A Villainous Company

by Revharem

The mountain range known as Mt Ebbott no longer held monsters Underground. Now among the humans they must find jobs. UnderFell Papyrus and Undertale Sans find themselves employed by the villainous (and horny) group known as Black Hat Inc.

21. The Gaster House

Blinking awake and nearly turning back over in the warm embrace of his lover, Sans glanced at the clock on the nightstand and grumbled. It was pushing eight. Why was he awake so early in the morning. About to follow through with his previous inclination, certain pressing needs made themselves known to him and he carefully shifted out of Flug's hold and made his way to the bathroom, the bones of his feet clicking softly against the hardwood floors. The stone floor of the bathroom was much more chilled and the tiles of the walls emanated the chill even stronger. Naked as he was, Sans hurried his business and brushed his teeth quickly before slipping out and into his own room to look for something comfortable to wear so he didn't chill Flug when he returned to bed.

Digging through the piles in the hopes of finding something easy to move in and unrestricting, he remembered their conversations from the day before and sighed to himself. He honestly didn't know what to think anymore. His new father figure, who was his boss had captured something resembling a romantic interest or lust from himself. Flug was thankfully relatively accepting of it, but for him, something about it just felt wrong. How was he supposed to see Black Hat as a father when he saw him as someone who could or would pleasure him? Those two things didn't mix, did they? His movements became somewhat automatic and without realizing it, he started to fold and organize his piles of clothes as he got lost in his own mind.

Flug rolled over groaning when his arms reached air. Calling out still have asleep. "Sans? Come back to bed…"

Jolting out of his thoughts, Sans smiled to himself and chuffed a bit of laughter at his self-obsessive thoughts. He had a mate to get back to after all. Pulling on a velvety soft robe and shorts that might as well have been pants on him, he ambled back into Flug's room softly calling out assurances. "I'm coming babe. The bathroom was cold and I didn't want to give you a chill when I came back."

A rumbled purr came from Flug as he made grabby hands at his mate. "Makes sense… What time is it?"

"'Bout eight. We probably should get to work, but I really don't want to." Sans admitted as he hoisted himself up and crawled onto the bed and back to his sleepy human.

Groaning in agreement Flug nuzzled closer hiding his face in the crook of Sans's neck. "Nah. Let's sleep some more. Black Hat can come get us if he really wants us."

"Not so sure I want that demon seeing what I did to you. He might think that it is okay for him to do it too." Sans mumbled into Flug's chest as he pushed in close and pressed his body as close as it could get under the warm covers.

Blinking a bit more awake Flug poked Sans's cheek. "What do you mean by that? Why would Black Hat try to do something like that? We are mates and he has his own mate now." Did Sans want Black Hat to do that to me? I thought he was territorial?

"Wha'dya think I mean. Boss obviously still like pickin' his favors offa us. I wouldn't put it past 'im to try an' take a favor offa you using some of the techniques I use just to get his kicks. He is the top villain for a reason." Sans never lifted his head or opened his eyes as he talked, letting his body relax in Flug's hold and trying to hold onto the comfort they'd had through the night.

Poking his bottom lip out Flug pouted. "Thought you might have a bit more faith in Black Hat respecting our Bond since he's now your father figure… Whatever, if he tries it I'll just tell him no."At least I'm trying to get a better bond with Papyrus. Sans isn't even acting like Black Hat is even remotely friendly. He's helped him so much and Black Hat is still the 'bad guy', damn pot calling the kettle black.

Feeling himself getting aggravated, Sans released a harsh breath through his nasal cavity as he struggled to rein in his temper. Just cause the guy wants to play dad to me and Paps doesn't mean he's a good guy. Even he admitted this is likely just due to his hormones and being pregnant. Once those eggs are lain and hatched he could just as easily turn around and blow us off and return to his old ways. I ain't holding my breath. He slaughtered my family and he is the one who ultimately erected the barrier that kept us in that pit. Forg- Sans cut off his own tirade before he said something he would regret and turned from Flug to sit up on the bed cross legged and tried to breathe. "Look, I'm sorry. I can't just forgive him, just the same as you can't just forgive my bro."

Groaning Flug pinched his nose. "Fuck for starters… I'M sorry I didn't realize I was projecting my thoughts. Secondly, he's the only family I have really so even if he's a demon sized asshole I still kinda care for him like you and your brother. And third he half-way made up for the Underground thing for killing that brat, or at least I figured he did at least in my book. Which it was a favor for me, but it was also for his mate too. Nevermind forget that."

Sans hung his head, cupping his face in his hands. We really are fucked up. My bro tries to kill me in a rage and you can't forgive him. Your...whatever you see him as, kills the majority of my family, nearly kills me, and traps us in the Underground and I can't forgive him. Both mean a shit-ton to us and we end up arguing for their sakes all the time. The more I learn about our boss the harder it is for me to accept him, but I want to. I'm just...I- I'm… Sans's words became choked even in his mind as hot magic formed and dripped from his sockets as he cried his frustration, fear, and confusion into the hidden safety of his carpals. I'm just as terrified as you are! He screamed at himself in his own mind and unbidden it echoed through their link.

"Oh love…" Flug sat up tugging Sans gently into his arms. "Let's just go one step at a time. One step at a time. I'll work with your brother and you can consider Black Hat, okay? I keep forgetting how different our experiences with them are. You've gone through so much and just now it's turning out it is all linked to the demon you work for… My fight with Papyrus seems silly now." Flug sighed rubbing soothing circles into Sans's bones. "It's okay to be scared and cry, okay? Just let it all out and you can explain more if you want. If you don't want to get out of bed today we can take the day off, relaxing day?" Flug offered. He didn't realize how much Sans was holding back. It must be horrible to even be near Black Hat now that he knows all of the bad things in his life point to the demon.

His entire body shuddered as he finally cried over all the news he had learned in the past few weeks. He hadn't had the chance to really comprehend anything with how fast everything had been moving and all the emotions were hitting him at once. He knew he had to look a mess, but he really couldn't find it in him to care as he realized over and over just how deep of a mess he had mired himself in. Each fact about his boss coming to the forefront of his mind in vivid color before being replaced with another. All the kids he had had to either kill or try to save just to watch be killed through the centuries. Each one able to Reset. This last one, he'd been just about ready to throw in the towel before they finally broke the barrier and let them be free. He hadn't really believed it would last and then the creep who had trapped them in the first place up and killed the brat for good. How many times had he killed the kid before and it had never worked.

Leaning into Flug as he cried and seeked comfort at the same time, he just let go and stopped thinking for a while, letting all the stress, fear, hurt, confusion, frustration, and horror wash off of him and out in his tears. Maybe a true day off wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Flug let Sans cry giving him the comfort he could. After a while Flug snatched his phone with a bit of magic and sent a text to Red to bring him some water. Sans might not like the other coming, but he needed something to replenish all those tears. Shifting them so Sans was away from the door and tucked close to Flug's chest, as much as his belly would allow. Flug murmured comforting words waiting for the water.

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Red glanced down at his phone as a strange tone rang around his room. When he saw it was that twig of a human that had thought to use him as manual labor he sneered but opened the text just for shits anyway. What could the stick want with him now? When he saw that it was actually for the human's mate, he took the message a little more seriously. "Yo Amethyst, toss me a bottle of water. Buddy o' mine needs it."

The fire elemental glowered at him before pelting him with the product, just missing him.

"Asshole." Red muttered as he picked up the bottle from where it bounced off the wall after he dodged it. He teleported to the lab expecting to find them where they always were and was rather disgruntled to find them missing. He really didn't want to go hunting them in this fucking place. He just wanted his house back. He typed back asking where they were. Phones could be useful, but right now he kinda wish he didn't have one. He'd rather have a whisky in his hand.

Grinning Flug texted back that they were through the blue door in the lab. Biting his lip he added "Sans isn't in a good place right now. Please just give me the water. I'm not sure he would appreciate guests right now."

Glancing around the lab which was much different than the last time he'd been down here, he found the door pretty quickly and pushed his way through and into a room just as messy as his own. Was Sans living in the mansion too now? Shrugging he pushed his way through the mess until he reached the far door and pushed through that one too where he found a nearly naked Flug and an obviously broken Sans on the bed. His first reaction was to look anywhere but the two as the sheer amount of magic pulsing under Flug's skin made their recent activities very apparent. He quickly glanced around the room looking for a place to put the water so he could get out of there as fast as possible.

This was the last thing he had expected to walk in on. Sans was one of the most celibate monsters he knew so seeing this was rather sickening, especially when he considered how old the other was. He didn't know Sans's actual age, but he knew he predated the barrier and that made him absolutely ancient. Finally he settled for tossing the bottle toward the bed and teleporting out before it made contact in a cloud of nasty smelling brimstone magic.

Once clear of the room he shot a text back to Flug, 'You owe me for that, sicko.', before he flopped on his bed face first and tried to figure out how to erase the image from his mind.

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Sans barely noticed the feeling of something pelting the bed, but he noticed enough to glance over and was confused when he saw a water bottle rolling and managed to catch it just before it rolled off the edge. "Where'd this come from?" he asked groggily.

Chuckling Flug texted back. 'You could have handed it to me, lazybones. Thanks I owe you one.' Nuzzling Sans, Flug took the water, uncapping it and presenting it to his mate. "Texted Red to bring you one. Drink it before you get dehydrated or whatever a skeleton's dehydration is called."

Sans froze before groaning and flopping to the bed mortified.

Flug followed Sans with the water. "Hey! Drink this. You need it. I'm sorry about asking him to bring you the water I just didn't feel comfortable with leaving you alone like this. I made sure Red didn't pester you, but you need to drink this."

Rambling into the sheets, Sans groaned. "I'm never gonna be able to look him in the face again. Oh my stars. Just Dust me now."

Sighing Flug poked at his cheek. "Hey… I'm sorry, okay? I promise to ask you next time. I can text Red and tell him not to go spread it around if you want? What can I do to make this better?"

"Trust me, he won't be spreading it." Sans moaned piteously. After several quiet moments he quietly asked. "Tell him I'm sorry? Stars he must be mortified. He's just a kid."

Flug texted the requested message. "He looks up to you that much? I didn't really think he idolized you that much. Hey you drink with him don't you? He's not that young if he can drink."

"Fell sector has different rules. If you can handle your liquor and not get yourself killed, then go for it. He's only fifty, a heck of a lot younger than I am. You wouldn't wanna see your father or grandfather's work on their mate, would you?

Flug frowned looking down at himself. "I'm not that disheveled… Am I?"

"We can see magic. You will learn to eventually. He could literally see my cum in you." Sans explained while being completely blue in the face and still not pulling his face from where it sat buried in the blankets.

Slowly Flug's eyes widened remembering their conversation last night. His whole face was bright red and it started creeping down his neck as he frantically text apologies to Red. "I can't believe I forgot about that! I'm so stupid! Fuck I'm so sorry Sans. I'm going to die right now from embarrassment."

"You and me both." Sans couldn't help a small laugh from getting away from him on the last word.

Hiding his hot face into the soft material of the robe Sans put on Flug groaned. "Any other things you can see to add to my embarrassment?"

"Yep. You're mostly naked." Sans hummed as he felt Flug's hot breath through the fabric at his back.

"Come on I have a blanket!"

"You're telling me you wouldn't be the least bit flustered if you walked in on Fell or Dementia or stars forbid Red when they have nothing but a blanket on while in bed with a significant other and full of cum?" Sans couldn't hide his silent laughter as it shook his body.

"No sex for a month you turd."

Sans instantly sat up straight and stared in shock at Flug. "What?!"

Jolting from being pushed off of Sans's back Flug smirked "You heard me. It's embarrassing to be like this and be seen and you are a turd. So, no sex for a month."

Sans just barely held back from another smart comeback for fear Flug would extend his sentence. Then a thought came to his head. "Uh...may want to take that up with the boss then. Pretty sure he's expecting to 'examine' me within the week."

Flug laughed "Neither of us would have lasted anyway. Come here my turd."

"Damn. You humans are a cruel lot." Even as he said it, Sans was smiling and crawling to sit over Flug's lap. "You have to admit though, is kinda funny, an exhibitionist getting embarrassed about being seen like this." He winked with a smirk.

Blushing Flug huffed "I'm not an exhibitionist."

"Sure you ain't. Just like having the boss or the guys from over in the Lust sector watch and join in." Sans sniggered and watched Flug's face with amusement. The way the skin moved and variety of expressions was entrancing.

"I-I just-" Flug blushed stuttering trying to defend himself. "It's just-fuck you, don't kink shame me. I just you know…" Flug blushed motioning to his stomach shyly. "I like being filled with… by you…"

It was Sans's turn to flush dark blue. "Ah...come here you!" he pulled Flug into a tight hug to hide his blush. While he couldn't be seen, he mumbled, "I like fillin' you too."

Clinging to Sans he bit his lip. "I'm glad… I don't know what I would do if you didn't like it. I know it's weird and I don't like showing it off because it's embarrassing. I just… Like it."

"I'm not gonna complain too much babe. I mean, it ain't like I got a normal kink either." He dragged the back of his knuckles over Flug's stomach, letting his sharp claws curl like upside down talons.

Shivering Flug nodded. "We are a piece of work, aren't we?"

"That we certainly are." Sans agreed before leaning forward and kissing Flug's bulging stomach.

Giggling at the tickling feeling Flug leaned forward kissing Sans's skull. "Yeah but I wouldn't change a thing about you. I love you, kinks and all. Are you feeling better?"

"Still rough, but I am doing better. Thanks for putting up with me." Sans curled sadly against Flug.

"Oh love, I'll always put up with you. That's what mates are for." Flug kissed and rubbed along his bones.

"Do you really want to know mine and Black Hat's history?" He had never told his story to anybody and Flug had said he would listen earlier. That particular bit stuck out to him. His own father hadn't given a damn and his mother was much too frail to handle it, even when she wasn't pregnant with Papyrus.

Flug nodded holding him tight. "Whenever you are ready. Don't push yourself if you aren't ready."

Sans was silent for a long time as he stared at his hands. He had a lot to think about as he brought to the surface memories he'd tried to suppress for centuries.

"By the calendar it has to be just under six hundred years I have been legal working age. My father had brought me into the lab long before that though. I started working with my father around the time I turned forty, proving to be one of the smartest kids in my generation, and as my magic developed more, one of the strongest despite my low HP. Dad tried so many experiments to raise my HP but they all failed. My mom took care of the house and kept the humans at bay. They all thought the work we did was the 'Devil's' work."

Bit by bit, Sans pulled his memories into sharp clarity and slowly relayed every clear detail he could pull up. He hid nothing about himself or what he and his father did to others. The good, the great, and the awesome from his childhood. The best of his mom and dad before the war. There was also the dark, the ugly, and the heinous that he and his father had done in the name of 'science'.

"Leading up to the war I vaguely recall dad being absent more often, but I was busy as ever with my work and thought nothing of it. Then the war started and suddenly he and I were hip to hip again, working on ever more complex designs. When the war got too close, we would move. It happened time and time again. Finally the fighting caught up though and somehow mom and dad got separated from me and I was left with the stronger, more brutish part of my family that Paps honestly takes after. There was so much noise and darkness. The humans had the sheer numbers, and then there was him. Black Hat. Back then I didn't know his name, but when we met in battle I truly believed I was going to die. He had me in his jaws before one of my uncle's distracted him, causing him to throw me. After being thrown, he massacre my family while I laid paralyzed in fear. Over twelve generations destroyed in mere minutes."

Sans had to pause for a few moments as he reigned in his composure and took a hit off the water bottle. This was deep stuff and it was really had for him to relate it.

"When Black moved on, leaving only me alive amongst the Dust of my family, I took my chance and ran. I almost didn't find my family before the barrier fell, trapping us. For the first hundred years dad and I, among many others, worked on building the Core. Once that was finished, our studies started back up, but without humans, our subjects became our fellow monsters. It took two hundred years before the king caught on and put a stop to it and another seventy before I personally put a stop to his father's secret continuation of our work. Of those last seventy years, I spent fifty as a guinea pig."

Remembering his father, Sans gave himself a quick shake, rubbing his arms briskly and glaring at every shadow in the room before continuing.

"With my parents gone and a baby brother to care for, I was forced to look for help. I had never been on the payroll and I certainly wasn't going to raise my brother in the labs. I went to the king and from there to Grillby until finally I was able to get my own place. People hardly remembered dad, other than as the guy who designed the Core, and even then, there weren't many that knew that. I could build a new legacy and with that in mind, I raised Paps with the belief that our parents were truly admirable and good monsters. It was half true."

Looking up from his lap, Sans took a shaky breath and looked Flug dead on. "Black Hat killed almost all of my family. He would have killed me and my dad had he caught us and then all of monster kind would be dead. He still wishes he had killed my dad. All 'cause my dad dated him for science and he fell for it. Paps laid into me for lying to him. Black Hat nearly succeeded in multi-genocide over a breakup. That is my story."

Flug blinked away tears at the retelling of everything Sans had gone through. I'm so sorry. Sans was so brave for actually turning into a great person after living through hundreds of years worth of pain and being used by his father. Giving a weak chuckle Flug tried to lighten the mood with a weak, "I knew he was dramatic, but that's ridiculous." Sighing Flug held Sans close. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. He really is terrifying. I've never went to battle with or against him, but I've heard stories. It must have been horrific. I don't know how you can be near him… You are so brave."

"Can't very well leave you here with him all on your own, now can I? Anyway, I didn't recognize him until he had to try to catch Dementia when she stole my Soul. All wrapped up as he is in that neat little disguise I never would have known he was the same thing as what grabbed me on the battlefield all those years ago." He absently rubbed his scarred foot as he had been doing through most of the story.

Flug growled "Dementia did what?!"

Sans jumped and flinched simultaneously at Flug's mood shift and the harsh flare in his magic. "Uh, she stole my Soul? She was up to her normal antics and ended up seeing it and grabbed it an ran. You know how she likes shiny objects. The boss nearly killed her for it, but I'm alright. Don't go all avenger on her for me, kay?" He laughed nervously. He couldn't imagine what might happen if Flug lashed out with the amount of magic he had at his disposal right now.

Huffing Flug crossed his arms. "No fair! You always avenge me and get upset, but I can't when she grabbed my fragile mate's Soul?!" Popping his lip out Flug huffed "Not fair babe, not fair."

Rubbing the back of his head embarrassed, Sans tried to explain. "Well you see, Black Hat already pretty much nearly killed her. I don't know if she actually will survive what he did to her. If she does, then you can beat her up. How about that? No use in beating up someone who has already been beaten, is there?" He tried to reason with his mate. He couldn't deny that it was kinda hot and cute that Flug wanted to fight for him on this. It was nice.

Shrugging Flug nodded "I guess, but I still don't like it. Are you getting hungry? I can go get something from the kitchen."

"And chance someone else seeing you like that?" Sans sniggered. "Let me go this time and I'll get us food. How does that sound?"

Blushing and shaking his head Flug sighed "Okay, thanks love. I'll stay here and try not to wiggle away." Flug chuckled.

Leaning up, Sans gave him a peck before teleporting away to the kitchen. Making his way around the island that look up the center of the room, he popped open the fridge and looked for something edible for himself and Flug.

The fridge door slammed shut Black Hat leaning against it. "Finally up I see. You haven't been in the lab today and it's well into noon."

Sans jumped with the loud noise and shrunk into himself. "Ah, about that. Flug and I were talking and I guess we sort of lost track of time?" Sans tried to make up a scenario that was at least partially true to make sure he and Flug wouldn't get in trouble for their tardiness. "We will make up the lost work, sir. I promise." He kept his eyes down, not meeting Black Hat's. He wasn't sure what mood the demon was in today and didn't want to find out the hard way that he was in one of his sadistic moods the hard way.

Black Hat nodded clicking his talons together. "Yes, well if you are feeling so good at talking today I have a feeling you are up to me calling in my favor."

Sans flinched visibly, but knew he couldn't argue that his magic was up to the task and his body was certainly back in working condition. He had no good reason to refuse other than the care of his mate and he didn't think that bringing Flug's current condition to Black Hat's attention would be his best move. "Yes sir." Sorry babe. I wasn't paying attention and the boss caught me. He apparently wants to call in the favor I was telling you about yesterday. Maybe reach out to 5.0.5. and he might be able to get you some food. I am so sorry.

Grinning Black Hat crooked a finger for Sans to follow him as he worked his way back to his office. Patting the desk. "Sit up there."

The desk was just above eye level for Sans, so rather than try to scramble and pull himself up onto it, he teleported, perfuming the air for a short time with the smell of the spray of the ocean as he settled himself on the edge. Suddenly just wearing shorts and robe felt like much too little clothing and he grew more bashful as the seconds ticked by with Black Hat's lone eye watching him.

Nodding in approval Black Hat grabbed his shoulders turning Sans around and plopping into his own chair. "Well? Drop the robe and let me look."

Flinching reactively from being grabbed, Sans took a shaky breath to try to steady his nerves and let the soft velvet material fall from his shoulders and drew his hands from the sleeves so that it wasn't riding on his elbows or covering any of his back. All the tattoos were dark as he hadn't activated his magic yet. He wasn't certain if Black Hat wanted to look closer at the inking itself or just their magical aspect so he waited for further instructions while trying to to fidget.

After bringing up all those old, buried memories, it felt like everything had only just happened. Every memory fresh as the day it had been made. He had to fight the terror that raced through his Soul and pray the boss didn't call him out on it.

Leaning closer his hot breaths gently hitting the bones in front of him as he studied them. Running a claw over a marking. "They change color to match your magic, yes? How does that work? Who did them for you?"

"Uh, yeah. Since they are embedded in my bones and my marrow-stream, whenever my magic is active, they light up as well. The bone there is slightly thinner than everywhere else, but it is also a bit stronger. Kinda like scars on the flesh of, well, most creatures with flesh? Scar tissue is thicker and stronger than normal tissue. As for who did them, I got them done in one of the deeper sectors. Most everybody in that sector had tattoos. They got them to tell their life story, but they didn't mind inking people from beyond their sector. I think they called their sector Inktale." He desperately wanted to look behind him or know what was going through Black Hat's mind, but he just went along with the questions for now. He kept breathing and tried to match his Soulbeat to his slow, deceptively calm breaths.

"Interesting…" A claw traced along the tattoos. "Can you light them up?"

Biting at his teeth nervously, Sans nodded once. "They are very sensitive, so please be careful." He heard himself say before he could stop himself and instantly regretted it. Knowing there was no going back and he had avoided this moment for so long, he squeezed his sockets closed and activated his magic as he felt the claw move from tattoo to bone and held his breath in fearful anticipation.

Gasping at the sight, his claw hovering over the blue markings. "They are beautiful…" Black Hat's gaze roamed over the tattoos eagerly studying them. "Why did you get them? Do they tell your story as the other inked monsters do?"

"I-in a way, I guess. The vines and flowers are based on a species that apparently only grows in the Underground. They are based on echo flowers, which ironically glow blue as well. I didn't realize until after I got them that they would connect to my Soul and magic the way they do. It doesn't always happen like that apparently." Sans shut his mouth with a decisive click as he realized he had begun rambling. "But, uh, anyway, I guess you could say they tell my story cause the flowers always repeat the last thing said to them. They remember things. Well, the other Judges and I all remember the resets that the fallen humans cause. Some of us remember more than others. From what we all have put together though, I remember the most since I was always the last line of defense for the entire Underground." He paused for a few moments before answering the other part of the question posed to him. "As for why I got them, guess I just thought they looked cool. I don't really know. Was a spur of the moment kind of thing." He nearly shrugged before thinking better of it with those claws so close by.

Black Hat nodded along mumbling small comments as Sans rambled. He was used to Flug's rambling of inventions and surprisingly Sans was quite similar. "I see the vines and flowers… Interesting quality to flowers… Ah yes the demon child Flug asked me to dispose of… I understand, my top hat was also a spur of the moment look that stuck…" After sensing Sans had completed his rambling he tapped Sans's shoulder in a spot free of markings. Black Hat asked in a way that he hoped wasn't pressuring "May I touch?"

"I-isn't that what you were planning to do?" He couldn't hide the obvious shake from his voice.

"If you allowed me, yes. It is tied to your Soul so I would like your consent." Black Hat huffed a hot breath, thinking that Sans would believe he would be as callous as Dementia was with the fragile skeleton.

Sans was silent for a long time as he debated what to do with the choice suddenly. Nearly ten minutes later he nodded, coming to a decision. "Be extremely careful, but go ahead. Just please avoid the bite marks in purple." He added the second part on as an afterthought. He didn't want to torture Flug too much with this.

Nodding Black Hat curled in his claws running his knuckles gently over the tattoos. "What does it feel like? Is it the same as your Soul being touched or different?"

Clenching his jaw as pure sensation ran through his body, Sans gasped when the touch finished. "Unlike anything else. It is indescribable. Touching my Soul would be similar, but not an exact replication." He explained. He hadn't expected Black Hat to actually go gentle on him and that single touch disarmed him. He relaxed and let his bones loosen a bit.

"Interesting." Black Hat continued his light touches drawing closer to one of the purple bite marks. "The bites are Marks from Flug, correct? How does it feel to touch those?"

Subconsciously Sans had begun to lean into the touches as they stirred up his magic. Between cut breaths Sans tried to respond. "Th-they" gasp, "they affect," whine, "his body." He struggled to formulate words and answer intelligently. The pleasure and sensation assaulting his body was almost unbearable. He'd only had Flug focus solely on his tattoos once and that was when he'd been having his rib rebroken. Without the pain to distract, the sensation was amazing.

"And yours on his body would affect you?" Black Hat hesitated before running a knuckle over the bite and tracing more tattoos. "Are you enjoying yourself? Should I stop?"

The door burst open, Flug waddling in, panting and holding his stomach. "That's enough! Come along Sans we have work to do."

So lost to everything he was feeling, Sans didn't even register that Flug had entered the office. He sat on Black Hat's lap, a panting and whining needy mess. His magic so worked up buy the gentle touches that his back had become damp.

Black Hat was quite enjoying himself and his discovery before Flug burst in demanding his mate back. He should have known the touching would cause Flug to become territorial. Huffing Black Hat glared at Flug before blinking in surprise. "I did not realize you were with a souling… You have so much magic in you Flug." Smirking down at Sans he ran a knuckle down his spine. No wonder Flug was moody and demanding. "You have filled your mate so much. You are so easy to manipulate like this… I've learned what I wanted. Go on now." Black Hat lifted him up with some tentacles placing him on wobbly legs and pushed him towards Flug.

Flug blushed tugging his shirt down further at Black Hat's comments. Reaching down to steady Sans as he was pushed stumbling to him. "Come on Sans let's go."

It took a few moments before his head cleared enough to grasp what was going on and for the buzz in his head to clear, but when it did, Sans was mortified. He hadn't expected Black Hat to be able to reduce him to such a state so quickly. "Uh, right. Let's go. The lab or room?" Head still slightly fuzzy, he tried to fix his robe which he had thankfully grabbed in the move and did his best to calm his now hyperactive magic.

Flug Ignored Sans's question and picked him up balancing him on his hip as he waddled away. "Sorry… I just felt his touch and couldn't stop myself from getting you."

"It's okay. I'm surprised he let me go so easily. I told him not to touch your Marks. He was surprisingly really gentle. I think his pregnancy is really affecting him." He confided as he was carried.

"Maybe…"

"But seriously, where do you wanna go. I can 'port is so it's less work for you. I can't imagine walking around with my plug where it is being comfortable, much as I love you carrying me."

Flug shrugged. "I don't know. Room I guess. I just want you with me."

Sans smiled, appreciating the sentiment. " Well you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon. That's for sure."

Sighing Flug hugged Sans closer. "Are you feeling okay? Did anything happen in there?"

Heaving a gusty sigh, Sans shook his head. "No, he just looked, complimented and felt them out. Nothing more than light petting really."

"Good, I'm glad. So back to our lazy day? I gathered some snacks with 5.0.5's help." Flug had been beyond worried when Sans told him that Black Hat was taking him to look at his tattoos. Flug was halfway to the office before he'd calmed down and gathered snacks instead of barging in waiting instead for the touch that tipped him over and caused him to storm in and demand his mate.

"Lazy day sounds perfect. We are really gonna have to buckle down on our work tomorrow though. I think the boss is getting annoyed with us taking so many days off."

"True, we can handle it though. I think a movie night will work as we rest." Flug snuggled Sans in bed. Setting up his laptop Flug looked down to his mate in his lap. "Sans, do you think Papyrus will be awake tomorrow?"

"Probably not. He's gonna be out for a bit. A week minimum I figure. These magic fluxes are pretty rough on us." Sans shrugged signaling that he didn't see it being all that big of a deal.

Sighing Flug relaxed back. "I guess there's not much we can do then. I would like to have our talk sooner than later, but magic has its own way of doing things." Picking a documentary Flug started up the movie relaxing with Sans in his arms.

Laughing quietly, Sans agreed. "That's for sure. I'm still trying to get used to life that isn't dictated by magic. It is quite the learning curve for someone my age."

Laughing Flug nodded "Think about me! I'm getting tossed into magic and monsterhood. Speaking of monsterhood anything else I should know? Anything you can think of that you haven't told me yet? I don't want to be flashing people our sex life on accident again."

Snorting, Sans tried to think of where to start. There was so much to learn and go over. It didn't help he still wasn't sure what all customs or actual physical differences there were between the races. "I honestly don't know where to start."

Chuckling Flug smirked teasing "Is there someone that knows more than you? Should I ask Red or Fell instead?"

"I don't think I want them teaching you. Their sector was so rough and it is all they know. They were made down there. Before the barrier broke, they never even saw the sun. No, I just need to think more on it." Frustrated with his own procrastinating, Sans dragged a hand over his head as he wracked his mind for a good starting point.

"It's fine love I'm just teasing you. Um, is there anyone you want me to meet from your sector? I don't really have anyone you can meet." Besides her, but… nevermind. Flug smiled kissing Sans's cheek.

"Hmmm, well there's Un...wai- who's her?" Curiosity sparked, Sans shifted so he could look up at Flug's face. Who else did Flug have in his small circle of people?

"Another time I'll introduce you, who do you have in mind?" Flug deflected the question.

Grinning and happy that Flug apparently did have more people than the rough villains in this crazy place, Sans let it go with a sigh and picked up the thought he had been going with before. "I was gonna say that we still haven't gotten to get you introduced to my captain and her wife or my original boss and his wife. All great people."

"Do you want to contact them and set up a date? If you want we can do it today or tomorrow?"

"Let me give 'em a call and see. Before I do though, just 'cause I know she's gonna ask, how do you feel about butterscotch and cinnamon?" He began digging through their blankets and pillows, sure that his phone had to be around somewhere.

"Um both are fine? I mean I've done the cinnamon challenge with Dementia when it came out, not a good idea by the way."

"Cinnamon challenge?" A hard thud was heard on the wall side of the bed, followed seconds later by Sans fitting himself between the bed and the wall to retrieve his brick of a phone from where it had fallen.

Flug nodded grimacing. "Yeah, she had found out about the trend and refused to leave me alone until we did it. It was a popular trend to try to eat a spoonful of cinnamon. Which can cause you to choke on the dry powder. Not very fun or tasty."

"Doesn't sound it. Uh, can I get a lift? Kinda stuck." In his scramble to retrieve his phone, Sans found himself pinned in several places as he tried to push himself back up onto the tall bed. He had a single foot left on top of the mattress and his skull was squished between the mattress and the wall.

Chuckling Flug shook his head reaching to try to get a hold of him in an area that wasn't so sensitive. "You are a mess. How did you even do this?"

"Uh...practice? Honestly I'm not really sure. Was just trying to grab my phone." Sans said through the bedding in his face.

"Ha! Oh I love you." Flug settled for an arm around his ribs and a hand on his leg not against the bed. Lifting, Flug struggled with the stuck skeleton in his arms and his belly trying to get him back on the bed. "Did you at least get your phone?"

"Just barely." Once he was free of the small space, he lifted his hand to show of his prize only to lose it again as it slipped and plummeted again to the dark depths under the bed. "Oh fuck you!" One eye going out and his hand glowing blue, Sans summoned a mini blaster and had that retrieve the device for him.

Flug squealed "Can I see him?! He's so small and cute!"

Sans froze just as he was about to dismiss the small construct. "Uh, sure." Grabbing his phone from the thing's jaws, he guided it forward to Flug and let its levitation magic dissipate so it fell onto the blankets in front of him.

Flug made sure Sans was safe on the bed before gently lifting the mini blaster in his hands. Cooing Flug looked at the small thing. "I love him!"

Giving a sharp breath of laughter, Sans made a mental note to create one that was more permanent for Flug. The way he looked at and handled the small construct was cute and a much better expression compared to the few times he had seen the larger versions.

Beaming Flug gave the small blaster a kiss on the top of his skull. Looking up to Sans he asked. "Where do they go when they disappear?"

Looking up from his phone surprised, he opened his mouth to answer and realized that was yet another question to which he had no answer. "I-I really don't know. I've been able to summon them since I was forty or so and I guess I always just sort of took where they go for granted. Now I'm curious!"

Flug's eyes widened as he looked down to the mini blaster cradling it closer to his chest. "So, you don't know what happens to them? What if he goes to a void? Is he lonely? The poor baby!"

"Uh, you do know that I can make it grow or shrink depending on how much magic I use, right? It's about as old as me at the very least and I can summon a bunch at once, so wherever it is from, it ain't alone." Sans couldn't help laughing at how Flug was trying to coddle the weapon in his hands.

Blinking Flug looked down at the little blaster. "Oh… Good. I would hate for him to be alone. It just makes me think of 5.0.5 being all alone." Flug teared up cuddling the tiny blaster "I couldn't stand that."

"Nope, lots of them for sure and they are really powerful and dangerous." Sans assured him as he smiled and went back to typing on his phone. He had to admit that when it came to typing, the newer phones definitely had the better design. Not for the first time he wished they made ones that were more skeleton friendly.

Smiling Flug gasped before wiggling to try to get out of bed. Passing the blaster to Sans Flug demanded "Hold him I'll be right back!" Waddling to Sans's room he went into the lab and grabbed a small chip and a tracker before waddling back. Panting Flug sat on the bed. "Fuck we are gonna have to do something about this. I'm so out of breath."

Sans couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he watched Flug's hampered movement. "Oh, I don't know."

Flug whined "Yes, unless you're gonna carry me." Grinning he showed off what he gathered. "Okay, do you have some tape or something? I have a tracker and a chip to put on the blaster."

Sighing and letting the debate on whether to keep his babe blown up drop, Sans grabbed the tracker chip and examined it. After a few minutes he stroked the blaster, feeding it more magic so it could grow. From years of working with them, he knew every little nick on these things. Once it was large enough, he pried open it's jaws and slid the device into a crevice between two of its teeth. The space was just big enough to fit the tracking chip in snuggly. "How's that?"

Flug nodded happily, "Looks great." Booting up the tracker he watched the chip give a small beep and flashing green. The screen showed the chip was in front of them. "Great! Okay you can send it away and we can see where he goes."

"Alright." Sans blinked and his right eyelight returned almost as soon as the blaster disappeared. "What's it say?"

The tracker flashed and flickered before showcasing some coordinates. "Do you know where this is? Another sector. maybe?"

"No~" Sans's brow folded over itself as it furrowed and he looked over the numbers repetitively. "There are four numbers there. That can't be right unless it is extraplanarly traveling." When a fifth number showed up and a few weird symbols blipped across the screen before disappearing, Sans pushed away quickly. "It's in the void!"

"Oh the poor baby!" Flug frowned imaging the poor blasters in a world of blackness. "Wait… Isn't that where Gaster is? Do you think they are together?"

"Yep. They are both there and now he knows that we know it too." Sans was pushed as far as he could get into the corner of the bed as if getting away from the screen showing the coordinates would get him further away from his father.

"Oh… Oh love…" Flug switched it off taking out the battery so it was dead. "He's not going to get you, love. I promise. You are safe here." Flug grabbed his phone texting Black Hat to increase their defenses. "I'm going to set up our defenses to make them stronger and target anything from the void."

"Yeah, but if he and my blasters are in the same space, what is to say that they couldn't bring him back with them? How can I summon a blaster knowing that they may bring him back? I don't know what would be worse, him being able to come back or coming back and dying because of how the void works." He clutched his head as he wound himself up.

"Well wouldn't he have tried that when he first went in there? Maybe he doesn't know yet? We could try sending a message? It was the weird Gaster that I got to talk to last time so maybe there are several places that spit things into the void and they don't see everything straight away? Think you can summon the same one back? We can do it in the lab in my containment unit?"

"Wait, what weird Gaster? You talked to somebody from the void?" Sans looked up incredulously.

Flug nodded "Was I not able to tell you? It was before the fight with Papyrus. He was the one that told me about your father. They were friends until he went soft in the void. Apparently the guy who I talked to was a fan of his earlier work and could rival your own father on the evil and corrupt scale… I think he still has my phone."

"My- my dad went soft? I didn't think he could. I suppose a message wouldn't hurt. I have to wonder who you got ahold of though." Without even realizing it, Sans had begun to dig his feet under the covers while they talked.

"Maybe Fell and Red's Dad?" Shrugging Flug grabbed out a pen and paper. "Do you have anything you want to say to him? We could attach a phone to it if you want?"

Sans hummed in thought. "But didn't you say that the guy you talked to had your phone? There is no guarantee that if I summon and dismiss my construct that I'll get the same one or that it will go back to the same place that that one is now. Kinda spotty isn't it?"

Nodding Flug rubbed his chin in thought. "We could always just send another phone through your trash tornado with a note. That's how he got my old phone, but there still isn't a guarantee that your father will actually get it."

"We can try sending a phone with one of the blasters. The trashnado was fixed pretty solidly so I would assume that it dumps it's stuff all in the same place. The guy you talked obviously isn't my father, so no point in sending him another phone." He wasn't looking forward to hearing from his dad again, but if by some chance Gaster was still alive, it would ease his mind a little bit.

Nodding Flug hugged Sans close. "Do you have some more spare phones? We could make it so it only does texting if you want? I know this is a big thing."

"I have a few more. One sec." A puff of ocean spray later and he was gone. Rummaging around his desk, he collected a bunch of the more skeleton friendly phones before teleporting back to the bed with Flug. "I've got six that they should be able to figure out." He spread the assortment of old tech over the blankets between them.

Looking at them Flug picked out the most simplistic style. It didn't even have the option for internet only text and call. The screen had a few scrapes but looked good along with the camera. Flipping it around he snapped a picture of Sans so it was in the phones gallery. "We can leave instructions if you think they need it?"

Shaking his head and giving a grim smirk, "Nah, they're big boys. I'm sure they can figure it out. Heck, if it is my dad who finds it, he was a royal scientist. This should be easier than pie for him."

Smiling Flug nuzzled him. "Do you want to do it now or do you still want to think about it? You can take all the time you need, love."

Taking a shaky breath, Sans shook his head. "Might as well get it out of the way." His right eyelight went out again as his left grew and turned blue. Six miniature blasters appeared randomly around the room and seemed to all be focused on Flug before turning their attention to everything else. One started nuzzling against a hanging plane model suspended from the ceiling as if trying to get it to play tag.

Flug cooed looking at the mini blasters. "They are so adorable! Come here little guys let's get you some communication on you." Gently guiding one closest to him over and fitting the phone in it's jaw the sharp teeth holding it in place. "Now when you go back make sure to find Gaster. Give him the phone. If you are all good I'll work on making you some toys that will work in the void." Flug patted the mini blasters skull happily. "Such good boys!"

"They aren't children." Sans laughed at his antics even as he edged the one that was about to break the model on the ceiling down to receive the next phone. "Leastways I don't think they are. Kinda hard to tell with skeletal creatures."

Shrugging Flug placed another phone into the mouth of a blaster. "They are kind of like puppies though."

"Puppies?" Sans leveled an incredulous look at his mate. He couldn't believe he just compared his constructs, wonderful, powerful, terrifying blasters, to puppies of all things. "In what way are they even remotely like puppies?" The only thing that came to his mind was Dogaressa's pups from the Fresh sector and the Annoying Dog who constantly stole his brother's bones.

"They are dog like skulls and act kind of like dogs? Small dogs are puppies?" Flug tilted his head offering his explanation.

Groaning, Sans shook and dropped his head to his hands. Four hundred years and dracobears are extinct and forgotten, all knowledge of them wiped from humanity's mind for what; dogs!

"Are they not supposed to be like dogs? I figured they were like a guard dog kind of dragon-like skull."

"Eh." He tipped a hand in the air in a so-so motion. "They are a kind of extinct dragon. The real thing was a real pest, even more than dogs are. It was almost as dangerous too."

"Wait these were real creatures? Did you like magicly harvest the skulls?"

"Eh~ Not sure magically would be the right word. There was magic involved, but just to make things a bit easier for restraint and grabbing tools. Like I said, I was really young when I got these." Sans wouldn't meet Flug's eyes as he stroked one of the skulls he had pulled into his grasp.

Flug froze a mini blaster in his hands. "Wait… So these are real creatures skulls you've taken? How are they sentient?! How do they float? How are you even able to control them and manipulate their size?!"

Flinching away from the first question, he dodged it and answered the rest, hoping it would be a good enough distraction. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. They aren't sentient, not really anyway. They have a bit of my magic embedded in each of them and so they act as if they have their own mind but really are reacting to miniscule attractions or intentions from my own mind unless I give them a directive. They float 'cause that is what they did when they were alive and my magic let that part be retained and absorbed. As for how I control them, that is simple. My magic overwhelmed and seized control. They are as much a part of me as any of my bones in my body. They are an extension of me, more or less." Sans shrugged at the end of his little speech, still stroking the skull he had until a finger accidentally slipped into a socket causing it to zip away as he blinked rapidly and rubbed his own socket.

Humming Flug examined the skull he held more closely. "Interesting… So is this just the skull or the whole thing? Can you summon the whole body? Wait! If they get hurt do you get hurt as well? What if they get hurt in the void?"

Shaking his head, he conceded that Flug was definitely just as much of a scientist as himself at heart. This project was definitely a big one, even when it was being founded and the kid was asking just as much as he did back when he first got the skulls.

"Well, that is just the skull. I tried once, shortly after I got these added to my arsenal, to summon the whole body. The result wasn't pretty and the backlash of the magic didn't work out well for me then. I haven't tried it since. As for damaging them, I feel what they take in damage, but I don't take equivalent damage and if they are taking any damage in the void, I haven't felt it."

"Cool." Flug looked over to Sans, excitement lighting up his eyes. "They are so amazing! Do you think I would ever be able to summon them?"

"Not a chance." Sans squashed the idea before it could even bloom. "For one thing, their species is extinct, like I mentioned earlier. For another, the process we had to go through was… beyond inhumane. It pushed the bounds of what even our boss would do I'd like to think. Knowing what I do now, I don't think I could ever perform the process again." He felt sick and tried to suppress the memories. What they had done was gastly.

Nodding Flug frowned petting the mini blaster. "Well if it eases your mind they seem very happy now."

Sans looked up startled, losing his focus for a second and causing all of the skulls to blip for a moment before reappearing. One of them that had a phone was gone, replaced with one without, but this one had what appeared to be a strange hand wrapped around the lower jaw. Instantly all of them turned and focused on that single skull and fired blasts. Sans couldn't stop the scream that ripped from him as he felt the heat of five blasts all over his body and almost instantly they ceased fire. The skull that had been blasted looked fine for the damage, but the hand was gone, just Dust between its teeth and glittering on the floor. Their owner panted on the bed, eyelights dark.

When all the skulls turned on one lone blaster Flug looked as well his eye's going wide at the hand before the blasters fired. Screaming in a mixture of terror and shock Flug jumped clutching his chest, his heart pounding heavily. Turning to Sans Flug cried out "What was that?! That was a hand! A severed hand! Who-who was that?!"

Twitching and shivering where he had collapsed on the bed after the blasters had ceased firing, Sans couldn't very well answer. After a second the entire room vibrated with a single word though, echoing through his magic. HIM.

Whining Flug yanked Sans close to cling to. "Nope nope nope. I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Forget it. Let's leave your dad alone."

In the same instance, Sans's phone rang from where it lay forgotten on the blankets. The caller ID reading simply #3, the phone that had been with the replaced blaster.

Whining Flug offered "Let it go to voicemail?"

A low hum was heard from around the room as the blasters seemed to get ready to fire before the one on Flug's lap launched forward to smack against Sans's skull and stop the second round of firing, forcing him to think. "Answer it. He won't stop otherwise." The ringer stopped only to start back up seconds later, proving Sans correct.

Glupping Flug grabbed the phone and pressed answer. "H-hello?"

"Now that was just rude. You send me a phone, steal one of my playmates, and then annihilate it and don't answer? Rude I say." There sounded to be conversation in the background before a scuffle crowded through the mic.

"Hey! Can you send one of these with a camera? I wanna take pics but Spikes won't make me one! It is so boring here!" The new voice sounded very excitable.

Blinking Flug looked to Sans then back to the phone. "Um I apologize sir We weren't actually sure we would reach anyone and you kind of scared us… The phones have a built in camera but I can try to send a better one. Could I ask who I'm speaking to or I guess what sectors?"

"Ow! Hey! I want it!" more scuffling and a heavy thud of the phone being dropped could be heard before a third voice answered.

"I do apologize. You have reached the Gaster house. I surmise you must be a son of one of us or of one of our cousins in the other sectors. We are distantly related, but tend to all look pretty similar. There are five of us here. Tell me, what is your name so we know who to put on the phone before the poor thing breaks. We are all tired of our own company." The newcomer was slightly airy in their speech, but there was a hint of humor behind their words as well.

Biting his lip Flug awkwardly answered. "I-I'm actually not um… My name's Flug? I'm actually mated with one of your son's, Sans? We have more phones and technology we can send if these do break, we weren't even sure we would get a hold of anyone…" Flug weakly asked, "Is G-Gaster there? Is he actually nicer now?"

Silence rang through the phone before distanced conversation could be heard. "He'll be available soon. Maybe. If by nicer you mean he isn't sacrificing those around him for his science anymore, then yeah. He's still completely invested in his work though. My name is Astral by the way. The one who answered the phone was Spikes, and the other one was Segoe. We also have Blindy somewhere around here." The line fell silent again after he completed his introductions, apparently at a loss for words upon finding out it wasn't his own offspring who had made the connection to them.

Flug frowned the silence causing him to offer out to Astral, "Um what sector are you from? Maybe we could get a hold of your kids and allow you access to communicate together sometime soon? I completely understand um Segoe? It must be boring in a black void…"

"Well, by my calculations, I could have done worse by landing here in the void. Had I entered the coordinates I had been planning on, I likely would have ended up in the anti-void. Much worse. As it is, between all our offspring utilizing those horrible and lazy waste portals they created or that we created for them, we were actually able to make ourselves a nice little home and get our hands of some stuff to keep us interested. Not all of us are quite...scientifically inclined though." His voice took on a concerned tone near the end, suggesting distaste or some other unknown emotion.

Flug chuckled "I know, I talked to one you guys banished from the house… Not a lovely person, but gave us more information about where you were and that we could actually talk to people in the void."

A hum sung through the phone before a strange glitching distorted and unrecognizable sound came through the receiver making Sans move for the first time since the blast. "Dad?"

Blinking at the noise Flug placed the phone between them. "Um mister Gaster? Sans and his mated are here on the phone."

"Sans? Is that really you? My Son? You really still live?" The sounds coming through the receiver weren't recognizable as words of any kind in the english language, but though their telepathic link Sans fed an instant translation to Flug in time with the sounds.

"Uh, yep. I'm still alive. Don't know how, but yeah." Sans confirmed.

Looking to Sans, Flug tilted his head whispering. "What is he talking in? I've never heard it before." Speaking into the phone Flug offered "How are you sir? Do any of you need anything?"

The sounds took on a grating and rough edge as they immediately blasted through the phone from the other end. It took a moment before Sans began the translation again, but with a smirk on his face now. "Oh, well I am just fine and dandy! Just absolutely fabulously fantastic! Perfectly wonderful! Do I need anything? Really? Did you mate an imbecile Sans? Do I need anything? I'm in a fucking void! What don't I need?" The whole translation was obviously very annoyed and rowdy.

"He's not an imbecile dad. He's just human, er, well he was until last night. Not sure how human he is now." Blue dusted his face before he continued. "He was just tryin' to be nice I think a better question is how are you faring in that void? Learn anything interesting? Got anything worth saying?" The words started out conversational before turning taunting. To Flug in their minds he told him It's WingDings, an ancient skeletal language.

Flug huffed at Gaster's remarks before gasping as Sans hinted at their night, hissing out "Sans! Don't tell him that!" As Sans went on Flug crossed his arms adding to the taunting. "Any questions you have about your childrens' lives? Sans is doing quite well for himself. We are both inventors and scientists for Black Hat Incorporated."

I didn't tell him how you lost your humanity. For all he knows it was through science and magic. Trust me, what happened to you isn't normal.

The strange voice came through the phone again, the harshness gone and it actually sounded a bit bouncy now, but the look on Sans's face darkened. "Children? There is more than one? Melinda's second child survived? Sans, tell me of your sibling. Are they strong? How have they fared these past years? It has been years yes? How much time has passed there in the timed world? And what is this, you are with a human who is not human? Did you keep up with my research after you so unceremoniously sent me into this inescapable place?"

"You don't deserve to know about him." Sans spat, fury clear as day across his face. "I never will tell you about him. Not after what you had planned for him. I read your notes, but I made sure nobody would ever find them again. Your research will never see the light of day and will never finish here. Bastard." Without another word he teleported away, the skulls around the room disappearing at the same time.

Flug growled "Damn you Gaster. Why do you have to be such an asshole? Give me back to the others I can't understand you without Sans translating and YOU made him leave."

"W-wAiT! L-LeT Me eXpLaIn!" The words were disjointed and sounded painful to speak, but it was english that was spoken. Mumbles could be heard in the background and a voice closer could be heard telling Gaster "Don't push yourself. You know common messes with your Soul."

Sighing Flug relented. "Fine. Explain. Let it be known that if I don't think it's good enough, I will not allow you to communicate with Sans until he deems ready to try again."

"WoUlDn'T HaVe iT AnY OtHeR WaY." Static took over the phone once more, becoming grated and harsh again before the voice that spoke before told him to stop fussing and just let them help.

"C-can you hear me?" The voice was muffled and after some glitchy sounds in the background the question was posed a second time more clearly.

"Yes, I can hear you." Flug told the voice softly his irritation dissipating at the shy voice.

"Good, good. Sorry about that. Apparently the phone was upside down the first time. Anyway, I'm Blindy. Gaster has a condition that makes it very hard on his Soul to speak common, the language understood by all forms of life, so I'll just translate for him if that is okay with you?" The voice sounded hopeful.

"Thank you, Blindy. I appreciate you helping."

"Good, good, very good. Go ahead Gaster." There was a pause before the glitchy sound in the background started again after heaving a heavy breath. Shortly after, Blindy started talking into the phone. "So apparently Gaster was asking after his child, er his other child, not his son, because he remembered the child was very weak and he hadn't expected it to live. Uh, as for the time thing, well," Gaster voice got harsh again and Blindy could be heard telling him to hush for a moment before returning, "Well, time here is not quite linear and can be hard to measure what with their being no form of day or night. If the date on this phone is correct though, and I assume it is, then by what the others say, it has been quite a few years since they all came to be here. A lot can happen in that time."

Gaster broke in again and after shushing him and then relenting, Blindy went back to being a translator. "Anyway~ Gaster says that his son's reaction is completely proper considering what he had been planning for the youngest of his offspring. He doesn't want to go into the details as they are ah, okay. Apparently they are pretty nasty and well, I don't personally don't do well with all that stuff. Mind if I skip over the details?" The translator sounded pained as if he expected Flug to demand for the information.

Sighing and shaking his head Flug was greatful in the pause. "Yes, please skip over the details. It was bad enough hearing what happened to Sans. Before you continue let me answer a few things." Collecting his thoughts Flug breathed "Okay, to start I won't tell you much on your second child due to Sans's displeasure. I will tell you that Papyrus is his name and he is alive and healthy."

Cheers could be heard through the background from the obviously assembled and listening others in the house.

Chuckling Flug continued. "He is twenty-seven, we are practically the same age. Meaning that is roughly how long you've been in the void."

Gasps were heard as well as murmurs between the assembled members of the listeners.

Flug nodded along to the reactions. "Yup, so technically you haven't been in the void for too long. Um anything else?"

"Forgive me, Flug, right? You said you are about the same age as Gaster's youngest and yet are mated to Sans?" There was a pause before he continued. "Do- um, I don't know how to delicately ask this…"

Flug groaned. "Not you guys too! I'm human, okay? We get married and start having kids around our 20s and 30s. I'm perfectly fine to mate someone." Grumbling Flug added "I would be perfectly fine to have kids if my DNA didn't decide to make me a monster. Now I have to wait sixty years to do anything." Sighing Flug relented "But no Sans isn't cradle robbing and being a pedifile, I was of age before I started converting into a monster."

"Right! Okay. That covers…" More static from Gaster led to a one sided barely audible debate until Blindy finally returned to the phone. "So Gaster wants to know how that is possible. Judging by his son's outburst, Sans isn't pursuing his research, so how did he manage to change your DNA? If it is gory, I really don't wanna know but the others are practically falling over themselves to know." Sounding very put upon a sound similar to 'Nnnng' was heard followed by screeching then Blindy laughing. "Gets them every time." He laughed quietly to Flug. "They hate my tongue. Apparently it is weird."

"Uh huh um…" Flug blushed whining trying to figure out how to tell them without saying it was due to large amounts of cum. "Uhhh well we didn't um… We didn't plan on this happening."

"Spill it! I've got the next ten bags of Jelly beans on this!" Segoe yelled from the background.

"Well we ugh… we didn't know how magic and humans would mix and um we…" Flug blushed his face hot.

"Come on kid!" Astral called out laughing before crying out as Spikes told him off.

"Sex! We had sex! And I got a cum kink and damn we messed up, okay!"

"Haha! Beans for the win! I get the next ten bags. Take that Dingus!" Segoe's laugher mixed with Gaster's grating speech as he yelled at the excitable housemate.

"Well, congrats kid, you just made Segoe a happy skeleton. He bet that you got fucked so hard your humanity was washed away. Everybody else had more realistic scientific theories." Blindy laughed and the laughter faded as he moved away from it. "So, while they are distracted, mind telling me more about yourself? They are so obsessed with Sans and their own kids they seem to have glanced over learning about the mind who made this possible. I know Sans didn't reach out after all this time just because he missed his dad. Who are you?"

Flug whined at the laughter. He was so embarrassed. These guys didn't even know him and he admitted to something so embarrassing. Scrubbing at his face Flug smiled. "Um thank you for asking. I'm not very interesting besides being an inventor and scientists for a demon villain. I was just curious when Sans made a mini blaster and we started trying to find out where they went when he didn't have them. I already knew of the void through Sans and knew we could call due to talking to the guy you banished. He got a hold of my cell phone that went in Sans's trash tornado. Sorry I'm rambling. Um anything special you want to know?"

"Hmmm, well I'm a bit of a gossip at Soul, so while I don't like the gore, I do love a good romance. Tell me, how did you, a human end up meeting Sans, who, from what I understand, is a skeleton. How did that become a thing? He swoop in and save you from some terrifying danger or give you a kiss of life. Was it love at first sight or what. Com'on, help a guy out." Blindy spoke conspiratorially as if he were hiding from the rest of the gang on his end.

Flug laughed "No, nothing like that. My boss was hiring since monsterkind were free we were looking for help. I talked him into letting me have an assistant in the lab so I was doing interviews. Not many people hire skeletons so a villain organization was perfect to try for and I was able to snatch him up before the heroes. We hit it off well. I wasn't turned away from skeletons since I work for a demon and my colleagues are a mutated lizard woman and my own creation 5.0.5 which happens to be a large blue bear. Being that I was wearing a paper bag over my head also didn't make me one to judge… Once we got to know each other it was easy to like him. He's very sweet and caring if a little overprotective." Flug smiled sighing happily as he was able to talk about his lover. He sent his loving feeling through their bond.

"Okay, that is just so...so...I wanna say cute, but really it is boring. Where is the adventure? You are only a kid once! If you are a monster now, live it up while you can! Spin him off his feEEET! SPIKES, GIVE IT BACK!"

"Human, is Blindy jabbering your ear off with his bullshit about romance. I swear that idiot reads way too many romance novels. We get a ton of them from the one gateway in." Spikes growled. The sounds of Blindy complaining loudly nearby were clear as he begged to have his 'gossip buddy' back.

Laughing Flug shook his head, these guys were a riot. "My love life was too boring for him. Um not to be insulting, but are you from the Fell sector because you sound just like Fell and Red."

"You know my sons?" His scathing tone switched to interested and almost immediately Blindy stopped his screeching before starting to yell for the others before a thud was heard. "Oops." Spikes breathed, not a hint of apology to be found in his inflection. "How are the rug-rats doing?"

"They are great! They work here too. Your son Fell is actually mated to my boss, the demon. He has a clutch right now, Black Hat isn't sure on how many eggs will make it. I guess I can be the first to prematurely congratulate you on being a grandfather." Flug grinned happy to be able to share the exciting news with the Gaster.

"Huh. I'd expect nothing less from my son. What about his brother. Still acting like a piece of shit and sleepin' at the bar? He's been doing that since he could walk." Spikes was proud and that was clear, but he also sounded a little distant and cold, as if he was trying to be above it all.

"I'm not sure. He helps out around the mansion but I don't see him a lot. He's a big help, though."

"Good, it is about time he made himself useful. Stars know he was useless to me, always intoxicated. Probably a good thing. Best thing Fell ever did for any of us was shove me through that damn machine. I'll admit I was wrong back then, but I'm- The boys are strong and safe. Good for them." Shouting could be heard again and with a much put upon sigh, Spikes asked, "Anything else you need? It sounds like Astral has Segoe in a magic lock again and I have to break them up. Blindy is...ah..incapacitated for now?"

"Yes, I have one more thing. Do you want me to connect you to them next time? It would be easy to pass along numbers and phones for you to talk to them."

Spikes shrugged before remembering the person on the phone couldn't see him. "Sure. I don't think he'll call me and I don't blame 'im one bit. I wouldn't call me if I'd done the things I have. I won't complain. That all?"

"They might, but yes that's all." Flug was going to at least get pictures if not phones for each of the Gaster's in the Gaster house.

"Well then." A shriek cut through the line. "Fuck, ASTRAL! LET HIM FUCKING GO! HE ISN'T WORTH THE CLEANING YOU'LL BE DOING FOR THE NEXT WHO KNOWS HOW LONG CAUSE I SURE AS HELL AIN'T CLEANIN' UP THAT SHIT!" The line went dead seconds later, just after thuding off of something that yelped.

Chuckling Flug shook his head waddling his way to the lab. He had some phones to fix up, heavy duty cameras to make, and some toys and entertainment for the Gaster's and blasters.

Sans didn't hear the door open or Flug enter the lab. He was completely absorbed in the blueprints holographed in front of him as he altered variables in a table and watched the entire thing shift each time. Behind the graph was what appeared to be some sort of gauntlet or heavy duty wristband out of a videogame. It wasn't anything like the few prototypes they had started insofar for production.

Instead of speaking or touching Sans which could possibly startle him Flug decided to let him work as he gathered his own materials to work on the Gaster House projects. He was curious as to what Sans was working on, however it looked like what Sans told him not to peek at.

So sunk into his calculations, Sans didn't hear Flug's shuffling or notice his Soul presence. He needed to get this device finished and soon. He couldn't keep putting it off. It needed done. With that mantra running through his mind, he pushed on and hoped against hope that Flug didn't come into the lab before he finished. He knew they had the materials. It would be the work of minutes to put together the device with the technology they had now, but he wanted it to be a surprise completely and totally. Unfortunately he had found a break in the coding though, one that could have catastrophic consequences if not fixed and it wasn't simple either.

Sitting at his desk Flug started tinkering with the phone parts making sure they worked before setting them in a stack. Once he had four that worked he turned to the camera. It just needed the lens replaced. While he fixed it Flug hummed softly getting absorbed in his work and tiny parts.

With that small, non-mechanical sound, Sans froze before looking over his shoulder to see where Flug was. When he saw that he wasn't paying him any attention, he felt sweat bead on his brow and in an unobtrusive movement, changed projects and began working on one of their prototypes as if that was his project the whole time. He had been so close too!

Sometime later Flug groaned reaching for the ceiling with a stretch. Looking over to Sans he softly asked "How is it coming along? I just about finished all the things for the Gaster House crew. They were very interesting and nice. I wonder if we could do video calls?" Flug quickly wrote down the idea adding it to his already long list for the group. Smiling he rambled along summarizing what Sans missed when he left. "Oh, I found out Spikes is Fell's and Red's father. I think he was happy to know he was going to be a grandfather. They all seemed eager to know about what happened while they've been in there… You dad seems to have mellowed out and he respects your wishes on not wanting to tell him about Papyrus, I only told him name and age nothing else since you didn't want him to know… Though they kinda know about us changing my DNA now…" Flug blushed "They were really interested after I told them me and Papyrus are around the same age. I didn't want them to think bad about you in taking advantage of a kid… They are really nice though."

Although he didn't turn around, Sans was listening to every little detail Flug said about the scientists in the void. Those people, once abusive and without moral were nice? Was Flug forgetting everything that his father had done to him after a few words meant to curry favor? He fought against the tears of betrayal, telling himself that the kid was just naive to their ways. Sooner or later he would learn the truth. Monsters were the best at hiding just how monstrous they could be, and he knew that from experience. After all, people saw him as a helpless and gentle person. He was far from either. Instead he just hummed appropriately and let his beloved ramble. So long as he didn't start thinking he could retrieve or worse, join the scientists in the void, things should be able to be managed.

Smiling Flug continued to ramble "I think Spikes and your father are the worst of the crew. It makes me wonder if the others experimented on their kids as well or if it was a genuine accident that they ended up there. Spikes sounded guilty about what he'd done and didn't believe Fell or Red would want to talk to him. Your dad is still an asshole, but I do think the others are rubbing off on him. Blindy is against violence and gore so he definitely had to censor himself."

"Well I can vouch for the work that Spikes did." Sans finally put in. "As for the others, Segoe was absent and an abusive drunk to his kids. Even raped his eldest once. Astral I think really was an accident as he honestly did care about his kids before disappearing. He was completely obsessed with space, even before we got out of the Underground and his kids inherited his obsession. Blindy I've never heard of, so either he was in one of the Sectors I never visited or he's been in there for longer than the Underground has been established." Putting the finishing touches on the prototype model he'd been working on, he set it aside for testing later. If it worked they would have another commercial to film soon.

Blinking Flug gave a small "Oh…" The Gaster gang didn't seem as sweet anymore. "I would have never thought since he was so bubbly. I'm glad at least one of them didn't ruin their kids' lives."

"Heh, yeah. Astral's kids didn't even notice he disappeared. They were too busy looking at the sky to see what they lost on this Earth." He shook his head in disgust and turned to lean back against the table behind him and looked at Flug. "I can't really blame you for falling for their charms. Monsters are really good at that. Heck, you still see me as something breakable. When you first met me, would you have guessed half of the shit I've done or been through?"

Flug frowned "Yeah, but would you have thought of half the things I've been through…" Flug shook his head "Nevermind I wore a paper bag over my head you knew I was messed up."

Cutting in chuckling, Sans waved his hand. "Nah, wasn't the bag that gave you away babe. It was the thing you worked for and your reputation on the database. Plus you were human. I have only met one or two good humans since the War, so I already expected the worst."

Pouting Flug stuck out his tongue. "Thanks darling~ judged me on my boss and being human. I just saw you as a brilliant scientist and inventor."

Putting a hand to his chest, feigning hurt he cried out, "Oh, you have seen right through me. My eyes must have betrayed my truth!"

Chuckling Flug shook his head. "Oh hush you… So, do you want to send out some phones and the camera? I have them finished." Flug turned back to his desk writing out a short note stating 'Here are your phone's and Segoe's requested camera. If you want anything just text me at this number.' Flug signed the note and wrote his number before slipping the note, camera, and phones into a bag. "I'm thinking of making some more things or at least some toys for the blasters. Do you have any ideas? Sorry I know they aren't very innocent guys I just feel like I need to help them since they are trapped there. You know how I hate being trapped places. I'm just sorry if you don't want anything to do with them. Just say the word and I won't bring it up."

"I won't complain too much about them so long as you don't start getting ideas about crossing barrier of the void." He was dead serious and the way his gaze sharpened made it very clear that he would brook no argument on the subject. "My dad was always a piece of work. I mean, heck, he managed to seduce Black Hat and get him pregnant without him ever realizing it was all just for scientific interest. Anybody who can do that deserves some level of wariness."

"Fuck no I wouldn't try to go there and of course your dad is an asshole you have to be careful with those." Flug smirked at his slight joke. "But in all seriousness, I won't try to go there or bring them back I just want to make it a bit better for them over there."

"Just be careful, okay? That's all I ask. You wanna get that sent out?" He gestured at the sack Flug had just finished tying off.

Nodding Flug walked over giving Sans a kiss "Yes, please. I promise to be careful. I live with a literal demon, I'm pretty good at standing my ground."

"All I'm saying is to watch so they don't take the ground out from under you." He summoned a blaster so that Flug could attach the care package. "Now with all that said, there is something I want to take care of, so I am gonna be gone for a few days. I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly. Do you think you'll be okay?"

Kissing him again Flug nodded. "I'll be fine. I'll stay here or in the room so no one will see all this," Flug motioned to his belly, "until I get it all drained. Love please make the plug easy to take out so I'll be free of all this fuckin weight." Chuckling Flug leaned on Sans.

"Sure hun. Let's go to the bath and get that taken care of. Run some blood tests while I'm out so that we have a gage of how much you've been affected, okay?" He wrapped Flug in a tight hug before asking, "Teleport?"

Nodding his agreement he closed his eyes. "Thank you. I'll make sure to take pictures and write down what I find."

"Thanks." a moment later they were in the chilled bathroom and Sans was releasing Flug to go start up a warm bath. "You've had that in for a while, so it may feel strange when it's gone. Fair warning." His amusement rolled through their bond as he worked. He liked seeing Flug so full, but the kid had work to do and he couldn't go showing the whole world he'd been fucked recently. They did have some standards, if not many.

Chuckling Flug nodded as he shucked off his clothes. "It has been a while, a lot longer than last time. Though I wouldn't be against doing this again at some place a little more secluded." Stepping into the warm water Flug sighed motioning Sans closer. "Are you joining me or leaving soon? I don't mind as long as I get a kiss before you go."

"Unfortunately I really want to get this done as soon as I can. I've been putting it off for too long." He shrugged sheepishly before stepping up and giving Flug a quick peck and dissolving the heavy beads of magic that had been acting as a plug. "Just give me a call on the phone or through our bond and I'll respond soon as I am able. I'm gonna be using a lot of magic and won't always be in range. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. Love you babe."

Groaning as the beads dissolved and cum started to slowly flow out. Flug nodded along to Sans understanding. He knew how projects got time consuming. Pouting when he only got a peck Flug demanded. "Kiss me better and you can go."

Smirking, Sans leaned back in and pressed a kiss directly to Flug's lips, running a tongue laden with static over his lips and releasing a hot breath. "I'll miss you babe." Just like that, he was gone, a breath of ocean air and nothing else remaining to prove he had ever been there except Flug's slowly draining bulge.

Sighing happily, Flug sank deeper into the water. "Fuck I love that skeleton." Resigned to be stuck in the tub for a while, Flug stretched, pulling out his phone from his pants and started reading about new scientific discoveries.