Sans' face Lit up trying to look at his brother a moment though he couldn't see his face. Realizing Papyrus was waiting he focused himself to teleport one last time; He was going to need a big lunch and a nice long nap after all this. They landed in the basement. It was a rough landing, but Papyrus still managed to stick it probably to Sans' shitty magic. He dropped Sans with a hard thump looking around. For once he was quiet looking around the abandoned room gaining his surroundings in the small space. "WHERE ARE WE?" he asked, not even noticing the skeleton laying by his feet.
Sans sat there rubbing his head groaning good thing he had a thick skull. "basement. Where I go to do my studies? I abandoned it when we got low on money." He shrugged. Papyrus nodded remembering this old place now and remembering that time long ago.
Done reminiscing of the past he looked down at the trembling lump by his boots. The blue lump was curled into a ball, burn holes covered the odd colored jacket revealing burned bones and speckles of dust. "ANOTHER SKELETON? WERENT WE THE LAST?" Papyrus asked, lifting the skeleton up by the hood. It had a sleeping grin the same head shape as Sans. "WHERE DID YOU FIND HIM?" Papyrus looked at his brother who was using the table to pull himself on the chair with a heavy sigh.
"ya know that quake? He came crashing down buried in burnt, scrap metal" Sans explained with a yawn leaning into his palm. "I knew you would want to know, so I came to get you and I was greeted with a spear next to my skull" he glared at Papyrus who didn't even notice him.
He was examining the monsters' trembling, flickering soul. It looked broken and frail no surprise, who knows how bad that trip was.
Papyrus pulled the blue skeleton over his shoulder and went to the door causing Sans to shoot up. "B-boss? Where ya' going?" he asked adrenaline kicking in as fear for the skeleton's fate made him chase after his brother and kick the basement door shut. He skidded round into the house as Papyrus dumped skeleton on the couch
Sans sighed out glad the freaky clone wasn't in any danger. He relaxed his body and strolled over looking at him leaning on the arm of the couch. "so… what are you gonna do to him?" he asked, looking at the sleeping skeleton carefully poking him at the crown of his skull unconscious out in the old stained cushions.
"IM GOING TO FEED HIM SANS. HE NEEDS TO BE ALIVE SO WE CAN TORTURE HIM!." Papyrus explained like it was obvious as he smacked Sans' hand away. Rubbing his metacarpals, he watched Papyrus prepare food for the blue ugly skeleton.
Sighing, he leaned on the couch for a moment watching Papyrus march into the kitchen. Food sounded great right about now. "It's my break. I'm gonna get some take out from Chillbys'." He walked out not caring about his brothers squawking at him to come back, he was going to pass out if he didn't eat soon. He walked down the snowy street ignoring the hissing children and glaring parents. He ignored them with nothing but a roll of the eye. He knew that look. The 'if your brother wasn't here you would be dead' look.
He ignored them, only giving them a glance in return as he pushed the bar door open, somehow it was even colder inside. A sharp coldness that kept you awake.
The Dogs were out on patrol so only a few local drunks and that dead body on the jukebox that no one wanted to touch remained inside. He walked up to his seat and watched Chillby come out from the kitchen cleaning a large tequila glass. "You gonna pay for last night?" he hissed while getting San his usual meal.
"put it on my tab Chilb'. It's been a long morning" he waved slouching. On the counter. Chillby nodded with only a huff. He held no remorse for his customers; he only listened to Sans in hope to find a way to kill his brother, but never did he gain that information. He did know that Papyrus almost killed Sans with his cooking once.
Chillby slid over a bottle of mustard and a chilly dog the usual for the stubby skeleton. Sans sat up looking at the food whipping his mouth of drool and looked up at the bartender. "I'm gonna eat on the job." He slapped some gold on the table and took his food and fled.
"YOU'RE FIVE SHORT JACKASS!" Was the last thing Sans heard as he left the building laughing his ass off walking back to the house with a grin. It dropped when he saw Papyrus standing outside. He walked up taking a bite from his food looking up at him. Not caring for the chilly was falling into the snow.
Papyrus tried not to gag looking away to attempt to collect himself. "THAT BLUE IMPOSTER IS BEING KEPT IN THE TORTURE CHAMBER. HE IS LOCKED UP PERFECTLY THANKS TO ME." He did his pose and Sans couldn't help but grin smothering his chili dog in mustard before taking another bite pocketing the bottle.
Papyrus cringed at that and shook his head continuing "HOWEVER I WANT YOU CHECKING UP ON HIM EVERY HALF HOUR AND INFORM ME WHEN HE WAKES." Papyrus glared leaning into Reds face causing the skeleton to flinch looking up at him sweaty. "THAT MEANS NO NAPS YOU PIG!." He hissed waiting to see Sans to nod wiping his mouth of grime and chilly.
"disgusting" Papyrus muttered standing up tall and marching off back to waterfall. Sans scoffed down the rest of his dog before taking a shortcut waving at Papyrus as the guard passed.
Sans set an alarm and leaned back on his chair relaxing to the soft screams of the echo flower. He watched monsters pass and kids waiting around. It was peaceful. And to top it off he had a nice bottle of mustard to help him relax.
Every time Sans settled down for a nap the alarm would buzz, and he would teleport in the garage where the blue skeleton sat.
He was tied to a chair tight enough to look like it hurt, and a collar designed to drain any magic output used for attack's around his vertebrae "all snug I see." He commented out loud to himself walking closer lifting his limp skull "smiley ass even grins in his sleep." Sans wasn't sure if it was the contact or the talking. But he notices the phangles of the other twitch, like some sort of jolt of pain.
He cringed letting him go. "At least I got something to report ey fat-ass?" he humored himself with the sleeping company and teleported back to his spot taking another sip of that bitter yellow blessing he kept stashed in his pocket. He knew Papyrus wouldn't care about a twitch.
The rest of his midday station was uneventful. That skeleton never twitched when he touched or spoke too after that, and monster kid was running home with a probably cracked skull crying so that was fun. By the time he finished the bottle Papyrus came around 2:30 on the dot.
"GLAD TO SEE YOUR NOT ASLEEP" he hummed his hands on his hip. Watching his brother avert eyes pulling up his hood they both knew there was mustard dripping from his mouth.
"don't get too fond of it." He muttered avoiding those beady eyes. Papyrus could smell the mustard and Sans knew he wasn't meant to drink on the job.
Papyrus ignored it, for now. "REPORT ON THE BLUE ONE." It wasn't a question but a command, his voice low telling Sans he wasn't going to get away with what he did.
Sans knew it all and dropped his confident act. Looking down and playing good like every other bottom feeder in this hole. "he twitched only once. Seemed to be a painful one when I lifted his skull to get a good look at him. Tried again each time after no luck. He's still out cold and still recovering." Sans fiddled with the drawstrings looking up at his brother.
"THAT WILL SUFFICE YOU ATTEND YOUR HOTLANDS POST. I'LL BE IN SNOWDIN SO I WILL CONTINUE TO CHECK ON IT." Papyrus stood tall acting as if he was doing Sans a favor.
"yeah thanks." Sans sneered, getting up shoving his hood over properly walking by Papyrus to his shortcut till his hood was grabbed.
"DON'T THINK YOU'RE GETTING AWAY WITH DRINKING ON THE JOB BROTHER." He growled watching Sans trying to pull out of his claws like a frightened mouse, pathetic.
Papyrus let him go, shoving him to the floor in front of a few monster's before marching off. Sans was a bit too cocky for his liking today, he needed to cut that ego down to size.
Sans sat up from the mush ground watching monster's snicker around him. With a huff he marched off to somewhere private to teleport. Here he thought today was going ok. Now it was really falling to shit.
Hotland was the worst, Both shifts. Undyne always threatens to kill him when she passes, and he was already sick of Papyrus' screaming. His last shift was the worst of them all. Kids out of school stuck around talking about beating him up. Replacing him. As usual he was used to filling other's egos. But he was numb by now he just grumbled and laid down
A small gang of Pyrope's and Vulkin's got too close for comfort. And from that a beautiful blessing given by Papyrus could now be put in use. "If a monster doesn't fuck off, kill him. I'm not doing your dirty work" so Sans did the next best thing and sent one of the Vulkin flying the others would have fought him but were a bit too worried about the loud crunch in the distance. Best decision he made all day.