There was a stand and a water cooler at the end of the bridge.

For a moment, Harry felt himself pause as he stared at the sleeping skeleton- exactly how many jobs did Sans have around here- before the sound of something crashing to the ground reached his ears causing the teenager to glance backwards.

Undyne, it seemed, was finally roasted.

The heavy armor no doubt had been slowly baking her alive and if she stayed put too long, Harry had little doubt she would become fried fish... Shame he mentally sworn off ever eating fish again when running for his life. Now that he knew the crazy fish woman wasn't going to murder him with his back turned, Harry allowed his shoulders to slump as he made his way to the cooler.

There wasn't much water left in it, barely enough to fill the glass but it was enough.

He crossed the bridge once more, the only sound being his heels upon the wood before kneeling down next to the spear happy knight while doing his best to lift her up enough so she wouldn't choke as he pressed the glass to her lips; tilting both it and her head to ensure she actually drunk it instead of it ending up a sputtering mess.

Honestly, the teen had no idea how she recovered so fast but once the glass was empty she was standing- granting him a strange look- before marching away.

"Well you handled the situation pretty well, Pal. I half expected you to drink the water yourself."

Glancing at Sans- How long had he been awake?- the teen granted the skeleton an unimpressed look.

"She needed it more."

Harry didn't think it was possible for Sans smile to grow anymore that what it was usually was but as he was learning here, the impossible happened every day.


Though he's not sure how Sans talked him into it, the emerald eyed teen finds himself sitting across the table of the pun-wielding skeleton in an event that could only be classified as a 'Date'.

A date with a skeleton... Oh how Harry missed Sanity, for it obviously did not exist here.

I dOn'T tHiNk ThIs Is LeGal.

Emerald eyes darted upwards meeting the shadow that was all but hunched over him before arching a brow in a silent question.

ThOuGh I cAn'T qUiTe TeLl If It ShOuLd Be BeCaUsE yOuR oLdEr ThEn HiM oR yOuNgEr.

And how exactly was someone supposed to be both older yet younger then someone?

It'S cOmPlIcAtEd. NoW pAy AtTeNtIoN, sAnS iS wAiTiNg FoR a RePlY tO hIs ThReAt.

For a moment, Harry blinked once then twice- Sans threat?-before focusing his gaze on the usually friendly skeleton. Only to find those empty sockets were pitch black as a heavy aura of Killing Intent surrounded the other. For a moment all the teen could do was stare before;

"I'm sorry, I zoned out for a bit there. I don't suppose your willing to repeat your willing to repeat your little speech again?"

What? It was hard to be scared of something you didn't hear. Is Sans was making a threat, Harry would at least like to know what he had to be wary of -after all for all he knew the other had just proclaimed an Unrelenting Prank War- when around the skeleton. White pinpricks reappeared in the other's sockets as he stared for a moment in silent disbelief before laughing.

"Don't worry about it Pal. I doubt you're that type of person anyway," The teenager could only stare in confusion as the pun loving skeleton meet his gaze, "Though there is one thing I want to ask you about."

Those white pinpricks were practically burning through him with the intensity in the Skeleton's gaze as his smile exchanged itself for a serious look that seemed rather out of place on the other's face.

"Where's your Soul?"


Confusion.

There was nothing but pure honest confusion hidden within those unique emeralds. Many might have missed it- possibly even overlooked it considering the neutral look that soon followed- but if nothing else Sans liked to consider himself rather talented at reading others.

"What's it to you?"

The youngers soft voice broke the silence as the younger titled his head while ever so slightly shifting so he wasn't restricted by the table between them, there was no doubt the ebony haired teen was already plotting the quickest route out of the Resort and away from the skeleton. It took Sans a moment to realize why, once he did though the small skeleton fount himself having to resist the urge to face palm.

After all, Harry was a Human trapped in the Underground where they 'collect' -rather violently in some cases- Human Souls to achieve their freedom. Okay, maybe he could have worded that better. Holding up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, Sans offered the other a friendly smile.

"Wow, its not like that Pal. I've witness you be drawn into battle before but your Soul never appears. I'm just a bit worried since its not all that natural."

In less, of course, Harry was Soulless, but Sans highly doubted it. There was too much life in those eyes, a burning inferno that nothing short of Death could extinguish, which could only mean the teen had done something -maybe even hidden- His Own Soul. Had the Skeleton not needed to see that Soul, the shorter of the two might have even congratulated the other on his accomplishment of keeping it hidden so far, but he did need to see it.

Something was 'Off' -wrong, unnatural, against the code- about Harry, who by all rights shouldn't even exist.

The Freak wasn't supposed to have a brother, it was an orphan -no family, no friends- with nothing and no one but itself. Yet everything about this Timeline was Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

Grillby was missing.

The Freak had a Brother and was years too early.

Two Anomalies, one of which he knew was the Freak and the only major change in the timeline was Harry.

Harry had to be the Second Anomaly.

Though he didn't have proof, Sans was certain everything was connected, that somehow- someway- it all came back to the well-mannered teen. He was willing to bet his Gaster Blasters on it.

For a moment, silence consumed the table as skeptical emerald moved over the hoodie wearing skeleton -taking in his every feature as their owner searched for a sign of deception- yet finding none.

"My Soul is-" The teen started causing Sans to lean forward in anticipation before those inhuman emeralds focused on something behind him, "Frisk!"

My soul is Frisk?

Confusion filled the other's eyes for a moment before the words fully registered as the teen all by vanished from his spot at a speed that would make one think the other had fount how to access Sans' shortcuts. Slowly turning his skull, the Skeleton was meet with the sight of the Teen sweeping the Freak off it's feet with barely concealed relief in his eyes. It took more restraint then Sans would like to admit to ignore the urge to use His Blue Magic to tear the two apart only so he could safely blast the Freak back to Hell without hitting the older human.

Damn it.