I peeled my eyes away from my mirror, I had been reminiscing about the past fifteen years, the highlights, the lows. Shaking my head, I looked at my watch that had been with me for several years, today was the third of January, I remember that Taylor's trigger event happened in early January, but not when exactly. So I was on the lookout. I sighed as I remembered that today was the first day back at school.

I did my daily routine, and finally getting downstairs and eating with Taylor and Uncle Danny. We talked about random things as we ate, once we were done, I grabbed my bag, as did Taylor, and we said goodbye to Uncle and left. I gave Taylor a side-glance, she was barely showing any skin, and raised an eyebrow. She shook her head.

I sighed, it was hard getting anything out of her since Emma betrayed her. "See ya at school, Tay." I said and walked down a random alleyway. I took a shortcut to the rooftops, keeping an eye socket out for Taylor. Yup, that's right. I have Sans' powers, well, at least most of them. I don't know how extensive my powers are, but from my experiments I have all of the powers Sans has shown in the game, plus some.

I know this is slightly cheating, but I'm also bending time as I teleport across the rooftops. What? I need more experience with it! I got bored and went back in time a few hours, yes I tried it, yes I hated it. I took a shortcut down to the alleys below and explored a bit more. While I was exploring, I found a mugging.

I activated my left eye, a soft chime sounded, and faint music could be heard. "hey, have your parents ever told you to keep your hands to yourself." I asked. The muggers looked over and their eyes widened. I was now a skeleton, blue left eye floating in the eye socket, and wearing Sans' typical outfit, blue jacket, shorts, pink slippers, white shirt, socks.

"W-who are you?" one of them asked, his voice shaking.

"i'm sans. sans the skeleton. and you're going to be sans a skeleton when i'm done with ya." For some strange reason, I always spoke in lowercase when I have the power activated.

They were properly frightened now. "W-we're not afraid of you!" the other shouted.

I summoned a Gaster Blaster behind me, "You Should Be." Did I mention that it was as wide as the length of a car? Well, a small one at least.

Their courage broke and they ran. "hey, why ya running, we're just getting started." I said as I summoned a barrier of blue bones, blocking them. There was a small clicking chime, then the world faded into black. The music became louder. I saved. Then I had some fun.

Nah, I didn't do anything too terrible to them, only frightened them a bit. Though, my definition of 'frighten' is a bit messed up. I killed them and reset about thirteen times. Around the fifth time, they started fighting back. I dodged all of their attacks. One time, I actually ripped their bones from their bodies! What? I said they'd be sans a skeleton, didn't I? Oh, wait, you're angry about killing, huh? Ahh, guess I'll stop.

Anyway, I stopped killing them and returned back to the world, the black faded away and color returned. The two muggers were laying on the ground facedown, unconscious. I looked at their victim, "nothing happened here." I said, then used a shortcut to get back to the rooftops, going forward in time to when I went back in time. I watched myself shortcut out, I grinned as my flesh came back to my face as I let go of the glowing eye.

I looked at my watch, only thirty minutes until school started, so I looked at where Taylor was at, and took a shortcut to an alleyway near her. I walked out and continued walking with her. "How do you do that?" she asked. It was a conversation we've had many times.

"Do what?" I'd always ask.

"Get everywhere so fast!" she'd reply.

"Shortcuts." I'd answer without answering anything. Then she'd sigh and just accept it. It was kind of a ritual now.

I went down another alleyway, it was a dead end. I always went down this one whenever we had that conversation, Taylor would blink and I would be up on the rooftop and Taylor would look up and glare at me, I'd just grin. She hated that grin, it was a grin that said 'I know something you don't'. I used it a lot.

I bent time to a few minutes before the bell and walked in, Taylor was probably already in class by now, I always came in a few minutes before the bell and Taylor would usually get here before me. As I walked into class, I didn't see Taylor. I frowned, but I couldn't go out looking for her as it's near the bell and I also didn't want to bend time just to look for her. She could get here in time. I hope.

I flipped back through memories as the bell rang and the teacher started talking; yeah, Taylor has come in late a few time last year, but. . .it was usually right before or right after the bell rang. I shook my head, clearing my mind, deciding to figure it out after first period.

My first period was English, somewhat of my favorite. Could do without the snarky teacher calling on me. I think it might have to do with being a grade above my original level. Hey, it's not my fault that I have several memories worth of knowledge! Anyway, I answered her questions and wrote down what I needed, my handwriting this life is a whole lot better. Soon, the bell rang and I packed up for the next class.

I activated my right eye this time, turning on the right eye didn't turn me into a skeleton, turning on my SOUL Search. I quickly searched through the school, looking for Taylor's SOUL. I found it, she was at her locker. I quickly made my way to the second level and- I frowned as I looked down the aisles of lockers. I activated SOUL Search again. My heart froze; Taylor was in her locker. Today was the incident.

I ran down the hallway, heart beating in my chest, summoning a small Gaster Blaster to my hand. I blasted the lock off of the door and opened it. A pile of used pads and tampons fell to the ground as I caught Taylor. She was unconscious. I pulled out my phone, it was an older model of a circle based smartphone, and quickly dialed Danny; he may have hated me getting a phone, but I insisted that I needed one since I kept going on walks.

"Hello? Alec, is that you?" Uncle Danny said through the phone.

"Uncle, something happened at school and I found Tay shoved into her locker with used pads and tampons." I said in a rush, breathing heavily. I was shaking.

"Oh. OH." He said, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"I was going to, but I wanted to inform you. Come as fast as you can." I said, then hung up. I dialed the authorities, "I found my cousin Taylor Hebert shoved into a locker filled with used pads and tampons, she's unconscious and I don't know what to do." I said, ignoring the typical greeting that they said.

"What is your location." They asked.

"Winslow Public High School, second floor main hallway." I was staring into space by now.

"Sending a dispatch your way." They replied and I hung up, still panting heavily on the ground, Taylor in my arms.

The next few hours were a blur and tense. I dimly remember the police coming, asking questions, an ambulance coming, taking Taylor to the hospital, then me and Uncle going to the hospital after them.

It was a week after the Locker, I was visiting the hospital after school, and as always, Uncle Danny was sitting, sleep-deprived, next to Taylor. I sighed. "Uncle, go home and get some rest." I pleaded.

"no. . gotta. .stay" he mumbled sleepily.

I sighed again, "Go home, Danny, I'll keep her company."

He mumbled incomprehensibly, I rolled my eyes and pulled out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him. He ate it and looked more aware and awake. "Go home, Uncle, please. You're not helping Tay if you keep sleep-depriving yourself."

"You'll tell me if something happens, right?" he asked, looking at me.

"You'll be the first to know." I replied patiently.

Uncle Danny got up and walked out the door, hopefully going home. I closed the door and sat on the chair that had been vacated. I pulled out the jar of bugs that I had with me. I sat it down on the bed, next to Taylor's leg. "Tay, if you can hear me, try to command the bugs to the bottom of the jar." I said, looking at the bugs.

Some of the bugs moved down. I smiled, it seemed to be working. "Tay, it's. . . been hard. It's- oh, just darn it all. I miss you. It's like something has gone missing from my life. You, your glares whenever I never answer your questions. Your anger at me. It's been hard on Uncle too; I can see it. He just sits here all day and night and I have to force him to go back home and get some sleep." I grabbed her hand, the bugs moved towards it, "I think, I think that he's worried about losing you. Just like you lost your mom. So please, don't give up. Stay determined. I, I p-promise to answer your questions about my 'shortcuts' when this is over. I-" there was a knock on the door. "One moment." I said, then teleported the jar of bugs somewhere.

I got up and opened the door. The man outside was wearing a fancy suit with the PRT's symbol on the left side of his chest. I raised an eyebrow. "Is this, Taylor Herbert's room?" he asked.

I blanked my face as he mispronounced Taylor's last name, "It's Hebert, and yes."

"Ah, my mistake. Anyways, we were wondering if we could run some tests to see if she had Triggered." He continued, not looking sorry in the slightest about his 'mistake'. I never liked the PRT or the Protectorate. Even so, I didn't want to get on their bad side, so opened the door wider to let them in.

"Thank you." He said, walking in. Armsmaster walked in after him. "Now, we are just going to use some tech-" he stopped talking, looking at me and Armsmaster.

Me and Armsmaster stared at each other. "You. I know you." He said.

"Armsmaster." I said cordially.

Armsmaster shook his head, turning back to where Taylor lay, "Is it alright if we perform some tests to see if Ms. Hebert has Triggered?"

I twitched, but nodded, "Yeah, sure, go ahead. . . I doubt it'll work."

The agent frowned, "What do you mean that 'you doubt it'll work'?"

I motioned with my left had a where Armsmaster was inspecting her, "Don't you see, she in a coma. Even the doctors say that." I muttered under my breath.

"He's nearly right. Taylor Hebert is in a catatonic state. It is difficult to decipher if she has Triggered or not." Armsmaster spoke up, "I cannot tell anything of it right now. We shall come back tomorrow to see if anything has changed."

I nodded in acquiesce, I may not like it, but, well, it's what they wanted. "I doubt that her condition will change overnight, but I'll be here after school if you still want to check."

The agent frowned, "Very well. We shall come around four in the afternoon. Good afternoon, Mr. Hebert."

"It's Brown, but whatever." I muttered to the agent's back.

"That day. . .in the shipyard," Armsmaster said, "Why did you lie."

I looked up from where I was staring at where the agent had left and smiled vaguely at Armsmaster, "I didn't lie about anything." If Taylor was awake she- I flinched.

Armsmaster frowned, then left, closing the door behind him. I sat down next to Taylor on the bed, grabbing her hand. I felt tears in my eyes. I shook my head, no, no, no no no nononononon- I froze. Did I-? I felt it again. I looked down at me and Taylor's hands, she was squeezing my hand. The tears flowed freely down my face.

"Cousin." I muttered through my tears. She squeezed harder, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

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