Took me a while to actually get this posted up here sorry!

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It had been a week since you turned in the foster forms, after that it had been more endless paperwork and home visits to deem you reliable to care for another life. Brian ended up taking the found body case all to himself so you didn't have to worry about getting behind on meetings and your own work then your personnel paperwork for Sans. It was taking so long due to his chip history being wiped.

Today, hopefully things will be different.

And by different you mean slightly stressful, no one likes going to the doctor and you were nervous on how Sans would act once they break that collar off him. On the outside, Sans was the epitome of calm and relaxed while sitting next to you in the waiting room of the Monster Vet Hospital. On the inside, he had to be freaking out you were sure of that.

Monsters and owners were sitting around either talking to each other, watching video's on phones, or in some cases the owners consoling scared or ill Monsters. Which was weird, you didn't know Monsters could get sick?

The door opens and a girl skips out with a small bunny Monster holding a wrapped up bisicle and an adult woman shuffling through her wallet.

Oh shit.

You forgot this may cost money. How much are check ups? Will you have enough money? Pull out your phone and unlock the screen, a woman opens the door and calls your and Sans' names. Shit.

Sans gets up before you do and you just follow behind him as he follows behind the nurse. Okay maybe he is cool as a cucumber, maybe your just the one scared shitless.

You hoist Sans up onto the examination table (that was surprisingly cushioned) and he shrugged off his little blue jacket, shoes, and socks. You guess he's use to this sort of thing? He certainly seemed prepared. The Doctor walks in, the moment he saw Sans, a smile blossoms on his face and he had a new pep in his step.

"How are you two today?"

Sans shrugged and you answered and asked the same question back.

"I'm doing much better now with a dashing Skeleton put under my care!"

He continues to talk as he did the simple stuff, checking in Sans' face holes, teeth, bones, skull, from top to bottom Sans was examined.

"Well from the length and wear of his teeth, bottom of his feet, and the palm of his hands he's MUCH older than any Monster I've ever had under my care. I'd go as far to say he's older than me!"

He moves to the side and holds up a pair of bolt cutters. "Now this is what I would be using to cut the collar off your bitty. But, due to his age and lack of information he may have a large holdup of magic just waiting to pour out and replenish and continue to release. I will just need your consent to take him into a magic proof room to insure no damage comes to us or himself."

Sans seems a little tense and you speak up, "I get to be near? Just in case?" the Doctor chuckles. "Well of course."

He lets you collect Sans' stuff and carry him into another room, all the while you were whispering to Sans asking him if it was okay and if he wanted to go through with it. He assured you he was perfectly fine and that it'd make things easier to remember. You asked him what that means but he never answered.

The Doctor holds out a little paper gown to Sans, "Just so your magic doesn't tear up your own clothes. I'm sure you didn't bring extra." true. You didn't bring extra.

You sit down and talk with the Doctor, learning that his name is Max and that he will be Sans' primary care provider until further notice. Sans came back and gave you the rest of his clothes before following Max into the protection room. He wasn't strapped down or anything, just sitting comfortably in a squishy chair. Max holds up the bolt cutters up to the collar.

SNAP

Max darts out of the room and slams the door shut. Even going as far as locking it. He stood next to you with a stopwatch in hand, watching Sans carefully.

After about 5 minutes things started to change. Sans was being surrounded by blue magic and he was blipping here and there all over the room. Even the chair he was sitting it was violently being thrown around in the room. Your eyes widened in fear when multiple large split skulls appeared and shot huge beams of light all over the room. The beams were so strong, the protective two way pexi glass you were behind started cracking. You couldn't stand watching him, he was gripping anything and everything he could (mostly himself or his gown). The nurses next to you were jotting down everything they could before Max slammed the door open and ran in, one dropped her clip board on the table and the other grabbed the cart and wheeled it into the room and they made quick work with stifling the screams you couldn't hear before.

You weren't allowed in just yet and could only watch as a third nurse showed up with a little bed and they placed a new collar onto Sans after he passed out and finally let you into the room.

"As I thought, he had way too much magic contained inside him, still does for that matter. Strangely enough his magic was so strong he started to mutate."

And you could tell he did. Sans was slightly larger now and was sporting a bony tail.

"The collar he has now contains three drain points, here here and here. You will have to drain one three times a day, one each time. So this one for the morning, this one for noon, and this one before bed." He continued to point at each with his pen and writing everything down as he went. "He will be able to use magic but nothing bigger than simple telekinesis until further notice. This collar is going to help us regulate his magic for his size. It seems who ever had him before designed the previous collar to absorb and increase his magic to the point he would've just prrrf." Max imitated the sound an explosion and flared his fingers out.

"We will contact your higher ups and fax all this information to be added to his file. In the meantime, we'll take the two of you to a recovering room, send up some Monster food for him once he wakes up and we'll continue to run tests on that old collar."

He walked away before you could thank him and the nurses wheeled Sans out, going the opposite direction.

You looked down at his clothes you were holding and noticed how much you were shaking. Who knew something so small had such power.