The morning was as pleasant as any other. The crisp smell of snow and dust blew in through the open window, an old biology textbook still holding it up. Sans groaned out rolling on his back still half-dressed from last night he listened to the dreaded noises of the morning of Snowdin.

His brother Papyrus could be heard marching around downstairs probably getting ready for that 'royal guard assessment.' It's only use was to give Undyne a reason to kill someone she didn't like but Papyrus still took it seriously.

As Sans stared up at the roof, he waited in thought he watched the blood stains that covered corners and walls. As he listened and let himself wake up till, he heard his que. The stomping under him moving out to the stairs and stop

"SANS GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Papyrus screamed from the bottom of the stairs with nothing but pride and power in his voice. Well… there was his reason to get up. Sans pulled himself up like a zombie from a grave telling the milk hum of a hangover ring in his skull. Chillby kicked him out early last nice. Guess it was a good thing after all.

He got on his sneakers that were almost worn thin by now and grabbed his jacket off the floor he looked in the mirror watching himself put it on. He watched that crack on his head and that gold tooth in his mouth and those soulless eyes. 'gross' was the only word that came to mind.

"SAAAANNNNNNSSSSSSS I KNOW YOU'RE UP DUMBASS!" papyrus screamed anger slipping into his tone (more than usual)

"yeah, yeah I'm coming boss!" Sans snapped back as he slammed his door open and shuffled out hiding in the safety of the thick black jacket. Out of pure laziness he teleported down after three steps from the hallway upstairs and stopped right in front of papyrus "what is it?" he snapped in an annoyed tone but he looked down in a submissive nature not daring to test Papyrus's patience.

Papyrus let out a deep growl deciding on whether to comment of his brothers' attitude or not. He must have been in a good mood as he let out a cough and turned away "as I informed you yesterday there is a royal guard assessment, I must attend so you will be working extra today. Papyrus could hear Sans rolling his eyes behind him. "ill be checking up on you at waterfall this afternoon. If I catch word of you sleeping on the job Undyne will use your head for target practice."

Sans nodded looking at him "is that all?"

"a-"Papyrus started but Sans cut him off.

"and report if anything happens, I know the drill" Sans groaned out he basically heard it every day. That tipped Papyrus over the edge he turned to face Sans he was basically fuming with anger. Sans quickly took off teleporting before Papyrus could grab him he only managed to get a scratch.

Popping back to existence he appeared back in the snow landing on the chair of his station and groaned out holding his head "he was dead. Dead. DEAD tonight.

"maybe I could hide out the back of Chillbys?" Sans asked himself looking up at the dimmed roof crystals with a hard frown. Before resting there. He said slumped half asleep whenever he heard a dog, he opened an eye to glare making sure none of them ratted him out.

Slouching over the counter started killing his spine after an hour or so. That was enough to get Sans to get up and patrol. He would check the rusted death traps and grab some breakfast. It sounded like a plan to him.

He walked through the grey tinted snow ignoring the piles of dust; it was best not to think about it. He walked past the snowman nothing but a lump cursing and swearing. Sans tried not to make eye contact. Sneaking past doggo was a pain as he kept poking his head up with a scream Scaring the shit out of Sans each time. Right as he got by the rabies covered dog things got weird…

The crystals grew dim, it was almost pitch back. The ground started rumbling, growing more intense building up to the bright flash and the whole underground shook. The settled dust raised to the air the roof of the cavern shifted as fractions fell. Doggo probably got a good look at everything for the first time and he was cowering and whimpering in his station "moving… moving… moving" he whimpered in a husked voice…

Sans held his eyes shut at the flash till it reached its peak. A loud BOOM echoed through the underground as things started to settle Sans opened his eyes sensing the flash was gone and watched the crystals light but again. Well this was something to report to the boss. But sans knew better, he knew his brother would want to be the first to know what that was; no monster could make a noise like that.

Struggling to find his baring to move in the shifted and lifted snow. It was a pain, his feet sinking with each step, but Sans sucked it up. He pulled himself to the trees as the dust finally started to settle, he made his way through the thick forest. He only wandered around aimlessly going in the general direction of the blast.

The snow was even worse here as all the trees had shredded the snow that clinged to its leaves. As Sans wandered in the thigh high snow, he let himself relax a little. It was nice looking up at the crystals that twinkled clean of the dust that stained them for now. It was peaceful and he honestly missed coming here as a kid with his little brother. For now, he had a job to do.

With each step he grew more frustrated and tired. Everything was the same! Tree, tree, snow-puff, TREE! Sans couldn't help but scream smashing a lump of snow in front of him with full force. The puff in front of him was taller than him (though that was no achievement) so when it was out of the way all became clear

Sans leaned over the snow puff and stared down at a creator the size of his house. In the center sat a large pile of burnt mental laying in a puddle of mantled snowy mush. Steam was erupting it at the sudden temperature change. Struggling Sans pulled himself over the large pile of snow and slid butt first down through every bump and rock.

He pulled himself to a halt when his shoes landed in the gross mushy mess that felt disgusting in socks. Sans shivered out and carefully felt the metal for any heat. It had been out here long enough to touch so he started throwing off the bit of metal he could. They were burnt to a crisp and it was almost impossible to tell what it was even meant to be.

After some digging Sans potted something odd, an old forgotten colour. A dim cobalt blue. Sans sometimes wondered how he even knew it. After a moment of pause he kept trying to dig it out. He realized how much more there was. When he stopped to take a breath, he noticed. It was moving up and down rhythmically it was alive

"HOLY SHIT SOEONES IN THERE" Sans used his magic down finding a skeleton covered in burns and scars for the explosion but alive!

Sans stared at him lost in thought so many questions rushed through his head he didn't know what to think. Sweat rolled down his head as he grinned a habit he had when he got nervous. He had no idea what to do only one thing snapped him out of it.

A howl echoed in the distance the dog troops are on a hunt now and sans knew it was for this… for him. That was it if someone was gonna tell Papyrus it would be him they would use this skeleton as a chew toy.

The skeleton was heavier than he looked much heavier. Reds legs trembled a little trying to find the center of balance he hissed "the fuck do you eat?!" he asked the skeleton he know couldn't hear him and quickly teleported outside his house.

Sans panted before trying again this time to the basement where he could finally tie him up. He looked at his covered machine he had been slowly building for years with a sigh before pulling his attention away. He grabbed the rope that was hung up to dry and tied the skeleton up and laid him on the ground to rest.

The next question was How to tell Papyrus…