Hey, everyone! Welcome to the first story and fanfiction I have ever written, so that may explain the mediocre quality.
Please tell me what you think in the comments, which may help me become better. Thanks!
Also, these —————————— mean that a time skip occurs and/or Point Of View is changed
On with the story . . .
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Chapter One
Into Mount Ebott
There was a large table with people sitting around it in a darkened room.
"The monsters are getting restless. We need to study them," A chubby scientist declared to the group of serious looking men.
"They don't trust us," A man added, a bit unnecessarily.
"We could send someone in to bribe them with technology." Another person proposed.
A man at the end of the table thought to himself with a dubious expression. "That seems possible. Does anyone want to volunteer?" The man asked the group.
Nobody raised their hand until a more casual seeming scientist raised their hand.
"I may go." The man said a bit timidly.
"Gaster? You are too important to our society to risk going into that place of horrors!" The man at the end of the table responded incredulously.
"I sort of already made all of my good ideas patented already," The man named Gaster said back, shrugging as he spoke.
"Does anyone else want to volunteer?" The man said, ignoring this statement as he stared around the table.
Nobody raised their hand.
"Alright, Gaster, I'll find someone who does want to come with you-" "I should go sleep. I don't want to set a bad example to my children, being awake at this hour," Gaster interrupted the man, leaving the table and coming up the stairs on the side of the darkened room.
The man sighed, irritated. Well, that's Gaster for you he would think, rubbing his temple frustratedly. "We'd better go home, men. It's late." The man said defeated.
There was a silent scraping of chairs as the scientists around the table left the house to their own homes.
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Sans, a surprisingly short 14-year old, was sleeping soundly in his bed.
He had spent the night before listening closely at a meeting his father had with his fellow employees on a subject he could not catch, before submitting and falling asleep.
His usual morning consisted of waking up by the sound of his father calling him downstairs for breakfast, mumbling to himself for a while as he stirred, waking up his brother Papyrus for his own breakfast, and going downstairs to eat some waffles with a newspaper in hand reading the funnies for the day.
Chuckling at the latest Calvin and Hobbes strip with Papyrus, Sans went for a glass of milk as Gaster seemed to be bursting to say something. "We're going on a business trip today, Sans," he said rather sheepishly to Sans.
Sans groaned. It wasn't the first time he forced us on one of his so-called "trips". Last time Gaster forced the two children to one of these they sat around on a proclaimed kids area for a few hours, having to support one of Papyrus' sugar rushes the whole time.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Papyrus bumping into Sans by running happily. Papyrus was a surprisingly tall 10-year old boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled somehow when he was feeling joyful. He also seemed to never cease to grow a few milimitres every week, surpassing Sans' height a few days ago.
Sans then lovingly noogied Papyrus with some difficulty, much to his proclaims of joking complaint.
Well, Sans thought, he's quite sluggish, isn't he? Papyrus would usually start pushing him playfully, but he seemed less energetic than usual this morning.
After he finished his worn out waffles, Sans went upstairs to change into his usual outdoors outfit consisting of a blue hoodie, jet black basketball shorts and some pink slippers (Gaster usually allows this, unless it was raining. Then, Sans wears some gray shoes.).
When Sans exited his room before bumping into some heavy baseball bats that Gaster used when they played the sport (which landed on his foot), He grumpily followed Papyrus with his red scarf to their father's Jeep.
"Vroom, Vroom! Here we go!" Gaster said to the children as he started the car and began to drive somewhere, but Sans wasn't sure where exactly.
Both in the car, sitting next to each other, Papyrus pokes Sans in the arm for no reason.
"Rghh. Dad! Paps is poking me," Sans complains childishly to his father.
"You're poking my brain, you two," Gaster replies distractedly, "I need to concentrate here."
Sans groans irritatedly to himself as he shoots his patented deluxe-shiny-quality death glare to Papyrus, who just grinned back in response.
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Sans was having a peaceful sleep before Gaster shook him awake.
"Come, Sans. We must walk from here," he said to Sans in a quiet tone.
Sans then groans for a bit, before getting up and walking his way up a mountain he didn't recognize. What was it called again? He wondered for a bit before asking his father.
"This mountain is called Mount Ebott, Sans" Gaster replies to Sans.
Sans thinks to himself as he walks up the mountain, supposedly called Mount Ebott. Wasn't this where the monsters were trapped? And if so, why are we here?
Sans didn't dare ask the latter before they reached the top. Although he did notice Gaster speaking into an unknown device in his ear.
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"Why are we here, father?" Sans asks bravely to Gaster, who was entering a huge gap in the top of the mountain.
"You'll see." Gaster replies with a smile as he pulls the children down a big hole with him.
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I hope you enjoyed that! I know it's not that good, and probably short, so please tell me how I could improve. Thanks!