Man, that was awkward.

He hit a cigarette and walked around the town, his hands shoved in his pocket. He let out a sigh and looked around, hoping that no one was following him.

That was really the last thing he needed.

He followed a trail leaving the town and going towards a pond. This pond almost resembled back home. Almost.

Flicking the cigarette with his teeth, he didn't bother pulling his hands out of his pockets. Funny how fast he had picked up on the habit and gotten good at getting rid of the ashed with just his teeth.

Was just a click, clack and boom. Ashes down.

Although he got ashes on his hoodie from time to time.

As he got to the pond, he sat down and threw his shoes off, rolling his pant legs up, and placing his feet in the water.

As he closed his eyesockets and leaned forward, he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, Papyrus."

He jumped from the voice but didn't turn around. How did this person know-

Undyne sat down next to him, dipping her feet into the water and giving him a smile, even though his head was down. "Yeah, I know it's you. What happened to you..?" Her smiled turned into a frown of concern as she reached a scaled hand to his shoulder.

Papyrus just kept his head down. He really couldn't say much, so he took a gloved hand from his pocket and took a last drag of his cigarette before throwing the butt away in the water, which got him a loud snarl from Undyne.

He could care less

"I mean, it's one thing that you're dressing weirdly, but it's as if you're...not even the same person anymore."

Another shrug, his feet swishing in the water.

Undyne groaned. Then dragged a hand through her hair and sighed.

"I'm really worried about you, y'know?" She stood up and put her hands in her pockets, slipping her feet back into her custom flip flops.

"People worry...and people care…"

She walked away, and Papyrus could only let out a chuckle.

A sad chuckle.

Alphys was sitting around nervously, listening to the music that the ghost had made.

She use to sit outside of the computer room and listen to the music he came up with, but after a while of this, he finally got her to sit inside with him.

They would both jam and come up with different sounds together.

Napstablook loved the company, as awkward as he was.

Alphys was sitting around, working on making a small pencil sharpening robot.

As he floated around the room, he hovered behind the lizard, observing her work. Flawless as always.

Flawless...Like Mettaton.

"Hey….alphys…."

She looked up from her work and gave out a small yelp. "W-w-w-when did you get there?"

"Oh…..sorry…." He floated backwards and Alphys shook her hands. "N-no! I'm sorry, Napstablook. It was just sudden! I promise!"

The ghost stayed where he was, unsure of what to do.

"U-um. Sorry. You were a-asking something?"

Becoming transparent, he disappeared as he whispered out. "I want a body like Mettaton's…."

Finally it was the end of the night, and sans was finally clear to leave.

It was a crazy night, that was for sure.

Lot's of drama, intoxicated people. The normal.

But the fact that he heard Papyrus was there? That was absurd.

It kept him on his toes and paranoid the rest of the night however.

He was able to talk to Kraxver a lot, however. Which was nice.

He had his sweater thrown over his shoulder as he walked in the air of the cool night.

His skeletal torso was exposed, and some humans gave him some looks, but he didn't really mind.

He just wanted to get home, relax, and sleep.

His eyes were already getting weak, but he wasn't going to allow himself to fall asleep yet.

When he found himself in a deserted alleyway, he closed his eyes and focused on his magic.

Next thing he was, he was standing in front of his bed.

With a happy groan, he let himself fall forward and instantly fell asleep.

All he could see was a world covered in blood.

One sinister smile, and blood. Everywhere.

It was tha kid again. So familiar, but yet so distant.

He looked down at his body, his bones scattered across the field.

Or...were they?

He could only see the red of blood and the creamy white of bones.

There were way too many bones here.

They weren't all his-

The kid had a large stick with a skull on the top of it.

But not any skull…

A loud roar came from sans.

Or so he thought.

He heard nothing. Felt nothing.

The kid kept laughing at him.

Was he even making any noise?

Tears fell from his eyesockets.

Sans woke up with a jolt, magic sweat glistening his body.

He had only been asleep for an hour. At this rate, he was never going to get a good sleep. His boney fingers were clawing at the bedsheet, his breath heavy and loud.

It was always the same kid, over and over again.

"P-papyrus?" His body was frozen in fear, needing the comfort of his younger brother. Usually he'd hear him by now, if not, him calling his name would.

When there was no awnser, he called out again.

No response.

Now that he thought of it, he didn't even check to see if paps was home.

How horrible of him.

Using whatever willpower he had, he struggled out of the bed and shuffled into his pink slippers as his feet hit the floor. At least they were always next to his bed.

Step. Step. Step.

He chanted over and over in his head. His whole body was shaking, to the point where he could hear his bones rattling against each other.

"P-paps…? Where are you…?"

After what seemed like forever, he made his way to the hallway and turned in the direction of his brother's room. Man, this was harder than it seemed.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he immediately turned to attack whoever touched him.

He saw an orange hoodie and smelled weed and cigarettes.

His gaze followed upwards and he was met with a hidden face.

"w-who the fuck are you?" He mustered out as he threw the hand off of his shoulder. A deep chuckled came from the being and somehow, he could tell the chuckle was familiar.

He thought he heard a distinct 'nyeh heh' in there.

The hooded figure bend down as he pushed his hood off.

Sans' eyes widened as he took a few steps back.

"P-papyrus?"

A/N: Aahhhh Im So sorry that this too so long to actually post guys! Ive been trying to get back into a routine, but ive been working from like 2pm till 11pm and ghaaaaaah depression and anxiety and stress and...other things...have been happening. But im okay! Im sorry if this motherfucker is short but i triiieedddd. Ive been streaming me writing the fanfic at /SinningCeddie so if you guys go and follow that you'll be able to see me write and give feedback and things and stuff. Just a heads up, possible stoned sex in the next chapter? I havent decided yet. Thank you for the patience!