Chapter XVII

Bad hair day

He couldn't be blamed, he didn't know. He was afraid, they all were. Still, he had nearly killed him. And this thought horrified him. Not because he would have had innocent blood on his hands, he wasn't sure any human could be considered as such a thing, but because Papyrus would have seen it all.

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Nah… Actually, nothing happened!

Welp, not like that anyway.

My magic isn't strong enough.

Not at all...

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As much as he would love to be powerful enough to oppose an actual threat when needed, Sans can barely conjure three bones at a time and pray for at least one of them to aims right to his target. Meaning that, back then, he was even worse at attacking with magic. However, he had been lucky since one his bone was a bit sharp and scratched the human's arm. Of course, it wasn't enough to hurt him, but it let Sans time to get between this threat and his little brother.

Nevertheless, the reaction of the human was everything but what the teenager expected. Instead of eyes full of hatred, all he saw was confusion, doubt, fear. Those eyes weren't the ones of a killer, they belonged to someone who was only trying to defend himself. Slowly, Sans dissipated his magic and the flame of anger which was burning in his look soon died. And they stood, face to face, not even daring to glance at the other. That was until the brown-eyed boy finally spoke.

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'You're not gonna kill me?'

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oOo

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'Wouah! Humans can be so different from each other!'

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The human, then known as Jeff, smiled nervously. Leaning back against a rock, Sans was watching carefully his brother's annoying games. Games which, besides, involved playing with the other human's hair. Well, since Sans wouldn't let Papyrus play with his as often as before, the kid had to make up for it otherwise. This otherwise currently being using Jeff instead of his brother. Saying that having an invasive skeleton child considering you as a wonderful attraction is uncomfortable would be putting it nicely. Especially when the aforesaid skeleton has a strange obsession with hair. However, since Sans was left alone for once, he wasn't even feeling sorry for not feeling sorry.

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'Jeff? How old are you?'

'Uh… fifteen.'

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The other teenager raised his head, noticing he was starting to fall asleep by the way. The question was… unusual. Especially since it was asked by Papyrus, who hardly cared about the age of people.

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Geez…

The only time we talked about that was because I had to explain him I am not an adult!

Why on earth is he asking such a thing?!

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'This is strange… You are older than Sans, but your hair is not turning white.'

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Without thinking about what the kid was implying, Sans finally joined their talk.

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'Paps, you don't have grey hair when you're fifteen.'

'But mum said that when humans grow old, their hair turns white.'

'Yeah, very old. About fif-ty, not fif-teen.'

'But you are not fifty?'

'No, I'm not…' He stopped, finally realizing something. 'I'm not that old.'

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Slowly, he reached a strand of his chocolate hair which remained under the hood of his parka with his hand. He bit his lip while tearing one, then he examined it. Papyrus was right: it was growing white from the root.

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What the hell…

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'Why didn't you say anything 'bout it, Paps?'

'I thought it was normal.' The kid then became worried. 'But it's not… Is it? '

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Understanding what his brother feared, Sans immediately tried to reassure him even though he was sure of nothing at that point. It wasn't a big deal, just a consequence of what happened to his soul. He would be fine, there was nothing to worry about. In fact, the teenager was merely hoping he would be…

However, away from the two brothers, Jeff was truly wondering what was going on. From his point of view, all of this was pure nonsense: they were almost implying that Sans, which he believed was the name of the oldest skeleton, was a human. Which he obviously was not! First, they were brothers and Papyrus could be nothing else than a monster. Second, even admitting that Sans was disguised, Jeff had clearly seen him using magic. And he knew for sure that it would be impossible if he was human. Then again, he couldn't be a skeleton if he had hair…

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'Gah! It makes no freaking sense!'

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The boy only realized he had said it out loud when he felt the looks Papyrus and Sans were giving him.

Wrote half of the chapter without being able to get Pafriskus out of my mind… I'm sorry. I'm So Sorry. The title was actually here only for the pun, because of Pafriskus. And because I love to draw the hair of this version of Sans. And spent hours drawing him, actually. So now I really know how to describe him.

Oh, and I've finally drawn a cover for this fic!

You'll get some explanation about who Jeff is (though it's obvious, and I still don't know I called him Jeff, and I'll keep laughing at the fact he has chocolate eyes XD Wait, I just saw the bag which is responsible for this name) and what he's trying to do.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, even though it's not even a bit interesting. For my defense, I needed it so the cover would make Sans! Nah, I'm lying. Especially since the cover illustrates things which will happen later. Ok, so enough with the bad puns! Have a good day!