN THAT RABBIT BITCH'S SHOP."
Ah shit. He just had to be a smart guy. Okay, think. Don't panic and play to his nature. Be a good girl.
"WHAT? WHAT IS WITH THAT LOOK?"
He lowers me down enough for me to stand on my own and moves his hand to my neck, at least allowing me to plead my case.
"SPEAK, HUMAN."
Keep calm. Just mix some truth with a bit of lies. It'll sound believable that way.
"I can not lie, Papyrus. I admit it. I did leave the house."
His harsh eyes narrow in a glare that spells death unless I say something to explain my clearly wrong behavior.
"You're probably wondering why."
"I'M WONDERING WHY I SHOULDN'T RIP YOUR STILL BEATING HEART OUT AND SMASH IT INTO YOUR EYES."
"Look, I'm sorry. After I did all the chores, I got bored and curious. I wanted to see what neighborhood was worthy of my Master's greatness. So I went out to have a look, in disguise of course, and no one suspected a thing. Hell, most thought I was a dude. The only one to see through my ruse was Grillby. I gotta say, for a guy made of magic fire he's one cool dude. No pun intended."
He remains silent and brooding in a judging way.
"To be honest, I thought you already knew and that's why you were so pissed."
That gets him.
"NO. I HAD NO CLUE. WHY WOULD YOU THINK I'D HAD KNOWN?"
Payback is a hard bitch, Sans. You mess with me, I mess with you.
"Because Sans knew."
His sockets widen.
"HE WHAT?"
His grip on my neck tightens and I hiss at the rather sharp pain the pressure causes.
"YOU LYING CUNT! IF MY BROTHER KNEW YOU HAD LEFT THE HOUSE, HE WOULD'VE REPORTED IT TO ME! DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL? DO YOU REALLY THINK HE'D LIE TO ME TO PROTECT YOU? EVEN IF YOU ARE THE QUEEN'S LITTLE FOSTER CHILD, YOU ARE STILL JUST A PATHETIC HUMAN. YOU ARE NOT WORTH RISKING HIS LIFE OVER."
The pain is getting worse. I try prying his hand off but he's too damn strong. All I can do is wince.
"COME NOW, I'M BARELY SQUEEZING. YOU ACT AS IF..."
He seems to put two and two together while I'm still on the side of confusion. He lets me go and moves the bandanna to expose my neck. I can't see what he sees, but if the look in his eyes tells me anything, I'd say he sees something I'd rather not see.
"HMMM..."
"What? What is it? Is there something wrong?"
"TELL ME, HUMAN...WHEN GRILLBY FOUND YOU OUT, DID HE HAVE YOU STAY IN HIS BAR?"
"Yeah. He said Sans would find me there sooner or later."
"AND DID YOU CONSUME ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HAVE HAD ALCOHOL IN IT?"
I'm starting to not like this line of questioning.
"Yes? He recommended a booze burger."
He sighs and now I'm getting nervous.
"YOU PROBABLY HAVE NO MEMORY AFTER A CERTAIN POINT IN TIME, RIGHT?"
"Dude, you're starting to freak me out here."
He just grins at me.
"Why are you smiling like that? Papyrus? Tell me!"
He shoves me back against the wall and laughs.
"NOW I SEE WHY SANS DIDN'T TELL ME. THERE WASN'T ANY NEED TO. HE ALREADY HAD THE PLEASURE OF PUNISHING YOU HIMSELF."
What the fuck does that mean?! Wait, so Sans's tease wasn't a tease? Did something really happen at Grillby's? Is Papyrus just being a huge asshole and messing with my head? I need answers damn it!
"YOU MAY GO NOW, HUMAN. BUT KNOW THIS...THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT YOU STAY UNDER THIS ROOF. DISOBEDIENCE IS NOT ACCEPTABLE AND PRIVILEGES WILL BE TAKEN AWAY BECAUSE OF IT."
I rub my sore neck and grimace at the thought of what else he's planning on not allowing me for this.
"I understand. I did wrong and deserve this. It won't happen again."
"OF COURSE IT WON'T. YOU'LL BE RESTRAINED WHEN WE GO OUT NEXT TIME."
Oh, that's just peachy. Not like that really worked last time, but it was super annoying.
"Understood."
I slowly take my leave.
"Good night, Papyrus."
I almost make it out of the room when he blocks the way.
"AREN'T YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?"
I shake my head with a smirk.
"You enjoy me saying it too much."
His grin is amusing.
"WHAT CAN I SAY? HEARING THE SUBJUGATION OF A LESSER CREATURE PLEASES ME. NOW...SAY IT."
Maybe if I stroke his ego enough it'll take some of the marks off my naughty list. It's worth a shot.
"Yes, Master Papyrus. A thousand apologies, Master Papyrus. Forgive me, Master Papyrus. I am but a lowly human and utterly unfit to bask or even gaze upon your godly visage, Master Papyrus. Oh! To what ends must I do to once more gain the favor of my lord, Master Papyrus? How doth this foolish mortal woman redeem herself in yon glorious eyes, oh great and terrible, Master Papyrus? I beg thee! Pity me, oh marvelous skeletal lord of edge, I am not worthy of you."
I am such a ham when the mood strikes. What started out normal became a big dramatic display the likes of which you'd see being mocked in cheesy movies where teenagers do a high school play. I half expect tomatoes to be thrown at me while those two old muppets mock me from an unseen balcony. Yet he further exceeds my surprise by not only laughing at my childishness, but I can't help noticing the red coloring that is starting to show on his cheekbones. Really brings some much-needed kindness to that grumpy face of his. But the moment doesn't last long and he tappers into lite chuckling.
"YOU...YOU CAN BE QUITE THE KISS ASS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE."
I get out of my little finishing pose and smile.
"Maybe. But did you enjoy that?"
Remember when I said the blush made him look kind? Yeah, that look is gone now. With the look he gives me now, that blush makes him look downright creepy. Like, this is the face of a sexual predator.
"DID I ENJOY YOUR LITTLE SHOW? HMMM...HOW DO I PUT THIS?"
He grabs my chin and forces me to make rather uncomfortable eye contact with him.
"YOU'VE MADE ME QUITE PLEASED."
This feels so awkward.
"IT MAKES ME WONDER...IF YOU'RE CAPABLE OF SUCH PLEASANTRIES, IN WHAT OTHER WAYS ARE YOU ABLE TO PLEASE ME?"
It doesn't take much to trigger my imagination and filthy mind into overthinking what he could possibly have meant by those words. So like any sane woman that's already unsure of what men have done to her due to drunken memory loss, I jerk away from him and nervously get the fuck out of his room to rush my ass downstairs.
"*quickly* Okay, thank you, have a good night Papyrus!"
I hear a small snicker followed by the closing of his door and I take a few minutes to calm down. Normally, had a human guy been like that with me, that would've gone down much differently. Hell, I fought off three guys when that shit happened in middle school. Bastards thought the sickly looking girl in her grandma's sweater was a weak easy mark. Proved those fuckers wrong real fast. But those were humans. These are monsters. And I've finally faced the facts that they are a hell of a lot stronger than humans. If they wanted to...If the intent is there...They could do anything to me and no amount of fight in me would make a difference. I'd get a good couple of hits in but that's it. It wouldn't matter. Compared to them, I'm as weak as a newly hatched bird that fell out of its nest and down a mountain. Wait...God damn it! That is exactly how it is! Mother fucking life! Quit being so piss poor to me! I already hate myself! You don't have to add to it!
I sigh to get all this emo steam out of my system. I have to stop doing this. Building all this negativity up. It's not good or me and very unhealthy. I have to be more positive. Think happy thoughts. Because when life gives you lemons, flip off life and find someone who'll exchange lemons for strawberries. Mmmm...I could so go for some strawberry milk right now. Maybe Grillby has some. I'll have to ask him or Sans about that. Speaking of the smiling butt-munch...I should give him his food before it gets cold. Scooping up his plate of goodies, I head back upstairs and creep quietly pasts Papyrus's room. Lord knows I don't want his attention anymore this evening. Looking over the railing, I see Flowey's the first to sleep unless Sans beat him to it. I need to get his plate before I try to rest. I make it to Sans's door, the strange flames that burn beneath it have intrigued me since I first set my eyes on them. What makes them and to what purpose do they serve? Either way, even if I don't get an answer to those questions, I can still get the chance of seeing inside Sans's room. If Papyrus's room is anything to go off of, then his brother's is bound to be just as cool. Here's hoping he's still awake.
[Knock, knock]
"*muffled* who's there?"
Really? Are we really doing this?
"Room service."
"*muffled* room service who?"
"Yeah, can I get the house special and a wake-up call for nine? Maybe have it brought up by that sexy bellhop at the front door."
The door opens and he's giggling with confusion on his face.
"hehe...what the hell kind of knock-knock joke was that?"
"The kind you get when I couldn't think of anything."
I offer the dish.
"May I come in?"
He eyes me a moment before taking it.
"sure. we need to talk anyway. bet ya got loads of questions and junk."
He opens the door more and I step in. Instantaneously I'm hit with a smell. Since cleaning, the house has had this pine tree smell to it and Papyrus keeps his room so clean it doesn't even have a scent at all. But Sans's room...It's like...I'm not sure if I can describe the smell. Not bad, just...lived in maybe? It's strangely familiar to me for some reason. The room itself just feels comfortable despite its disheveled appearance. Sans's room is messy, containing a somehow self-sustaining twister of random trash, a dusty unused exercise bike, a dirty sock pile, a worn mattress with sheets ripped up in a weird wrinkly bundle, an uncovered pillow that is on the floor, what looks like some mail, a lava lamp with a flashlight stuck in the bulb socket, and a decently sized chest of drawers from which the lamp sits. There's also a window over his bed, a closet off to my left once you enter, and the thick carpet is done in wavy lines of red and yellow.
"yeah, the place ain't fancy or anything, but it'll grow on ya. i mean that figuratively yet sometimes literally."
Sans seems more relaxed as he goes over to his bed to eat. He looks very much the same but minus the jacket he regularly sports and nothing is on his feet apart from some black slippers.
"They say a man's home is his castle. And by the looks of it, you are a very relaxed king."
"eh, i try. so...what's on your mind?"
I shut the door to be safe in case Papyrus were to pass by and hear anything odd.
"Okay, let's just tear the band-aid off now. What the hell happened at Grillby's?"
He chuckles knowingly as he eats.
"don't remember a thing, do ya? that's a shame. you were quite the good-time gal by the time i showed up."
"Come on, dude. Be real with me right now. I am not in the right state of mind to deal with teasing."
He takes a moment to chew the mouthful he has before responding.
"if you're wondering if ya did anything stupid, no. we did nothing but make jokes. now if you did anything with grillby before i got there, you'd have to ask him because he didn't say he did when i got him talking."
I sigh and palm my face.
"but grillby ain't a douche. i've known the guy for a good chunk of my life and i will bet gold on him doing nothing to ya while you were fucked up."
"I'm going to choose to take your word on that. I honestly don't remember much of our time together, but the dude seemed pretty cool. Against my better judgment, I'd probably hang out with him again if the chance were given. Though I wouldn't request that burger again."
"i doubt you'll get the chance."
"Yeah."
I move a little closer and lay on the floor while my head rests on the mattress. I don't want to be weird by sitting on his bed.
"Papyrus said I'm to be restrained when you guys leave tomorrow."
"heh... a lot of good that'll do. you'll just escape again."
"That's what I was thinking."
There's a pause as he eats.
"so...maybe you can answer a couple of questions for me too while we're at it."
"Sure. Why not?"
"do you remember me bringing you back here?"
"Nope. But based on what Grillby said, about you being his most common barfly and that you show up a lot, I kinda figured you did."
"yeah. the bar is like a second home to me."
"I can see why. It's so warm there. Felt...I don't know...Safe?"
"that's the reason he'll never go out of business. ya don't feel that way in many places down here."
"True. And he's a nice guy. That helps too."
"yeah."
I think for a moment about what I want to ask next.
"by the way...who is chara?"
Well, that came out of left field.
"What brought that up?"
"you told grillby that chara was the one that spotted me watching you."
"Oh yeah...So?"
"how do you know chara?"
"How do you know Chara?"
"i asked ya first."
"He's my dead bro that talks to me in my head."
"don't bullshit me."
"Do you really think I'd say something that crazy if I didn't mean it? Hell, you're not even the first person to ask me that same question today."
"who else asked you about chara?"
"Your brother."
"pap? that don't make much sense."
"I didn't say it was Papyrus."
That got his attention in a big way.
"what?"
I look up at the ceiling.
"Sans...Do you know who Gaster is?"
There's a thud sound as he drops his plate and what little remained of his dinner.
"h-how...how do you know that name?"
I look over at him. Shock and maybe a small tinge of fright make up his expression.
"I get the feeling we've got a lot of talking to do."
"yeah. yeah, we do."
He looks really serious until he looks at the mess.
"but first...mind cleaning that up for me?"
I snicker.
"Was wondering if you were gonna ask me that or not. Really hoping you weren't."
"if it makes ya feel any better, it wasn't as bad as what pap was making it out to be."
"Thanks."
I pick up most of it with my hands and get ready to take the remnants with me.
"while you're down there, would you mind bringing back a thing of mustard?"
I look at him funny.
"Mustard?"
He rolls his shoulders.
"we've all got our vices. mine happens to be a tangy condiment. got a problem with that?"
"Really? Any particular type you prefer?"
"not really. it all depends on my mood. if i wanna treat myself, i enjoy a nice dijon. if it's been a shitty day, i'll have a beer or spirited mustard. and if i'm in a pissy mood, i'll punish myself with the hot pepper stuff. but mostly i just drink the classic yellow kind."
Wow, he wasn't joking.
"Okay...Be right back with your 'drink'."
I take the dish with me out of the room and back downstairs, collecting Flowey's along the way. I do a spot of speed cleaning before putting dinner away, I'm not eating tonight. I have no appetite at the moment. But a drink is never something I turn down. I fix me up a little something, grab his mustard and napkins, then get my butt back up the stairs to his room. I find him still on his mattress only now he's apparently playing a game of solitaire with an old beat up deck of cards.
"Got bored? I was gone maybe two minutes."
He hardly bothers with glancing at me.
"it helps me relax."
I don't like that sound of that. I let him be and place the condiment bottle beside him as I get to cleaning the small stain trying to stay on his floor. I think not, stain! Not on my watch. He starts drinking while I carry on with this maid-like chore.
"what's in the glass?"
I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever notice my own drink.
"This? Got me some milk. Though, kinda wish you boys had stuff to with it is."
"like what?"
"Maybe some strawberry mixing powder/syrup? I'd settle for some chocolate or cookies too."
A small chuckle escapes him.
"heh...women and their sweets."
"I know, it's cliché. But hey, think of it this way. Maybe if I had more sweets then I'd be sweet back."
He scoffs.
"yeah, i can totally see that happening. toss ya a bit of sugar and suddenly you're little miss sunshine? nah, ain't buying it."
"I did say maybe."
With the task of cleaning done, I invade his space. Moving to sit at the foot of the mattress to show that I am here taking this a bit more seriously than most of the normal shit I tend to do. He, in turn, responds by swiping the cards onto the floor in one motion and finally looking at me. His eyes are dark.
"so...seems we each know something that the other wants to know."
"Indeed. We both have stories to tell."
"true. but that implies someone might not be very truthful in the telling of their tale."
"Withholding information is very damaging. Not a very wise move, nor one I intend to make. You?"
"the line between truth and false is blurry. it's up to the listener whether to believe it's fact or fiction."
"Very well...Fact, we have never met before until I left the Ruins. We have never shared any point of our lives with each other or gone into much about our history. So far, to you, is this correct?"
"so far, you are coming up as truthful."
"Then I shouldn't know any of the following...W. D. Gaster was once the Head Scientist to the Royal Family until something happened. Something involving his study of understanding the power of souls."
He gets really quiet. So quiet that the snow falling onto the roof can be heard, snowflake by snowflake.
"lynsie...this is going to be one hell of a long night."
"That it will be, Sans. That it will be."