:-"Whispers of the Forgotten"-:

Torn apart, stretched across all of time, and being nowhen all at once, Sans and Papyrus' consciousnesses attempt to reassert themselves in reality, but fail repeatedly.

A mysterious voice leaves a mixed up imprint in their combined consciousness.

It's in wingdings.

"Seven… I cannot say my solution will be perfect, but you will live."
"Six… No matter, this old skeleton has a few new tricks up his sleeve."
"Two… This is a rather unfortunate state of being. Can't leave without help."
"One… Sans? I did not expect to see you here."
"Five… You boys always did get into trouble together, didn't you?"
"Three… No matter, I can fix it… One of the boons of being everywhen and nowhen."
"Four… Wait… Papyrus is with you? That complicates matters…"
"Eight… I hope you don't mind the counting, it helps me stay sane and keep track of things."

Confused, Papyrus wakes up on the top of a large open hill. The area looks familiar, but it's missing something…

Standing up, Papyrus looks around to get his bearings, "strange, i could have sworn-. wait a minute… why am i talking like that lazybones?! sans! sans, where are you?! saaaans, this isn't funny!"

"What's this? A Skeleton? Here? You don't belong here."
"Skeleton monsters aren't supposed to exist yet."

:-:

Somehow recognizing the voice, and having a name for it, Papyrus asks, "cu-270! have you seen my brother? i could have sworn i picked him up and jumped into the time thingy with him!"

"You know me in this form? So, you time travelled… Please follow me, we can't stay here."

:-:

Papyrus' shadow begins to move without him moving, and he recognizes that it is CU-270 doing it.

Though still wanting answers, Papyrus decides to follow CU-270, for half the day, to a secluded building on the outskirts of an unrecognizable town.

"Here, put on one of these robes. When did you come from?"

:-:

Wanting some answers first, Papyrus demands, "wait just a moment. i've followed you here all day and now we are alone, and you are making me wear robes over my 'battle body!' i want to know where sans is, where i am, and why i know your name!"

Papyrus' shadow shrugs.

"I don't know where Sans is. As for where you are, this is the outskirts of a human town."
"You can't be seen. If one of these stupid humans saw a walking skeleton right now…"
"…They would be scared."
"I don't know why you know my name."

:-:

Standing in his usual heroic pose, Papyrus declares, "they have no need to fear the great papyrus!"

"Put the robes on, they'll make you look like royalty so no one will bother you."

:-:

Not wanting to cover his costume up, but also not minding looking like royalty, Papyrus considers it for a moment… then decides to go along with it. "fine, but will you help me find sans?"

"Before I can help, I need more information. When was your intended destination?"

:-:

Papyrus thinks for a while… nothing comes to mind, at first, but eventually an answer comes to him. "i do not know exactly, but i somehow know that sans entered a bunch of letters and numbers for 'forced variation,' 'universal constants,' and 'natural variation,' and that they resolved to -242."

"'Universal Constants?' That doesn't sound right…"
"It should have been 'Uniform Progression of Time.'"
"If he entered data assuming it was a constant… Were you both supposed to go?"

:-:

Thinking hard, now understanding that he seems to have most of Sans' recent memories, Papyrus looks for the answer.

If doesn't take long to find it, "no, it was only supposed to be him. Me jumping in with him caused us to be joined together in a weird way."

"No, much worse actually. The extra data, and the erroneous FUN value…"
"…Would have caused an unresolvable error."
"Which, essentially, should have resulted in you both being strung out across all of time…"
"That begs the question… how did you get here?"

:-:

Something almost forgotten resurfaces in Papyrus' mind, "oh, that is easy, our dadster saved us!"

"Dadster? … You mean Gaster? Hmm… Interesting… Very interesting…"
"Hold on… let me take on a different form…"

:-:

Papyrus' shadow shifts, detaches, and coalesces into the shape of a small human…

It almost reminds him of an older Frisk, but it slowly takes on the colours and shapes of a pale, skinny teen, with red pin pricks of light for eyes that are floating in an impossibly deep darkness. He seems to be wearing some sort of jumpsuit, and has a sad expression on his face.

Impatient, Papyrus asks, "can we go find sans now? i am really worried about him…"

When CU-270 speaks, not even a hint of his emotions can be heard, "no, he was probably sent to another point in time. In order to find him we'll have to enlist the aid of humans, but humans aren't very good at magic yet."

Confidently, Papyrus declares, "we don't need humans! i am the great papyrus! surely i can do what ever needs to be done!"

A sigh from CU-270, and he replies, "right. I used to be a lot like you, but I've failed too much. I just keep trying because I feel like I have to. I'm not sure I can fix anything."

Heroically, Papyrus declares, "fear not! i, the great papyrus, will help you! and in return, you will help me! we can thus help each other, and together we can fix anything! nyeh heh heh heh!"

CU-270 seems to smile a little, but frowns again, "maybe. This is the first time I've seen you here. Follow me… someone is going to be here soon, and we shouldn't be seen here. Then we can talk about plans to find your brother, (and maybe saving reality.)"

Papyrus follows, but didn't quite catch the bit at the end, "finding my brother and saving who?"

CU-270 doesn't respond.

:-:

After turning a corner, Papyrus realizes that they are now in a secluded field in the middle of the forest.

The location is foreign to him, but he can somewhat make out the peak of mount Ebott to the south west.

CU-270 stops and says, "here we are, home sweet home."

Papyrus points out the obvious, "there isn't anything here."

CU-270 nods, "correct, this is where my home used to be. A long time ago. Enough dwelling on the past though, do you know what year it is? I'll have to catch you up with current events."

Papyrus shakes his head, "i have no clue what thyme it is!"

After a brief moment, Papyrus realizes what he said… "saaans! why must you pester me with bad puns even when you are missing?!"

CU-270 almost fails to suppress a chuckle, "well… the year is 1811. Humans have progressed to basic technology, including rather inefficient cars; television and such is also rather new, but is gaining traction. Humans have been focusing on technology, in order to separate themselves from Monsterkind, but soon they are going to realize that they need to improve their magical capabilities. When that happens, a small group of them will get together to try to advance human magic… but it will fail. If they were to succeed, it would be a great boon for everyone. They just can't figure out how to use their magic. Actually, that is supposed to happen soon… Hey, I have an idea."

Intrigued, Papyrus asks, "what is your idea? do you think we should help them learn magic? i can definitely help with that, i'm the best at magic!"

CU-270 nods, "yes, normally I teach them magic but… do you happen to be good at human magic from the future you came from?"

Worried, Papyrus says, "wait, i watched a show like this with alphys once! if i teach humans how to do magic, it'll cause a pair-a-dogs!"

Taking a moment, Papyrus takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the slip. It would seem Sans' bad pun habits came with some of his memories. "paradox. it will cause… a paradox. pardon, it would seem i have inherited my brother's bad taste in puns post-humerus-ly."

CU-270 ignores the small crisis and shakes his head, "nope. When you came from doesn't matter. As far as reality and time are concerned, you have always existed here and now; even if you stop 'yourself' from time travelling. Only a Red SOUL can properly travel backwards in time, by using a RESET or a LOAD. The way you did it is very imprecise… Think about it like this… You are basically a copy of Papyrus from the future, so now there are two of you…"

Papyrus thinks for a moment… "so… it is like an item duplication glitch, but with people?"

CU-270 nods, "sure. So, were you any good with human magic?"

Shaking his head, Papyrus replies, "no, i was not… i also do not have any memories from sans about human magic. last thing i remember from him was that he wrote a note for frisk, but didn't give it to them."

Beginning to pace, CU-270 thinks for a few minutes… then replies, "well… I have another idea, but it'll restrict my magic significantly; despite that, it may just be worth it. First, do you mind if I take a look at your shared memories so I can see if I can determine the FUN value of where you came from?"

Papyrus replies, "sure, but don't go looking at anything else!"

CU-270 nods, then grabs Papyrus' hand. After saying something in a weird language, they both slump to the ground unexpectedly.

:-:

After an unknown amount of time, Papyrus stirs; his SOUL feels weird. Like someone has been poking at it.

CU-270 looks up, and says, "ah, so you finally woke up. I found the path you came from. The decisions and actions that led up to you being here now. It's promising, but, well, it would seem this isn't the first iteration. I hate rudimentary time travel… Nowhere to go but forward, I guess."

Papyrus sits up, brushes the dirt off himself, and asks, "so, does this mean we'll be able to find sans?"

Shaking his head, CU-270 replies, "we don't have to. Sans will re-appear in the relative location he was in before going through the time machine… eventually. Right now, we should focus on taking full advantage of the fact that you have advanced knowledge and control over magic; despite not knowing human magic."

Letting out a sad sigh, Papyrus sits down and hugs his knees, "i miss him already…"

CU-270 replies, abrasively, "well, sitting around moping won't change that. You will see him again, someday, so hold out until then."

Papyrus nods, sadly, "so, what next?"

Pacing again, CU-270 thinks… "Let's see… It would be best to disguise you as a powerful, but reclusive mage of some sort. A side effect of my plan is that your SOUL will appear to be a human SOUL. Colour and all. Though my own magic will be greatly diminished. Based on the FUN value you came from, that seems the be the course of action we must take. So, how do you feel about being the most powerful mage in all of human history?"

Proudly, Heroically, Papyrus stands… his small cape flapping in the non-existent wind under his borrowed robe, and says, "why, that sounds just fine! i am the great papyrus after all, so if people finally notice that then that is ok!"

CU-270 nods, then says, "well, sit back down then, I can't guarantee you will be standing when I do this."

Obeying, Papyrus sits down in a comfortable position against a tree.

CU-270 chants in some grating language and his body slowly flakes away as impossibly dark Dust, then his shattered red SOUL appears.

After more chanting, all but one of the seven pieces fly towards Papyrus; he faints instantly.

:-:

Several days later…

Papyrus wakes up with a strange feeling in his SOUL. He calls it out for investigation, and sees that it is now entirely red and relatively upside down to how it used to be.

"That took a lot more out of me than I expected. How are you feeling?"

:-:

Papyrus looks around for CU-270, but can't see him, so he speaks to nothing in particular, "I feel weird. Did you merge your SOUL with mine?"

"Yes, but no. My SOUL is rather… special. It helps that you are a young Boss Monster."
"I'll be with you, and I will teach you how to use human magic."
"You should find it particularly easy, given your aptitude for puzzles and patterns."
"With you teaching humans magic, that will let me manipulate other things secretively…"
"...Which will help significantly."

:-:

Papyrus is happy from hearing the compliments, "I never knew you had such good taste in puzzles! I am talking weird again, though… Is that because your SOUL is connected to mine?"

"Yes. You should find it easier to blend in now."
"I have also put an illusion on you to make you look more human."

:-:

Though upset that he cannot run around as himself, Papyrus doesn't like the idea of scaring people…

After a moment's thought, Papyrus stands and says, "well then, let us get to learning!"

"To be honest… I'm… not actually that good at human magic, but I'll teach you what I can."

:-:

The years come and go… CU-270 teaches Papyrus everything he knows about human magic, and Papyrus expands upon it. Takes it down paths, and creates patterns, that CU-270 never considered.

The timeline CU-270 came from had powerful magi that made a Relic, which was used to great effect despite failing in the end… 'Perhaps something similar can be done here, but the mistakes can be fixed…'

Papyrus agrees that he should work secretively, never giving his true identity away, until the time is right, in order to preserve the events that lead to the future he came from; that way, they have a greater chance of finding Sans sooner, rather than later.

With access to all elements, and the powers of a Red SOUL, Papyrus works to master human magic and roams the land helping those in need.

It results in him gaining quite a reputation, and people begin whispering stories of the human magi with magical capabilities that rival even the King of Monsterkind, Asgore.

Papyrus laments his brother being gone, and occasionally has bouts of severe depression and self loathing over the event, but moves forward year after year comforted by the knowledge that Sans will re-appear, and that he will be able to see his friends again.

After eight years, CU-270 removes six of the seven pieces of his SOUL from within Papyrus, and uses them to mark individuals with high potential. Papyrus no longer needs CU-270's SOUL to use powerful human magic, but still needs it for holding Determination.

Papyrus, going by the "Red Sage," looks for these individuals; he eases the search by announcing that he will teach six people he deems have significant potential. Almost immediately, he is contacted by other powerful magi who want to learn from him… Papyrus sifts through these would-be magi, and looks for those who have a piece of CU-270's SOUL. He questions CU-270 about why he chose to do it this way, who says that it is to keep a certain evil person from catching on.

These magi, each with a red secondary trait, eventually become the Sages for their respective SOUL colour, and found the Sanctum of the Seven Sages where CU-270's home used to be. It is restricted to humans for the first few years, in order to focus on developing human magic.

Several more years pass, and, with the aid of the other Sages, Papyrus tracks down when his brother will re-appear; CU-270 occasionally goes to where the Addamses have built their manor, just in case he comes back early.

As a precaution to some prophecies, Papyrus etches a highly intricate web of arcane runes into several pieces of diamond… Upon its completion, one of the other Sages comments about how it looks a little like an eye when put together; so Papyrus decides to name it "Tim," in honour of his brother's bad jokes. It is thus referred to as an "Eye-Tim," by the Sages.

Despite CU-270's constant slips of calling it a "Relic," the Sages refer to it as an Artifact; with humans, and monsters, adding "Legendary" to the name when it is revealed.

Papyrus becomes even more reclusive after this, however, worrying that the Sages have been lying to him to give him hope. In another fit of depression, and self loathing, Papyrus reveals his true identity to the Sages… Who already knew. They comfort him, and agree that keeping his identity a secret from the humans is important for now. They also express immense gratitude for Papyrus teaching them, which makes him feel much better.

After yet more time passes, a few skeletons appear within the Sanctum, having been guided there by CU-270, and are given refuge in a small section of the Sanctum. This fact is hidden from the people within the Sanctum, and instead a cover up is used; the cover up being that the rooms are off limits due to rampant, self perpetuating magic.

After a few years, no one even thinks about the areas that are off-limits.

Some skeleton monsters appear outside of the Sanctum in neighbouring towns, and cause mass panic. Many of them are killed due to the initial panic, but eventually most humans realize and regret their mistakes… The holiday of Halloween is started, as a reminder that not all things that appear suddenly in the night are actually bad, and to pay respects to the monsters who lost their lives; some people still think of Skeleton monsters as unholy abominations.

A special room at the top of the Red Spire, that floats above the Sanctum, is created and linked to the void. Without light, the room is overtaken by the void. It is used by Papyrus and the other Sages to practice highly dangerous magic, as well as to communicate with Failures.

Papyrus trains too vigorously (trying to practice out his anxiety, self loathing, and almost overwhelming sadness) and is trapped in the training room for what feels to him to be several years.

He comes to terms with it, and prefers to sit within the void now, but doesn't like talking within the void any more; he never says why, but it is assumed he got into an argument with one or more of his Failures.

More years pass, and unrest grows among humans and monsters. Papyrus does his best to maintain a welcoming environment. As such, any who desire to pursue knowledge are allowed within the walls of the Sanctum, including monsters.

CU-270 warns Papyrus that Sans may not know who Papyrus is when he reappears, and that his memories will have to be restored… But that Sans needs to complete a certain task immediately after re-appearing. If he does not, they will miss several important opportunities that will ensure the future is properly restored.

Papyrus hesitantly agrees to not rush to his brother as soon as he re-appears.

A human accountant, who iss studying magic at the sanctum, finds himself within one of the restricted areas and meets a skeleton. He is scared at first, but they eventually share stories secretly over several weeks, and become close.

The human gets caught up in strange skeleton politics, and has to literally fight for her hand in marriage against other potential suitors. He wins, and their secret relationship serves to help the skeleton monsters slowly become less aggressive towards humans, now being forced to recognize that they are not all terrible creatures.

The human ends up spending most of his time within the restricted areas… the Sages do not stop him, since he keeps it a secret.

With all the pieces in place, CU-270 waits patiently for Sans' return, having gone to great lengths to ensure every variable is taken into account.

All that is left is to wait for 1941 to roll around…

With a start, Sans wakes up in an unknown room, "Gaster?"

Lost and confused, Sans looks around… "W-wait… Who… Who is 'Gaster?' Who… am I? Where am I…?"

Sans is in a vaguely familiar room. It feels as though he should recognize it… but he can't quite put his finger on it. His memories are all over the place, and are hard to pin down.

Sitting up, he hears crinkling in one of his pockets; he also feels as though something is fighting his movements.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sans pulls out a note and a crude drawing… "Who is Sans? Am I Frisk? 'don't forget…?'"

His shadow deepens, and he puts the picture and note aside; not having any memory of them.

"Something went wrong with the transfer when you tried to time travel."
"I will explain everything to you later. For now, there is important work to do."
"I have been preparing this moment for quite some time."

:-:

Not remembering enough to feel one way or the other about the voice coming from his shadow, Sans asks, "who are you? What… what work do I need to do?"

"You may call me CU-270. Follow me… You should be able to work off of instincts."
"We can't be caught in the Addams' manor. We have to work in secret."

:-:

Sans' shadow detaches from him and beacons for him to follow. Having no other options, needing answers, and having a gut feeling that he should listen to this shadow, Sans follows quietly.

As they enter a hallway, the sounds of small bare feet running around echo through out; followed by the laughter of several children.

Instinctively, Sans walks around the corner into a room and shortcuts to the front door to avoid being caught.

"Ah, very good. I see your instincts are still intact. I was worried for a moment."
"Come, we must not dally; time is of the essence."

:-:

The two leave the strange, familiar manor.

Sans follows the shadow, for several hours, until they are in a secluded field in the middle of the forest.

"No one will come here. I suppose I should explain everything."

:-:

Scratching his head, Sans nods, "yea, that'd be great."

"In a time that no longer exists, you were going to travel back through time to save everyone."
"You were hesitant, worried that it wouldn't work, but I told you to do it."
"That it had to be done."
"I warned you that you would lose your memories, but not to what extent…"
"As it stands now, there are several things we need to do to put time back the way it was…"
"…but in our favour."

:-:

Sans feels upset for a moment, but doesn't understand why, then asks, "so… everything is messed up. I tried doing something that shouldn't be possible… You encouraged me… That means it's all your fault."

"Not exactly… You can blame David for everything being the way it is now."
"We are working together to stop him."

:-:

An overwhelming hatred burns its way into Sans' mind, at the mention of that name. "I may have lost most of my memories, but that name… Tell me what to do."

"First, we have to get David's attention."
"Your part is to kill off enough of his cultists that he jumps back to try to stop you."
"While you do that, I will be setting up traps to catch him…"
"It is likely he will already be waiting for you, so kill them off randomly."

:-:

Sighing, Sans comments, "killing some puppets… Alright, I can manage that. Point me to where they are, and let me lose."

A map, that has several buildings within a few cities and towns marked on it, both human and monster, rises out of Sans' shadow.

"Be quick about it, and don't let them notice you."
"And remember, only show as much mercy to them as they would to you… none."

:-:

With those final words, CU-270 departs and leaves Sans to his own devices.

Sans takes some time to look over everything he has…

It doesn't take long, since he doesn't have anything any more, but he does manage to figure out what he is wearing. The powered suit he has on seems to have been designed to aid in magic regulation, assisted movement, DT enhancement of magic, and some magic deflection. It also seems to be able to slow or speed up the molecules around him, to match local molecular speeds, using alterations of his time-stopping ability. The magic deflection feature seems to have been a last minute add-on, and thus isn't working properly.

He takes a moment to tweak the move-assist so it fights him less, then decides where to hit first by rolling a pebble on the map.

With his destination chosen, Sans begins walking.

Then he remembers that he can speed up the process by using shortcuts, since his suit will help optimize his magic usage.

He arrives at his first destination within an hour, checks to make sure it is the right place, and then turns it to cinders with his DT enhanced Gaster Blasters. The Karmic Poison that compliments his attacks has increased in potency seven fold, and has taken on strong acidic properties as well.

His attacks reduce the cultists to steaming purple puddles that slowly eat away at the floor.

After rolling some debris on the map, he begins going to his next target to repeat the process…

But a strange, disturbing voice calls out to him…

'Sans… You don't belong here, Sans. I can tell because your mind knows my altar, but I have not seen you yet.'

He shakes his head to try to get the maddening voice out of it, then proceeds to his next destination.

Upon arriving to his next destination, he checks to ensure it's the right place before he lets loose with his Blasters. Confirmation takes only a moment, and another building is reduced to smoking rubble.

He takes a random bit of debris and selects his next destination, then leaves as expressionless as he arrived.

That voice enters his mind again…

'You should come back, Sans. Come back, call on me, and I can help you; all you have to do is kill a few cultists for me… Nothing you haven't already done, right? I bet you still remember my name.'

A gut feeling makes him think that what the voice is offering is too easy, but the issue goes away in the next moment. Another, far more familiar, voice echoes through his mind. It's David…

'Sans… I should have known you are who killed my cultists! If you wanted my attention, you have it.'

With a smirk, Sans vanishes to continue his dirty work.

After a few days of travel, and a day of rest, Sans approaches his next target.

Before he can check on it, that voice comes back…

'Come back, Sans, to the shrouded isle. I can give you power… I can kill your foes…'

Sans' gut instinct is to continue ignoring the voice, but he finds himself seriously considering it.
'The shrouded isle, huh?'

Looking on his map, Sans sees two large islands to the south east labelled "Japan."

As soon as he begins thinking to himself about how he would tell where this "shrouded isle" is, an outline in the north west section of the map appears… It seems to be made from dried blood.

Now significantly wary of it, Sans thinks to himself, 'well, that's pretty foreboding; maybe I shouldn't go after all…'

'You need not fear my old magic, Sans. Come back, and I can get rid of all your worries; I can restore your memories… I will be waiting for you, Sans. All you need to do is call on my name, and kill a few cultists… It would be unwise to ignore me again.'

Sans has a sinking feeling where his stomach would normally be… On one hand, he feels as though he should ignore this very creepy and disturbing voice, but on the other it is making rather solid arguments. It sounds too good to be true, honestly.

Deciding to continue the task at hand, Sans investigates the area to confirm that it is a place where cultists are… It doesn't take long.

A few moments later, with some screaming as they are all reduced to bubbling piles of acidic goo, and the building is destroyed. No evidence to link him to it, not that he needs to worry about that.

David never appeared again after that one time, and that is OK to Sans.

He opts to continue ignoring the creepy voice and chooses his next target, having a strong sense that nothing it's promising is worth it; let alone true.

Fortunately the creepy voice never comes back, and Sans manages to eliminate the rest of his targets over the course of several years.

When he is done with his dirty task, Sans returns to Ebott valley and puts it all behind him.

:-:

Leisurely, Sans walks through the forests near Mt. Ebott as he waits for CU-270 to speak to him again.

His memories have been returning to him slowly, so he is grateful for the moment of rest as he tries to sort through them all.

Unfortunately, however, his rest is short lived.

"There you are. You are exceptionally difficult to track."
"I have good news, and bad news."
"Bad news is, a cultist got away… I can't find them any more, so it is likely David saved him."
"Good news, David is trapped on the shrouded island now. We can begin erasing him."

:-:

Sans retorts, "by we, you mean me. don't ya?"

"Yes. I can't exactly do it right now, Papyrus has my SOUL."

:-:

Understanding fills his mind, and Sans asks, "so, what are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to help you track David down, something you can't do alone."
"But first, you have to create a secret laboratory under Mt. Hume."
"From there, you will need to steal the Inter-Timeline Chronographs from the secret human lab."
"The special fluctuations in the timeline the ITCs make, and record, can be used as Morse code."
"They will let us find any messages that the future sent before it was destroyed."
"David shouldn't be a problem yet, so don't kill him; we need that one alive."

:-:

Sans asks, "what then? i just get those and then sit around?"

"No, we will use the data we collect to track David. He has been time travelling for a long time."
"We need to find every last instance of him so we can stop him."
"We have to be secretive, however, and stop him from his most recent time jumps…"
"…then work our way to the first."
"If we don't, his future selves may notice something is wrong."

:-:

Sans nods, "got it. in order to dunk 'em, i have to start from the top. lead the way."

:-:

Months pass and the laboratory is finished.

Relations between humans and monsters are significantly strained, with reports of mysterious attacks on human buildings still going around; no one was able to find any evidence, and are thus blaming monsters. They are correct in their assumption, of course, but they are wrong to think the deceased were innocent.

That voice enters Sans' mind again… 'You shouldn't have ignored me, Sans… You will regret it.'

Sans shakes his head to bring himself back to the present, "hey, uh, cu-270. who is frisk?"

"Oh! Right… I forgot to help you get all your memories back."
"Sit back and relax, this will probably be… an… uh, interesting experience."

:-:

With a smirk, Sans sits back against a tree, "relax? buddy, say no more."

As Sans relaxes against a tree, CU-270 attempts to restore his memories…

But it doesn't seem to work. The memories are not taking hold.

"Well, that is problematic. It isn't working."

:-:

Sans shrugs, "well, if i can't remember it must not be important… right?"

"We will go with that for now. You should make your way to the shrouded isle…"
"We need the ITC's from here on out, or we will be caught off guard."
"The original David on the island will be an issue if you are caught by him, so don't be."

:-:

Slightly concerned, Sans asks, "wait… the shrouded isle?"

"Yes, that is where the secret human lab is."
"There are a lot of other dangerous things there too… so be cautious."

:-:

Shooting a finger gun at CU-270, Sans replies, "got it. can i take a quick break first?"

There's no response, so Sans decides to do just that.

His nap is nice, and when he's done he starts to make his way to the shrouded isle. Though mostly sticking to unpopulated routes, Sans occasionally finds the means to catch a ride with someone that happens to be going his way.

Most people treat him suspiciously, but his unkempt look and laid-back demeanour leaves room for others to consider him as just another monster.

Once he makes it to the northwest shore of Terra, he begins to plan out how he will make it to the island.

'let's see… dt levels in the suit are near empty, so i can't shortcut there… The only other option is to take a field trip through the void, but i really don't like being there. i guess it wouldn't hurt for just a moment. i am… was, a hybrid; so at least i won't die immediately?'

Sans winces as he thinks about his last experience with travelling through the void… It wasn't particularly pleasant.

Gathering his courage, Sans focuses hard on his desire, creates a sphere of utter darkness around him with magic, reaches out to where he believes the isle is, then pulls his arm back and wills reality to bend. It results in a roughly circular distortion that shows the island, but he didn't reach far enough…

He repeats the process, and the view shifts to the shore of the island.

After stepping through, Sans is exceptionally tired and decides to take a nap…

Sans wakes up around nightfall feeling refreshed.

He checks the DT levels in his suit, and notes that there is only enough for him to empower a few attacks, at most… ' getting back is going to be troublesome.'

Approaching the small concealed entrance, Sans stealthily enters the facility and works to minimise his chances of being caught.

Humans are still here… 'how did cu-270 trap david if all these humans are still here? where even is he? '

Taking a moment to turn into a room to avoid being noticed by a roaming guard, Sans decides that he needs to get a lab coat in order to blend in better.

'What was it that caused me to rebel…? It's been so long, I can hardly remember.'

An idea enters his mind and Sans starts to track down , to employ him in the theft of the machinery, but long forgotten memories, stirred up by the time travel accident, rush back into his mind…

He alters his path and heads to the high-security section, nabs a loose ID badge and lab coat, then walks into a room containing several experimental pieces of magi-tech.

One of which just so happens to have been made by him.

It's a flask that slowly replenishes what ever liquid is inside of it, using magic to get the ingredients, and magic infused nanites to alter said ingredients to what they need to be. 'my endless flask… i made this as a joke for sanchez, but it got confiscated before I could give it to him. i hadn't thought about it before, but this could also duplicate poisons, liquid explosives, napalm… you name it. this should wet his appetite.'

Sans chuckles a little at the unintended pun.

With a bartering item retrieved, Sans tracks down Sanchez to make a deal.

It doesn't take long, since Sanchez is usually slacking off in the break room. ' man, I envy that guy…'

Fortunately, no one else in there yet. "yo, sanchez. i need to talk to you."

Annoyed that someone is bothering him, Sanchez continues to tap away at a handheld gaming device and retorts, "fuck off, I still have 30 minutes on my break," then grabs some chips out of a bowl next to him.

Sans walks around and stands in front of Sanchez, "what if i said i have something that might interest you?"

With an annoyed huff, Sanchez pauses his game and sets it to the side, "You've got thirty seconds to keep my attention."

Pulling out the flask, Sans says, "i need you to-"

Interrupting, Sanchez says, "I'm b*buurp*ored already, go do what ever the hell it is you're supposed to be doing before I report you or whatever," then stands up, pockets his game, grabs the chip bowl, and starts to leave.

Trying again, Sans quickly says, "i have a flask that duplicates the liquid inside it."

Sanchez stops mid step and turns his head half way back to Sans, "Okay, I'm listening."

A brief sigh of relief, "i need to get the itcs out of here and to ebott valley. i'm planning a rebellion."

Now slightly agitated again, Sanchez asks, "right, and I guess you want me to do that for an economy breaking flask that can duplicate alcohol? Don't get me wrong, this place could do with a rebellion, but I'm not really feelin' like I'm getting a fair deal here. I mean, this place is pretty sweet. I get to slack off, I get access to a bunch stuff I need, not to mention tons of nerds that I can bully into doing all my dirty work for me… It'll be pretty hard to top that."

Sans smirks, summons a magic bone, uses it against something organic to cause his Karmic poison to take effect, then tosses a small melting bit into the flask.

After a few moments, Sans tips the flask over and ten times as much Karmic poison that went in pours out.

When the Karmic poison stops coming out of the flask, Sans says, "no sanchez, not just alcohol, any liquid. some liquids take longer, like napalm and other complex chemicals, but any liquid you put in here will be slowly replicated."

Mulling over it for a moment with a straight face, Sanchez scratches his chin, takes a swig out of his flask… burps, and then says, "nope, sorry, not in*buurp*terested. Why don't you go ask someone who gives a shit? Anyway, I'll pretend this never happened. Peace."

Sans almost tries to make a better offer, one he can't keep, but something happens.

As Sanchez is leaving the break room, with his bowl of chips in hand, someone bumps into him; it causes his chips to go all over the place, and the individual who caused it says, "watch the fuck where you're going asshole, can't you see I've got sensitive equipment here?!"

Walking back over to Sans, with a bored expression, Sanchez asks, "so… you're uh… planning a rebellion, huh?"

Sans replies, "yep."

Sanchez pulls his flask out, takes a swig, and says, "fuck this place, count me in. What'd you need me to do again? Get the IT-wh*buurp*ats-its? I can do that. Gimmie that infinite booze flask, maybe I can use it to make something actually useful."

Sans hands over the flask, it looks identical to the one Sanchez already has, and says, "yea the inter-timeline chronographs. itcs for short. i need to get them to ebott vally, but i don't have a way to go back and forth."

After making sure no other goop is in the new flask, Sanchez puts the last of his booze from his old flask into the new one, then tosses his old one aside in a random direction. "Alright, I'll go get the whatzits and put'em in Ebott valley, probably fu*burp*ck some other shit up while I'm at it."

With that, Sanchez pulls out his portal gun and gets to work…

More memories flood Sans' mind… flashes of… himself. Memories he feels he never had before...

He knows what he has to do, but he isn't sure… no… he is. 'this must not have been the first time we've done this… I wonder how many times this makes it?'

With a shrug, Sans walks through the sterile concrete corridors of the lab and tracks himself down.