Papyrus had woken up after a few hours and it took a few minutes to remember where he was. Papers still lay around him and the new language he had come to realize was just his rewritten with different symbols. Once he had realized that, reading the files had become easy. What he read though was not nearly so easy to comprehend. In short order he had come to find out that these were his father's notes, and a smaller stack were his brother's. The ones in Sans's hand were easier to read as both him and Sans used the same characters in their writing.
It seemed that Sans wasn't writing about experiments on others, but rather the effects that experiments were having on him. These correlated with notes that their father wrote concerning things he had put together to test on monsters and eventually, should they ever make the surface, on humans. Occasionally there were notes from their father on Sans's work, mostly derogatory or lines where Sans would make a mention of pain or discontent would be completely crossed out. It seemed that W.D. hadn't cared what Sans was feeling, but more of what the end result was.
This was more and more apparent as Papyrus read further, notes on other patients telling of impatience when dealing with other monster captives who similarly complained of pain during experimentation. W.D. had no time for any of them, just the results, many of which lead to Dusting. Suddenly the stains and piles he had seen in the units when he had first come down here made so much more sense. Those had been monsters or captured humans. He was nearly sick multiple times as he read of his father's work.
Then, just as he was about to quit and leave, not wanting to read anymore, he saw his own name at the edge of a folder. It was written in another hand, not his brother or father's. The writing looped and curved beautifully. Afraid but curious, Papyrus held the folder and just stared at his name in the new script. Who had written this file and what had been done to him without his memory of it? He was afraid to find out.
After several minutes of staring at the blank manila folder, Papyrus took a breath and opened it. There he found hand drawn pictures of himself as a baby as well as echo-sounds of when he had still been developing. The notes were of his progress as he developed within his mother's magic and then detailing his frailty when first born. The notes were from his mother and she mentioned her fears concerning his ability to survive. From what she wrote and the notes his father had on what he had done to her, Papyrus knew she couldn't have been very strong by this point. These notes did not have his father's writing present anywhere, but Papyrus could see watermarks along the edges or spots in the paper. They held traces of Sans's magic and a few held barely detectable traces of another magic he didn't recognize.
She sounded like a gentle monster, one who loved and feared for both her sons. The way she spoke about their father though. It certainly didn't sound like they loved each other. At least, not when she had written this. Based on all the previous notes, Papyrus had to believe that W.D. had never seen this particular folder or it likely would have been destroyed. He didn't sound like someone who liked sentimentality.
Now more than ever, Papyrus wanted to talk to Sans. To ask him about what their parents were really like. Having read and seen a small part of these hidden labs, he could understand why Sans would hide their secrets from him. He couldn't say that he understood lying about it all, but not telling the truth he certainly could. If Sans had told him the truth, Papyrus didn't think he would have been able to sleep at night. He needed to apologize to Sans as soon as he could, but he had no idea how to even find him. Turning to leave, Papyrus thought about taking the folder with his name, but shook his head. The secret of what his father had done should remain hidden, for now at the very least. Maybe after he talked to Sans, maybe then they could talk about bringing the truth to light. For now though, it could stay hidden here where only they could access it.
Setting the folder down, Papyrus made his way back to the elevator, doing his best to not look at any of the empty, stained cells. He didn't want to see when he knew now what he was looking at. When he reached the elevator, he quickly punched to call button and the doors immediately opened, letting him in. He placed his hand on the panel above the buttons again and quickly sat down as the melodic voice rang through, bidding his father farewell and asking him to please not work so hard. Who spoke on that intercom? Was that his mother or some secretary who knew nothing of the horrors below the Underground? Another question for his brother.
It was a few hours later when Flug felt Sans stir. He sat down his device he had been working on kissing Sans's skull. "How was your nap?"
"Hmm pretty good. The best part was waking up to you though." Sans tilted his skull and caught Flug's neck, bringing him down for another, deeper, but still sleepy kiss.
Humming happily Flug enjoy the slow kiss nipping at Sans's teeth lightly.
Chuckling, Sans let Flug go and sat up. "So what time is it now?" Sans yawned and rubbed a socket. Looking around the room he was reminded of the fact that he still didn't have any clothes.
"Almost dinner time… You still have time to go if you're worried." Flug had to contain his hope Sans would put off the trip to tomorrow or better yet a week or month from now.
"I can wait until tomorrow if you don't mind lending me some more clothes. It's probably best if I go in the morning anyway so I can pack up all my stuff." Sans rubbed a hand over the back of his skull not able to meet Flug's eyes. He could feel the tension in the air and knew how hard this had to be for Flug. He wished that everybody could understand, but this was apparently how things were going to be for now. Hopefully it would be fixed soon. "Are you okay hun?"
Nodding Flug thought before commenting. "I'm fine. We can ask Black Hat about the trip tomorrow and make sure he is fine with going with you. Do you want to order some take out? Or do you want another grilled ham and cheese?"
"Actually, if you are up for it, I was thinking we could go out together?" Sans picked at the sheets. Sure he didn't have anything that fit right, but he never had any trouble at Grillby's and he hadn't gotten to show off his new boyfriend yet.
Smiling Flug nodded happiness shining through their bond. "Yeah, that would be nice."
"Heh, about time you smiled." Sans laughed, punching the air. "Get me some clothes and I'll get cleaned up. You're gonna love this place." He slipped off the bed and swatted Flug's ass in passing.
Squeaking Flug stuck out his tongue hunting for smaller clothes finding some shorts and a sweater that got shrunk. "These work?"
Looking at the offered articles while he brushed his teeth, Sans nodded. The sweater would still be too big, but at least he might not need a belt for the shorts. Sticking out his tongue, he scrubbed that as well.
Nodding Flug set them to the side and got a pair of pants and an airplane shirt for himself. Slipping on boxers he got dressed, going to the sink and brushed his teeth as well. "Where are we going?"
"Remember where we first met?" Sans asked after spitting out the foam and scraping off the excess paste from his tongue with his teeth. That stuff always left a nasty taste in his mouth, but at least it kept it from tasting like old, stale magic.
Blinking Flug racked his brain for the place. Spitting out foam Flug asked "Um the Grilled Bees place?"
Sans had been sitting down and lost it entirely, hitting the floor laughing. He had forgotten Flug's name for the place. He laughed so hard that he started crying as he curled up and was wheezing. "Oh stars. Oh fucking...too good. Oh my stars. Fucking...bees!" Between breaths he couldn't stop laughing.
Blushing Flug fidgeted with his shirt. "Why are you laughing? Isn't that what it's called?"
Shaking his head and still crying and laughing, Sans managed to get out, "Naw, it's Grillby's cause Grillby owns the place. Oh my stars, you're priceless. Grilled Bees~" Sans continued to laugh, but started to be able to function again, wiping his face and grabbing the sweatshirt and pulling it on, followed by the shorts.
Blushing and covering his face in embarrassment he gave a small groan. Flug snatched a paper bag from his nightstand draw and shoved it over his head. How could he have messed up so bad? He could have called the man himself by the wrong name!
When Sans saw Flug grab the bag he quickly stopped laughing. "Love? Are-are you okay? I'm sorry I laughed." He could feel the anxiety and discomfort rolling off Flug like a poisonous wave.
Fidgeting Flug gave a small nod focusing on tying his shoes than responding. Flug breathed in the comforting scent of paper calming his anxiety. "I'm… It's fine. I'm fine."
Biting at his teeth then going over to his boyfriend, Sans put a hand on his leg. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have laughed and should have corrected you the first time we went. I'm sorry. We don't have to go out if you don't want to."
Jolting Flug shook his head almost frantically "No-no I want to go! I want to go…" We haven't went anywhere before. Flug frowned he is ruining everything.
"Are you sure love? I…" Sans stopped. He didn't want to cause more distress or annoy Flug with his constant nagging, but in the same token, he was worried about him. It had been over a month since he had worn a bag around him. Heck, since they'd been together, Flug had never once needed the bag in his presence. It made him feel isolated and cut off. "Let's just go then." He sighed, defeated. There was nothing he could say without possibly causing a fight. Lately it seemed all they did was fight when they tried to talk. He was tired of the fighting. He just wanted Flug happy.
Hesitant Flug asked "Will you hold my hand?" He felt like he had disappointed Sans with wearing his bag, but… Biting his lip, he thought of all the people that would be there and could help but cling to the comfort item.
"'Course love. Anything for you." Sans offered his hand and couldn't help being reminded again of the difference between them. A human and a skeleton. Unnatural by humanity's standards and frowned upon by the majority of monster kind. Remembering that tidbit, Sans hesitated. If he took Flug to Grillby's, they would inevitably run into some opposition and if Flug was already putting up walls, maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
Smiling Flug squeezed Sans's hand sending him a small grateful Thank you. "I-I'm kinda nervous in meeting all your friends. You sure you want me to come? I-I don't want to be an embarrassment to you. It probably doesn't look good to have a bag-headed boyfriend." Flug frowned biting his lip. He wanted to keep his bag on so badly but he needed to take it off for Sans...
"It ain't the bag I'm worried about. It's the boy, the friend, the boyfriend, and the species all in one. The bag is the least of my worries. Amongst our own, appearance doesn't really matter, but the majority of us are not really fond of humanity if you get my meaning." Sans reaffirmed his grip a few times in Flug's own. He could feel Flug relaxing a bit, but he doubted his words would help much and he was nervous as all heck now.
Frowning Flug's shoulders slumped "Oh… Wait... Isn't um Grillby's up here on that surface. Do humans not go in there to eat?"
"Not the smart ones." Sans sighed. "Grillby is even older than I am and remembers when there was peace between humans and monsters. He hopes to eventually generate that kind of comrandere by setting up on the surface."
"You had me meet you there! You're saying I could have been in trouble?! Saaaaans…" Flug sighed flopping onto the bed. "Let's just stay home if it's gonna be trouble. Maybe Black Hat and Fell will double date with us sometime and we can go to Grillby's."
Shoulders slumping, Sans sat on the floor with his back against the bed's frame. "I didn't know you then and figured if you couldn't handle a bar of monsters or got torn apart, it was no skin off my back and I could just have a drink and watch the massacre of another human." He ignored the suggestion of Black Hat and Fell. Fell hated the bar even more than Papyrus did. It would never happen.
Flug gave a chuckled shaking his head. "I would be surprised but I know what you've went through. Maybe later we can visit your friends. Um the ones that were different in liking people like us?"
"You sure? They can be a bit intense." Even as he said it, he was warming up to the idea. That was a great idea. If anybody could accept something different, it would be the scientist and her small crew.
Laughing Flug peeked down at Sans "Um love have you met our boss?"
"I think the one might just make him do a double take." Sans laughed as he imagined Undyne and Black Hat in the same room.
Flug grinned "Sounds like a fun group. You want to try to meet with them tonight or get some Grillby's to go?"
"Hmmm, how about both?" Sans asked bouncing his head back and forth.
Blinking Flug laughed nodding "Okay, go get the food I'll message Black Hat for tomorrow morning off. Don't cover mine in ketchup, love."
"What do you want?" Sans laughed at Flug's sudden burst of energy.
"Um what do they have? What do you normally get?"
"You know, burgers, fries, fish, chicken, flowers. The normal stuff." He grabbed the shorts from where the small pile had been and pulled them on and fished around for his sneakers before realizing he still didn't have those either. "Shit."
"Oh a burger and fries." Looking up Flug tilted his head "What's wrong?"
"No shoes. I don't think Grillby has a policy on those, so I should be fine. I just normally don't go out without something on my feet." He looked down at his feet. More than his hands, his feet really seemed to freak people out. He didn't get why, but they caused more problems than anything, so he normally kept slippers or sneakers on to avoid the fuss.
Frowning Flug looked into his closet pulling out a box. "Here see if these fit. They were a Christmas gift from Demencia so they are a lot more… Excitable? I don't ever wear them." They were neon green sneakers with rainbow snakes on them. Still had the tag on them.
"Think they're bright enough?" Sans laughed, pretending to shield his eyes even as he accepted them with his other hand.
"As I said, a lot more excitable than I would choose for shoes. Truthfully, this one was one of the better gifts. I can't look at frogs the same." Flug shivered from past horrors.
"Frogs?" Sans looked over at Flug, curious about that story.
Shivering Flug nodded "She decided to make me a Flug by glueing and sewing a frog and a slug together. It was a horror even I didn't wish to see."
"But wouldn't that be a frug? She would have done better with a fly and a slug. Not that they would look anything like you." Sans snorted.
Shivering Flug shook his head. "Please don't give her any more ideas just thinking about it makes me feel sick."
"No worries. I'm not much for insects anyway. Now go talk to Blacky!" Sans shooed him off and began casting around for a phone to place their order. He really wanted to avoid those bright shoes if he could. It would destroy his reputation and he might get mistaken for another skeleton with a completely different rep.
Chuckling Flug nodded and began making his way out to Black Hat's office. Knocking on the door he opened it seeing Black Hat at his desk.
"Ah Flug, what do you want? I see Sans is up and moving." Black Hat's grin grew wicked hinting at their recent activities.
Blushing Flug nodded "Yes, to celebrate we are going out. I wanted to ask for tomorrow morning off and request a favor."
Black Hat hummed writing on some papers. "And what is this favor?"
"I asked Sans to take you when he goes to get his things and see his brother. I can not trust myself not to cause a fight and I don't trust HIM not to try to hurt Sans. I need you to protect him."
Growling Black Hat snapped his pen "Why does he wish to see that creature? He hurt what is mine I've only refrain from destroying him due to Sans's request…" Black Hat gave an irritated huff "I will go."
Smiling Flug nodded "Thank you." Making his way back to their room Flug felt lighter knowing that Black Hat would care for Sans.
While Flug was gone, Sans had teleported to the kitchen in search of a phone. Finding 5.0.5., he asked if the bear knew where he might find one. He was trying to suppress his rising aggravation at not having anything of his own. No phone, no clothes, no home. It was getting on his nerves.
"Aroo?" 5.0.5 tilted his head trying to understand what Sans was asking for. Handing him a package of poptart with a head tilt.
Shaking his head and casting around fruitlessly, Sans nearly gave up when he thought of something. "Ya know what? Here, something like this?" He summoned a bone and quickly reformed it so it looked like a cell phone, then a wall mount landline, then a rotary phone before dismissing it. "Any of those?"
5.0.5 gave an excited noise pushing Sans lightly out of the room and down the hall ending with them in front of Black Hat's office. "Aroo, Aroo!"
The door creaked open and Black Hat called out from his desk. "What is it 5.0.5?"
Sans tried to take a step back. He remembered that he still owed Black Hat for being able to analyze his tentacles and he had been trying to avoid the demon since he still wasn't in perfect shape to endure whatever he may have too. The bear couldn't have known that though.
Arooing happily 5.0.5 gently pushed Sans into the office and to the desk, a phone sat in the corner of the desk. "Aroo!" Pleased with himself he wandered away.
Blinking down at Sans, Black Hat chuckled "Why hello Sans. I didn't expect you here today with Flug coming over and talking for you."
"Uh," looking over his shoulder at the disappearing escape link, Sans slumped. "I may have asked 5.0.5. where I might find a phone since mine is still at home and Flug doesn't want me going back alone." He was still looking at the doors sort of longingly as he finished, but forced himself to look back at Black Hat.
Chuckling Black Hat nodded to the phone. "Yes, I do have one. Flug told me that he wanted me to accompany you to your old place. I promise to protect you while we gather your things."
Sighing and rolling his eyelights, Sans whined. "I don't need protecting. Pap isn't dangerous. He just had a tantrum. He's a child, it happens. Can I use the phone?"
Growling Black Hat shoved Sans into a chair with his tentacles. "I don't think you understand Sans. You are mine. Everyone who lives under this roof is mine. Everyone who works for me is mine. I do not like when people hurt what is mine. I take that as an attack against myself. The only reason he isn't Dust is because you requested him to live. I want that to be clear to you. He is no child. From what Flug told me and from what I understand, that was no 'tantrum'. Whether he meant it or not he tried to kill you. He tried to hurt what is mine. Do you understand."
Smacking a tentacle aside Sans glared daggers up at Black Hat. "You know, I love how everyone just listens to what Flug says and completely ignores my side of the story. I'm the one who took the brunt of his anger. I'm the one who raised him. He's my brother, stars dammit and I think I'd know what he's like! I get you are just as protective and posessive as me, but everyone needs to fucking back off. He is mine!"
"Sans, you haven't been awake to tell your side of the story! You have been in a healing coma." Black Hat dug his claws into his desk growling out.
"And since waking up, I haven't been asked either! Just told what I can and can't do. I'm a grown ass adult too." He matched Black Hat eye for eye. Papyrus wasn't dangerous. He was as soft as they got and when Sans got ahold of him, he would find out where he had picked up those nasty torture techiniques he had imposed on him and beat the tar out of the person responsible.
Black Hat huffed sitting back into his chair steepling his claws. "Fine. Tell me what happened then. Tell your side of the story. Since it could make such a big difference on my opinion."
"Promise you'll actually consider listening and not just blow it off?" Sans growled.
Shrugging Black Hat grinned showing all his teeth. "No… But I will hear your side."
Glaring for a few more seconds, Sans resigned himself to telling. Wasn't like Black Hat was going to let him go anywhere without spilling the beans now. "Well I'm gonna guess Flug is the one that started this whole mess by researching into my and his father's past without telling me. He somehow found some information on my father and decided to ask Papyrus, my brother, about it. I kept my brother in the dark about the truth of our father and the things he did. Told him that our dad was a hero of the Underground, well liked and respected. Somebody to aspire to. It's what everybody else believed anyway. Well, Flug found out the truth and spilled the beans. When I came home and he asked me about it, I couldn't lie when he looked like that. If I did, Flug probably wouldn't be allowed back in the house and Paps was just finally starting to accept him as my boyfriend. I couldn't stand it. So I told him the truth. It broke him I think. He lashed out and I was the one who lied all this time, so he lashed out at me. He's my baby brother, I couldn't fight back. I couldn't hurt him. I must not have been watching him as well as I should have because he apparently learned some real nasty ways of thinking recently which is how he caught me and put me through the ringer. I can't remember much after he caught me, but I do remember he stopped. He stopped and shortly after I remember Flug yelling and then it was so cold. I blacked out shortly after that." Sans didn't notice when the tears started flowing, but he couldn't stop them once they had started. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't tried to hide the truth. If I hadn't tried to make everything seem happy like some sort of fairy tale story, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
Sans was scooped into Black Hat's arms before he could speak another word. "Hush. Your brother couldn't handle the truth." A thin tentacle rubbing away Sans's tears.
"But, but, but if I had told him the truth from the beginning." Sans couldn't even imagine how his brother might have turned out if he had told him the truth. He didn't think that he would still be the happy-go-lucky monster he had grown up as so far. It didn't mesh with their past at all. "I just didn't want him thinking he had to be like Dad." Sans sniffled.
Nodding along with Sans Black Hat cooed. "Hush. You raised him how you thought you should. You shouldn't have had to raise a child. I know how children can take a toll on someone. Having to handle the consequences of their choices and how you raised them. Your father seems to be similar in my own self in raising children… I had to destroy all of mine when they changed for the worst."
"My father was a bastard who only saw us as test subjects. Even our mother was nothing more than a subject. I'd like to think even you are better than that sir." Sans couldn't help with the way he was held to curl into a fetal position, making his smallness much more apparent.
Nodding Black Hat sighed "I knew a skeleton like that. The father to my first eggs, W.D. Gaster. He was a horror like no other. While my villain side could see the appeal he was a horrible father and created monstrosities. I do try to create balance in my evilness. Fell believes our batch of eggs will take far better."
Sans went still, the unending cascade of tears stopping almost instantly. "No. There is no way." Sans quickly started struggling to get out of Black Hat's grasp. Then Black Hat's second statement hit him and he went stiff again. "You and Fell…?"
Tentacles wrapped around Sans tighter so he couldn't run away. "Yes, Fell and I are an item, I thought you knew that by now. Like you and Flug we completed our bond and though Fell wasn't in heat I will still be able to carry at least five eggs."
Sans looked at Black Hat, impressed as he was scared. This thing, this demon, had courted and mated his father. Had born children that were technically Sans's siblings, and apparently killed them all. "How many?"
Tilting his head Black Hat asked "How many what?"
Swallowing hard, not sure if he actually wanted to know, but unable to stop himself from asking. "How many were there? How many of his kids did you kill?"
"All of them. My normal clutch size is 200. If one of my eggs or offspring end up in the wrong hands or even develop wrong I have to destroy them… I had to slaughter most of my children the others were killed by being mine. That clutch was bred wrong. They developed to have an unquenchable hunger and lust. They were killing and fucking half the population to death while multiplying at an alarming rate. I'm evil but I couldn't let the world be destroyed over something I created out of false love…"
Sans was floored. "Two hundred? Fuck…" He was silent for a moment before he looked up to Black Hat confused. "What do you mean, false love?" He was slowly relaxing, letting Black Hat hold him as he spoke of his past.
Black Hat nodded "Yes, false love. I thought I loved Wings, but… After the clutch was hatched I realized he only wanted to experiment on them. I realized that he did not have the same feelings for me as I thought I had for him. The children didn't develop correctly and once I had disposed of them I signed on to help in trapping monster kind underground."
"So you had them not long before we were trapped down there, and you had a hand in putting us down there. I could understand why you'd do it I suppose." Sans dropped his gaze, staring at his patellas. His dad hadn't just used his mom, he had cheated on her too.
Sighing Black Hat nodded, "It was a while before it was actually accomplished, but yes. I Never thought I would find someone again, but then I found Fell."
"If you don't mind me asking, How long ago was it that you broke up with him? He was a bastard, but I want to know… He-he was my father." Sans finally brought the truth to Black Hat.
His eye widened and his monicul cracked. "He-he was your what?!" Tentacles sprouted and mouths forming to gnash and growl. "That bastard hurt you! He-he used you as a test subject! I'm going to go into the void and destroy him!" Black Hat roared his hold on Sans tight and protective.
Seeing Black Hat start to lose his form Sans tried to squirm to get free. He knew that with how tight Black Hat was holding him, he would just end up taking the demon with him if he tried to teleport now. "L-let me go! FLUG!" Sans screamed aloud and telepathically, panicking and kicking out, trying to get free. He was certain Black Hat was going to kill him for his father's folly. Black Hat's words didn't reach him at all over the terror of what he was seeing so close to his newly healed bones.
Jolting Flug ran back to Black Hat's office sensing where Sans was and the fear through their bond. I'm coming!
Black Hat eased his hold on Sans at the fearful tone, but didn't let him go. "I've failed you. I should have destroyed him long ago for harming our children. I won't let you or your brother get hurt any longer. I will protect you. I swear it!"
Sans shivered, sockets tightly shut as he tried to make himself as small as possible. He could feel malice rolling off Black Hat. It was stronger than he had ever felt before and the sheer sin of it all was making him sick. Save me… Sans's voice was weak as he called out to Flug as his mind tried to shut all the horror out. He could feel himself being touched all over, just like when his father used his summoned hand constructs to poke and prod all over his body.
Bursting through the door Flug skidded on the floor. "Let him go!" Looking around Flug spotted Sans in Black Hat's hold and he quickly rushed over taking Sans's skull into his hands. "Let him go. Let him go now Black Hat!"
Jolting at Flug's entrance Black Hat's tentacles hesitantly released Sans into Flug's arms. "I… I'm sorry." His eye wide at Sans's form quickly phasing out of the room.
Sans shook and flinched from every touch. "N-no mm-more."
Nodding Flug gently brought Sans into the next room laying him gently onto Black Hat's bed. "I hope you don't mind us borrowing your bed, Black Hat." Flug spoke to the walls. Once Sans was on the bed Flug released him and took a few steps back sending calming waves through their bond. "You are safe, love. I'm here."
Stalking through the halls rather happy with himself with having annoyed Demenica again by waving his victories with Black Hat over her, Fell stumbled when he felt Black Hat's wrath rip through the mansion. Without a thought he took off toward his location. Just as he got to the office though, the signature disappeared, but he heard Flug moments later going into their shared room. He could feel the karma waves coming off Sans and went in to check on them. Sans shouldn't be so excited right after a healing coma.
Jolting as Fell opened the door Flug turned to him. "Stay back he is not feeling very well. I don't think he can handle touch or people close to him… I hope it's okay we use your bed."
"How are you alive?" Fell looked over Flug and was mildly surprised at what he saw. The kid was developing HP and LV of the monster variety. Did he even know? "Nevermind. He's going through a Karma attack. What triggered him?"
"Karma attack? Um he was with Black Hat and I heard him call for me."
"Considering what Kuro was just putting off, I'm not surprised he was triggered. I just have to wonder what happened to get Black Hat to lose his cool." Fell leaned back against a wall and stared hard at Sans, trying to comprehend the Karma and sins coming through his magic.
Shrugging Flug looked to Fell. "I don't know. Maybe Sans's brother. I asked him to go with Sans to get his things..."
Fell looked over curiously.
Black Hat phased through the wall curling up against Fell's back. "I didn't mean to hurt him. I just want to protect him. His father..." Black Hat broke off hesitant to speak of the past lover and horror.
"Gaster? The first hero of the Underground?" Fell wasn't aware Flug or Black Hat knew about the truth of Wing Dings and so went with the typical story.
"No! Wings… W. D. Gaster was no hero." Black Hat growled before simmering down and nuzzling into Fell's shoulder.
Fell stiffened at the growl at his back. "What do you know of the doctor sir?"
"Everything..." Black Hat slowly turned Fell around. "Love, I spoke of my last clutch and how they had to perish. How some died just by being mine..."
"You can't mean…" Fell's sockets widened as he put two and two together.
Nodding slowly Black Hat looked down. "He was my past lover… I thought he loved me and our children, however he only wanted to create monsters and experiment on them. I had to kill my children and then I put him underground in hopes of trapping his horror far away from me… In doing that I created a monster and hurt Sans…" Black Hat thought to himself that Sans could be a child of his in a way.
Looking shocked Flug looked between Sans and Black Hat. "He and you?!"
Fell understood and shook his head. "No. Sans's father. I highly doubt Sans would still be alive if he was Black Hat's past lover, much less working for him." Fell's voice reflected the empathy he normally kept hidden for the strong Judge curled up and shivering on the bed. He remembered when he had saved Red from their own father. It was why he let Red drink so much. Red had been much older than Pap when their father had been sent to the void.
Almost shyly clinging to Fell, Black Hat asked "Are you angry with me?"
Blinking Flug tried to digest that Sans's father was Black Hat's past lover.
Fell shook his head. "Who you loved before me has no consequence. You saw his truth and left him. It is because you left him that monsters managed to survive and made it back to the surface and we could meet. How could I be mad about that?" Fell rubbed one of Black Hat's clinging hands in comfort.
Shrugging Black Hat gave a small needy sound nuzzling into Fell's shoulder. "I am grateful you feel this way."
Glancing at Flug and Sans, Fell carefully guided Black Hat out of their room and back to the office to give them some privacy. "So knowing you, what are your plans now?" Fell asked once the door shut behind them.
Humming Black Hat wrapped around Fell before speaking calmly no venom in his voice while his words showed hatred. "I want to go into the void and destroy him… I also want…" Black Hat shook his head, it was stupid to want the boys. Just because Gaster had fathered his first clutch didn't mean he could want Gaster's children… It's probably my motherly instincts starting.
"Well, if you do go, I'd suggest not telling Sans that you killed his father. Much as the guy was horrible later in life to him, early on he was pretty decent to Sans and taught him all he knows. Also, if you are going to the void, smack my dad around a bit for me, okay? Much as I hate the fucker, I don't want him dead either. Now what else was it you wanted? If I can help, I will." Fell pet the back of Black Hat's head soothingly.
Nodding at the request Black Hat hesitated to speak the next part. "I want… Sans." Black Hat couldn't look at Fell knowing he would be disappointed in his desires. Sans was a grown monster and most likely the same age or older than Fell. He couldn't try to adopt him.
Not understanding and hoping he was wrong in his assumption, Fell carefully asked, "In what way?" He would honor any decision Black Hat made, but knew Sans would never trade in Flug for Black Hat and he would not give up on his Kuro that easily.
"For my own clutch. I know he is far older than normal children… It is weak of me to have these desires…" Black Hat muttered disappointed in himself. He was a demon of chaos.
Confused but wanting to understand, Fell asked "You want to adopt Sans?". What is going through your mind my mate, my very strong mate. Fell kneaded Black Hat's shoulders, trying to get him to relax.
Shuttering at the sweet touch Black Hat melted into Fell's hands. "Yes… I want to care for him even more now that I know his father was the same man who tortured and experimented on our own children. I-I want him happy and safe as I want our own eggs to be… I know it is weak of me to have these feelings, but my instincts are screaming at me."
"You are not weak. You are the strongest being I know. As for adopting Sans, I am not sure how he would take such a proposition. He is very independent. He may accept it if you extend your protection over his brother though. Beyond Flug, I believe that Papyrus is the only one he holds onto life for. If not for Papyrus, he probably would have let Gaster destroy him as well." Fell continued his kneading as Black Hat melted. The less worked up the demon was, the safer the eggs would be.
Tentacles starting to wiggle out of his skin Black Hat growled "But he hurt Sans. How-how could I protect someone who hurts their own?" Black Hat almost laughed at the irony of the statement as he normally took pleasure in hurting Flug.
"I could point out that you slaughtered your own young sir and I'm sure they hurt each other. I know I've done some horrible things to my own brother growing up. It is part of life for those of us Underground. In the four hundred years down there, our mentality may be a bit messed up. Violence is something we turn to without really thinking about it much anymore, even amongst family." Fell explained softly.
Giving a small defeated sigh Black Hat calmed and leaned against Fell's chest. "I understand. I will see how tomorrow goes with meeting this brother and see if he is worthy of protecting… Thank you, dearest."
Humming and smiling amused. Fell purred. "Of course. Papyrus is normally, at least every time I've met him, he is normally more akin to 5.0.5 than anything else, but with a bit more sense and a lot more intense." Fell explained softly. He figured it better to give Black Hat some warning of what to expect from the very young skeleton.
Humming Black Hat nodded pulling Fell into his lap and cradling him close. "Fell, are you okay with having our clutch?"
Pulling back to look Black Hat in the eye, Fell answered without hesitation. "Of course I'm okay with it. I'm more than okay with having a clutch with you. I love you and while I haven't met them yet, I will love each and every one of our hatchlings. They are the culmination of our love made real. Why would you ask? Are you not ready for them?" Fell searched Black Hat's face for some answer, some reason for why his strong demon mate was suddenly feeling such incompetence and fear.
Shaking his head Black Hat smiled, "No I am ready, just… You know what happened to my last clutch and while I hope it doesn't happen again. I fear you would resent me if something were to go wrong. The eggs will be laid in two months and then warmed for another month until they hatch. There is a lot of room for error."
Fell had to bite back his instant response that these eggs would be perfect. There was every chance that all of them would have to be wiped out. "We will do what we must. I hope that we will be able to keep at least one, but if they are beyond control or do not have the ability to learn propriety, then they can not be allowed to thrive. I have accepted this after much thought. I will support your decision and I respect that this is hard on both of us." Fell nuzzled into Black Hat. His mate's mind felt so frail right now. Was it because of W.D., Sans, the incoming eggs, or a combination of everything together? He couldn't know, but he prayed that his decisive and impudent lover would return soon.
Sagging, relieved that Fell wouldn't abandon him over their first clutch Black Hat leaned up nuzzling his lover. "Thank you. The thought of losing you was acid eating away at me. Now that I have you I can not lose you… Sorry I'm going to be feeling a lot of weird feelings with our clutch in progress. I will be very protective too."
"Good thing I have nobody else interested in me, but I get the feeling that means that I won't be getting much field work either. I hope you have a gym in this mansion somewhere so I can keep moving. I am not accustomed to being still." Fell teased and hummed, drawing a light hand over the lines of Black Hat's clothes.
Back in the bedroom Sans was starting to recover, slowly uncurling and taking in his new surroundings. The velvet blankets underneath him and the dark walls and ceiling were strange and foreign. "W-where am I?"
Running a hand softly along his arm Flug spoke in a soft voice, "We are in Black Hat's room borrowing his bed. How are you feeling love?"
Jumping at Flug's voice then looking over at him, Sans tried to remember the events that had led to him being here. The last he remembered was looking for a phone to order from Grillby's and let Undyne and Alphys know that he and a guest were going to be dropping by for a surprise visit. "What happened?"
Biting his lip Flug paused "Well, I believe you and Black Hat had a discussion on how he dated your dad? Then your magic acted up Fell said it was some kind of Karma attack."
Sans looked at his bare feet as he took in the information a second time about his dad. "So that wasn't a hallucination." He was silent for a while longer. "I guess I should explain the Karma thing?" He looked up sheepishly at Flug who was sitting so patiently on the edge of the bed watching him.
"It would be helpful, but don't push yourself."
Pulling himself up into a cross-legged sitting position Sans debated where to start. "So do you remember when I said that I can see the sins of others?" He finally asked.
Nodding Flug looked to Sans to explain further. He didn't quite understand besides it was a boss monster or judge thing. Judge or Boss monster?
Tilting his hand side to side, Sans said "Eh, more of the Judge thing. I don't really know any other boss monsters with the ability. Fell should have the ability as well. Anyway, Karma is sort of like an attack that will take effect over time and gets stronger the more sins the victim has accumulated…"
Frowning Flug asked softly "Sins? You can…" He trailed off not really sure he wanted to know if Sans knew all of his sins. "What do you see as sins?"
Sans snorted. "Anything that would constitute knowingly trying to harm another physically, mentally, magically, or metaphysically pretty much. Don't worry, I would never strike you with it." He smiled, trying to be disarming.
"Does it hurt you?"
"Normally no, but if I take the hit for someone, it can do a bit of damage. On monsters it will attack our magic before it will attack our HP. While Black Hat was holding me...well that is the longest he has ever had contact with me and then he freaked out and his magic spiked. I reactively discharged a Karma attack, but I took it since we weren't actually in a battle and I don't think Fell would forgive me if I knocked the boss out for a few weeks." Sans scraped the back of his head, looking down. He was lucky he had recovered so much magic before taking that hit and that he had been able to dodge the majority of it or it would have wiped him out. Their boss had a lot of sins and Karma built up.
Blinking Flug frowned "Why did you take the hit… Sans I can't lose you again. I can't. So please don't hurt yourself."
Sans looked at Flug, trying to understand. "Flug, I had to take the hit. I can't very well hit the boss, can I? We've both seen what he does to us if we are so much as a second late to a scheduled meeting or he gets burnt pasta for supper. Can you imagine what would happen if I hit him with the equivalent to a culmination of all his sins? If he lived, and I'm sure he would, I wouldn't have to worry about maybe Dusting, I would be Dusted...multiple times likely. Trust me when I say I'm not actively trying to get myself Dusted. I want to live a long life with you. I really, really do." Sans had crawled over to Flug and flopped over so his head was in Flug's lap as he looked up to his face.
Smiling sadly down to him Flug caressed his cheek. "Love… I know, I know… Hold me? Let me hold you closer."
"I don't think we are going out tonight, are we." Sans chortled even as he twisted himself up onto Flug's lap to he was straddling him. "Wanna go back to our rooms?
Shaking his head he stood with Sans in his arms. "No, let's go see your friends. I… I want out of here for a bit."
"Should we let Black Hat know?" Sans tightened his legs around Flug's waist and rested his chin on Flug's shoulder. He may not like being short, but right now he really liked being carried.
Nodding he walked into Black Hat's office. "Sir, we are going out for a while."
Fell glared over his shoulder at Flug as he stepped out of his and Black Hat's room. Black Hat in his loosed form beneath him already quickly coming undone.
Whining and clawing at Fell's back, Black Hat bit down on bones with his many mouths. Fell's cock felt so wonderful inside of him. He gave a small mewl as Fell gave a harsh thrust. "Fell~"
Blushing Flug huffed "We will leave you at it then." Before escaping out the door.
Sans snickered as he felt Flug's face flush next to his skull. "We did sort of take their room." He mumbled before teleporting them to Grillby's without warning.