Two weeks had passed, Red always cared for Buttercup. He treated her like his own child.Buttercup could smell people's scent, recognized his, Chia's, grillby's, Papyrus's. She was only comfortable if they touched her, would freak out if anyone else did. Buttercup saw Red as her father, Chia as her mother, Papyrus and Grillby as her uncles.
Red had his red sweater, coat off, was in a black tank top he wore underneath his sweater, he'd sleep in it most of the time. He was laying back on the couch, asleep with Buttercup on top of his chest, gently held her close, snoring. Papyrus was on Patrol, like normal. Chia just got back from work, came in, closed the door. Buttercup woke up, sniffed, picking up her scent. Red opened a eye, saw Buttercup bleat at the scent.
Red: Hey, Chia-Latte. The kid wants you.
"Chia-latte" was a name Red would call her. At first he did is just to be a dick, but now he was slowly starting to warm up to her, so it wasnt to pull her leg anymore, just called her that.
Chia went over, took Buttercup, held her. Buttercup held onto her. Buttercup was a warm, fluffy baby goat. Red sat up, went to the kitchen. Frisk had already fallen, went through Snowdin, was doing the Undyne part. Frisk was a unknown gendered 7 year old. Frisk didn't seem to talk.
Red got a mustard bottle, as he took sips, he looked out the window. He saw the original Sans asleep by a tree.
Red: ...whathe-?!
Chia: what? What is it?
Red didn't answer her, pulled his sweater on, threw on his coat, teleported to Sans. Sans had his hood up, snoring. He seemed peaceful. Red was standing, stairing at him, having many questions come to mind. He nudged Sans with his foot.
Red: Hey! Wake yo ass up!
Sans woke up slowly, looked at him. He just silently, sleepily looked at Red.
Sans:..huh..this is new..a..Gothic me?
Red: *crosses his arm* fucking excuse you. Who the hell are you? Why do you look like me? Where the hell did you come from?
Sans: *shrug* I honestly don't know either...tiba honest with ya, I thought I was still at my Snowdin..
Red: why the fuck are you here?
Sans: idunno..
Red: well, you better explain yourself.
Chia was watching, still inside, holding Buttercup, looking out the window. She was confused, but more curious.
Somehow Red and Sans found out about what the heck happened, aus. Sans left, went home. Red was in awe. He teleported back inside, just sat on the couch, silent, had no words.
Chia: what? What happend?
Red:...*shakes head*... Apparently..Alternate Universes exist..and I just so happen to be one of the bad Sanses...
Chia: ...bad? How?
Red: ..I'm seen as a villain..I don't fucking see why..just because everything has gone to shit, I'm assumed to be a horrible creature.. Waaay to make me feel even more like shit...
Chia:..that...doesn't ..make sense though.. How does that explain why you are mistaken for a villain..?
Red: *hard shrug* I don't fucking know. I just have the worst luck.
He looked like he was angry, bottling up inner pain. Chia wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to comfort him, but was not sure what to do. Buttercup crawled onto his lap, Red held her, weakily smiled.
Red: heh..well..at least you know I'm not oh so evil..
Buttercup nibbled his finger, red kept his smile, rubbed Buttercup's back
Chia:..I know you're not bad.
Red just sighed
Red: ...I dunno..I don't.. So I'm the town laughing stock..boss can't stand me..now..I just..I don't get it..
Chia felt bad for him. She looked at him for a bit. She went to the kitchen. She came back, baked cookies, brougt him a plate.
Red: ...what's this?
Chia: to make you feel better. I know you like mustard, so I put some in and on the cookies
Red: ..mustard..cookies..? You made them..?
Chia: wellll, I followed instructions on a cookie mix box. I can't cook to save my life *chuckle* what do you think?
Red took a bite. He nodded.
Red: not bad..thanks..