Christmas was always a wonderful time, no matter where it was celebrated. That was why, even in spite of Lucida, Sans decided he was going to let his worries go for the season and have as good a Christmas with his friends as they could muster. At the moment, Sans was "supervising" as Undyne and Papyrus strung up lights on the outside of the Zyzzyva House.
"A-are you sure you'll be okay up there, Undyne?" a worried Alphys asked from just beside Sans. It was reasonable why she'd be nervous. Lucida had only been able to find one ladder, so Undyne had climbed up first and was now precariously perched on a ledge while she hung lights. Papyrus was using the ladder.
"I'll be fine, Alphys!" Undyne called back, "Nothing's going to happen!"
Just then, the window beside Undyne shot open and Lucida popped out, shouting a hardy "Merry Christmas!". Startled, Undyne lost her footing and fell from the ledge, landing face-first in a pile of snow below. Alphys gasped and rushed to help Undyne up, while Sans glared at Lucida.
"Merry Christmas, Undyne!" Lucida shouted down to Undyne.
"HELLO, LUCIDA!" Papyrus greeted her enthusiastically.
"I hate her," Undyne growled angrily. Sans sighed. Undyne would probably hate Lucida even more if she knew what Sans knew, but Lucida would probably just reset if that ever happened.
"LIGHTEN UP, UNDYNE," Papyrus said, "SHE'S JUST TRYING TO SPREAD CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!"
"Well, can't she go take her "Christmas spirit" somewhere else?" Undyne snapped, "We're busy here."
"Note taken, Undyne!" Lucida replied, "Bye!"
With that, Lucida slammed the window shut and she was gone. Undyne breathed a sigh of relief.
"I swear, she gets on my nerves," Undyne muttered. Sans gave a quick nod of agreement, although Lucida bugged him for different reasons. He just hoped none of that would pop up between now and Christmas.
"Looking good, guys!" Alphys shouted up to Papyrus and Undyne as they hung the last of the lights.
"Thanks, Alph!" Undyne replied with a toothy smirk, "Things have definitely gone a lot smoother since Lucida left!"
Sans gave Undyne an approving thumbs-up. Now that the four of them had finished their duties outside, they could go back inside and lounge around again. Sans was definitely looking forward to that. Maybe he'd make himself some hot chocolate too.
Just then, he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye. He was making his way toward the Zyzzyva House, his hands shoved in the pockets of his heavy leather coat. Sans recognized him almost immediately.
"hey," Sans called, "hey, you. you're the guy that worked that fast-food joint at the mtt resort, aren't you?"
He immediately perked up, his tan fur practically standing on end.
"Oh," he replied, seeming to relax a bit, "Yeah. You're one of the comedians."
"sans," Sans introduced himself, reaching his hand out for a handshake, "and, if i remember correctly, you're burgerpants, right?"
Undyne snickered at the name, causing Burgerpants to turn red with embarrassment.
"Yeah, whatever," he groaned, "That's all anyone seems to call me at this point anyway. Even I forgot my own name 'cuz I've been called that so much."
"what'cha doin' around here?" Sans asked, "You seem to be in a hurry."
"Well," Burgerpants began, "I was actually paid to do a favor for somebody. I was supposed to come here and...do a thing? I don't know. I already forgot. I figured I'd ask someone and go from there."
"Was it some kind of delivery?" Alphys asked, "Christmas-gram? Playing Santa? Something like that?"
"Nah," Burgerpants responded, "It was something really weird...Oh! Right! I was supposed to kidnap some chick."
"What?!" Undyne shouted in disbelief.
"KIDNAPPING?!" Papyrus also yelled.
"Whoops," Burgerpants hissed, "Probably shouldn't have said that out loud."
"what are you doing taking jobs like that?" Sans asked, "i know you wanted to get as far away from the fast food industry as possible, but this seems like a bit much."
Sans noticed his left eye involuntarily flare up as he spoke. He was pretty sure he knew who was behind this little kidnapping scheme and he really wasn't too keen on figuring out where she was trying to go with it.
"Okay, buddy. No need to jump the gun," Burgerpants chuckled, fearfully backing away from Sans, "The chick asked me to kidnap her and I'm pretty desperate for money. The job hunt isn't really going too well and the landlord's been knocking up a storm asking for the rent."
"hold up," Sans said, backing down, "she came up to you wanting to be kidnapped?"
"Look, buddy," Burgerpants began with a shrug, "I'm not about to decline money. I figure, if she wants to be kidnapped, I'm not gonna get in trouble with the law for doing it. Sure, it's weird as heck, but it's what she wants and, as long as she's paying for it, I'm not gonna turn her down."
Sans' eye burned again, his gaze darting away from Burgerpants. What reason could Lucida possibly have for wanting someone to kidnap her? It just didn't make any sense.
Then again, claiming Asgore had run away only to have everyone end up on a wild goose chase for him in Las Vegas also didn't make sense and she'd done that twice already, so Sans really shouldn't have been surprised.
"okay, listen," Sans proposed, "how much is she paying you?"
"Fifty bucks."
"then i'll pay you a hundred to go home and forget about all this. sound good?"
Burgerpants shrugged, nodding his head. Sans nodded as well, reaching into his jacket pocket for his wallet.
"What the heck is even going on anymore?" Undyne asked confusedly.
"SANS?" Papyrus piped up, "IS THERE A REASON YOU'RE PAYING BURGER MAN TO LEAVE?"
"yep," Sans responded, handing Burgerpants a one-hundred dollar bill, "lucida."
Burgerpants took the money from Sans, hastily shoved it in his pocket, then quickly turned to leave, speed-walking through the snow.
"YOU THINK LUCIDA HIRED BURGER MAN?"
"i don't just think so," Sans said, "i know so. this has her name written all over it."
"Lucida?" Undyne asked, a look of utter bewilderment on her face, "Why would Lucida do something like that?"
Sans sighed, stepping back to where Undyne was and placing a hand on her arm.
"undyne. since when has lucida ever made any sense?"
Sans trudged through the lobby, where Asgore, Toriel, and Frisk were currently decorating. Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys were directly behind him, but he'd be going a separate way from them soon enough.
Sans then noticed Frisk wave to him from their place on Toriel's shoulders. Sans sheepishly waved back. He would have been a bit more enthusiastic, but he had a lot on his mind at the moment. Frisk picked up on this, though, as they whispered something to Toriel. Toriel nodded, letting Frisk down to promptly run toward Sans.
"hey, kid," Sans greeted them, "what's up?"
Frisk huffed, crossing their arms. Sans chuckled softly. He knew exactly what that meant.
"nothing's wrong," he answered, ruffling Frisk's hair with his hand, "i'm just thinkin' about things, that's all."
"HELLO, HUMAN!" Papyrus suddenly cheered, coming up behind Sans, "WE HAVE FINISHED WITH OUR OUTDOOR DECORATING! ALL OF THE LIGHTS ARE OFFICIALLY STRUNG!"
Frisk clapped happily, a look of glee on their face.
"NOW THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL HELP WITH THE INDOOR DECORATING! MY SUPERIOR DECORATING EYE WILL MAKE SURE THIS PLACE IS LOOKING ITS ABSOLUTE BEST! NYEH HEH HEH!"
Frisk squealed happily as Papyrus swept them off the ground and onto his shoulders. Sans laughed, watching as they made for the box of decorations. When Sans decided to start walking again, Papyrus had taken a wreath out of the box and placed it onto Frisk's head, calling them the "Grand Ruler of Christmas". If there was one thing Papyrus knew how to do, it was give the kid a fun time.
Sans rounded the corner, then took a flight of stairs up to the second floor. On his way down the hallway, he spotted Shyren and Napstablook hanging wreaths on the doors.
"hey, guys," Sans called to them, "either of you seen lucida?"
"oh," Napstablook responded quietly, "sh-she actually came by here a second ago. she said she had an important job for mettaton. i don't know where they went, though."
Sans sighed.
"i'm sorry," Napstablook continued, "i know i'm not helpful. i'm sorry for wasting your time."
"no, no, no," Sans replied, "it's fine. i'll just—wait. you said she needed mettaton?"
"yes..."
Sans' pupils faded out. If this had anything to do with what had happened earlier...
"i've gotta go," Sans said, hurrying off, "thanks for the info!"
"oh," he just barely heard Napstablook say, "you're welcome."
Sans placed his hands on his kneecaps, breathing heavily. He'd been searching for Lucida for what seemed like forever. He'd checked the lounge, her room, and practically everywhere else he could think of, but she was nowhere to be found. Now he was certain that Lucida was up to no good.
He stood as straight as he could again, taking a few more exhausted steps down the hall. That was when he finally saw Mettaton turn the corner.
"mettaton!" Sans called. Mettaton, immediately turned to Sans and walked toward him. Sans then noticed that there was extremely off about Mettaton.
"Yes, darling?" Mettaton asked, wearing a smirk Sans wasn't quite sure he liked.
"hey..." Sans began hesitantly, "have you seen lucida anywhere?"
"What if I have?" Mettaton replied, "What then?"
Sans' brow furrowed.
"well, i'd like to know where she is," he stated. Mettaton laughed, only making Sans more suspicious.
"Oh, darling!" Mettaton cackled, "Lucida's out of the picture! I run this house now!"
Sans' eye flared up and he quickly backed away from Mettaton.
"what the heck happened to you?!" Sans shouted, "what did lucida do to you?!"
"Doesn't matter!" Mettaton answered with a flourish, "All that matters now is that I rule this house and all of you answer to me!"
Sans shuddered and he quickly summoned a pair of Gaster Blasters for his own defense, pointing them straight at Mettaton. Mettaton didn't seem fazed in the slightest, though, as a flock of mini-Mettatons appeared around him, floating in the air with their tiny parasols.
"A little birdie told me you only have one HP, Sansy," Mettaton crooned, "It'd be a shame if that one were to become zero, wouldn't it? All too easy, too."
Sans froze, his Blasters dissolving to thin air. Mettaton cackled once more.
"Excellent," Mettaton said, "Now, you're coming with me. You'll make for a good hostage."
Sans sat stiffly in the chair Mettaton had tied him to, nervously watching the mini-Mettatons that floated threateningly around him. Sans knew that one touch from those things was enough to kill him, so he wasn't about to try anything. As such, he was forced to sit back and watch as Mettaton gathered everyone else in the lounge and forced them to dance, threatening anyone who didn't with a painful death. Mettaton stood in the balcony above them, bemusedly watching his prisoners with Sans seated directly beside him.
"Ha ha, yes!" Mettaton exclaimed gleefully, "Dance, everyone! Dance!"
Sans grimaced. As much as he would have liked to say that this was the most stupid evil plan he'd ever heard of, he knew that saying that was as good as saying "kill me now". Still, though, he found Mettaton's demands to be utterly ridiculous. What kind of evil dictator orders their subjects to dance?
That was when Sans realized that all of this had to be Lucida's influence. There was no way Mettaton would be making these demands if it weren't for her. Sans then started to assume the worst, namely that his own death might be part of Lucida's plans. Just the thought of it sent a chill down his spine.
Just then, Mettaton leaned over the balcony, staring down into the dancing crowd below him. He clicked his tongue before jumping down, landing just in front of Chara, who, Sans quickly noticed, wasn't dancing.
"Are we going to have a problem, Chara?" Mettaton asked sternly. Chara huffed, crossing their arms in defiance. Mettaton then snapped, causing a large disco ball to appear over Chara's head. When he did, though, the mini-Mettatons surrounding Sans disappeared. Sans' eye sockets widened as he immediately saw his opening.
"Do you see this disco ball, Chara?"
Sans' eye flared up and a bone shot up from the ground just behind him, cutting the ropes that held him to the chair.
"Yes," Chara replied to Mettaton, expression unchanging, "What about it?"
Sans didn't stay to see what would happen next, racing out of the room before Mettaton could realize he'd escaped. He did faintly hear Alphys scream as he ran, though. He winced, not daring to wonder what it could have meant. He just kept running, not even caring that his legs were already threatening to give out on him because of all the running he'd done earlier. He just knew that, if Mettaton found him, he was done for.
"Sans!"
Sans stopped short, almost tumbling over. He frantically looked around for the source of the voice before spotting Lucida waving to him from a door down the hall, motioning for him to come. With no other options in sight, Sans decided to trust Lucida's lead, racing into closet she'd supposedly holed up in. She then shut the door behind him, leaning back against it. The single lightbulb above them cast just enough light to allow Sans to see that Lucida was covered in grease and her dress was singed in a few places.
"Thank goodness you're okay. I wasn't sure if you-"
"what did you do?" Sans snapped. Lucida froze, her pupils fading out.
"Try to teach Flowey the true meaning of Christmas?" she replied hesitantly, a nervous smile spread across her face.
"you're aware that i could have died, right?"
"Look," Lucida said, "I really didn't mean for this to happen. I was supposed to teach Flowey the true meaning of Christmas by staging my own kidnapping and waiting for him to come around to the fact that Christmas is about spending time with the ones you love and all that."
"that's dumb."
"I know, okay?! I just had to do it! When you paid off Burgerpants, though, I didn't know how I was going to do it. That was when I decided I was going to try to reprogram Mettaton and get him to do it. Unfortunately, though, I think I tweaked things a bit too much."
"how do you reprogram a ghost?!"
"I don't know! The point is I sorta messed up! It's okay though because I know how to get us out of this!"
Sans' eye sockets went blank.
"because this was part of your plan too?"
Lucida looked as if she was about to speak, but she stopped herself, staring blankly at Sans for a moment.
"It wasn't supposed to happen just yet..." Lucida said, "but yes. It was."
"you're aware that mettaton could have killed me, right?"
"I know! I'm sorry!" Lucida pleaded, "Just please trust me! I can get us out of this mess, I swear!"
Sans huffed, closing his eyes in contemplation.
"fine," he finally replied, "i'll bite. what's your plan?"
"Okay," Lucida began, "So, there's only one thing that can save us now: the Mispersonification Ray."
"i thought alphys destroyed that," Sans retorted.
"Do you really think so?" Lucida replied cheekily.
"you didn't."
"Yep. I switched it out."
Sans sighed in exasperation. Of course Lucida was going to keep that stupid thing, even after all the trouble it caused.
"so where is it?"
"Uh..." Lucida groaned, "It's in my room."
"well, it's really gonna help us in there," Sans deadpanned.
"We have to go get it," she said, "but we can't go together. We have to distract Mettaton first. I can't do it 'cuz he thinks he ran me out of the place."
"are you kidding?!" Sans snapped, "he's gonna dust me!"
"I'm counting on you, Sans!" Lucida said, ignoring him and throwing open the closet door, "Meet me in my room when you're done!"
"did you not hear the part about me probably getting killed?! lucida!"
It was too late. Lucida was off like a shot, racing down the hall at top speed. Sans groaned, starting after her. He didn't really see any point to distracting Mettaton at that point, so he decided to just head straight to Lucida's room and take whatever verbal punishment she had for him when he got there.
"There you are!"
Sans immediately locked up, slowly turning his head to see Mettaton glaring at him from down the hall. In that instant, the air seemed to grow ten degrees colder.
"crap.."
Sans finally burst into Lucida's room, slamming the door shut behind him. His chest heaved as he wiped beads of sweat from his skull and he was still trembling from his close encounter.
"lucida!" Sans called, not seeing her anywhere, "please tell me you're in here by now!"
He then spotted Lucida crawling out from underneath her bed. She then jumped up onto her feet and turned to face Sans.
"I've been here for a while now," she replied, "Where were you?
"i was running for my life from a homicidal television personality," sans retorted, "you try being the distraction sometime."
"I'm just saying," Lucida said, "You could have got here a little quicker."
"and i'm just saying that you had the easy job."
"Whatever," Lucida finished, making for the dresser, "Let's just block the door."
Sans' eye flared up and he desperately tried to keep himself from doing anything drastic. After a minute of trying to calm himself down, he moved aside, letting Lucida shove the dresser up against the door.
"okay," Sans started, "now, where's the mispersonification ray?"
Lucida froze, staring blankly at Sans.
"you forgot, didn't you?"
"Yep..."
Sans growled and his telekinesis immediately kicked in, letting him lift up and throw several objects across the room as he desperately searched for the Ray.
"What are you doing?!" Lucida shouted, "Stop that!"
"i'm searching for this stupid thing you lost!" Sans yelled back, quickly losing his patience, "now, where is it?!"
"I know you're in there, Sans!"
Sans shuddered as Mettaton angrily pounded on the door. He then started to throw items faster.
"Wait!" Lucida snapped, grabbing Sans' arm to get him to stop, "Let's think! Where do girls hide things they don't want anyone else to find?"
Sans and Lucida both came to the same sudden realization simultaneously, as they both looked behind them at Lucida's dresser.
"I hid it...in the dresser," Lucida muttered slowly. Sans slapped his hand against his forehead.
"Well," Lucida said, turning back to Sans, "Get it."
"i'm not going through your dresser!" Sans exclaimed, "no way!"
"Mettaton's right on the other side of that door!" Lucida cried, "I'm not doing it!"
"it's your dresser!" Sans retorted, "just do it!"
"Open up!" Mettaton shouted, growing angrier by the second.
"Augh!" Lucida groaned, "Why must everything be so complicated?!"
"do it!"
"No way! You do it!"
Suddenly, as if to end the conflict right then and there, a giant laser beam shot through both the dresser and the door just barely grazing by both Sans and Lucida. From the wreckage of the dresser fell the Mispersonification Ray.
"welp," Sans mused aloud, not daring to move, "that solves that problem."
Lucida was the first to move, snatching the Mispersonification Ray off the ground just before Mettaton clawed his way into the room, unfazed by the smoldering remains of the dresser he was crawling through. Sans then quickly found himself surrounded by mini-Mettatons yet again.
"You've irked me, Sans," Mettaton spat, "Now, you're going to pay."
"Here goes everything," Lucida said, readying the Ray. Sans silently willed her to hurry up.
"Say your prayers, irksome skeleton."
Lucida then leaped inbetween Mettaton and Sans, firing off a shot. The shot hit Mettaton in the chestplate, knocking him backward and causing the mini-Mettatons to disappear. The shot rebounded, though, scoring a direct hit on Sans and knocking him over as well. In an instant, he felt that same mind-scrambling sensation he felt the first time he'd been hit by the Ray. He then saw Mettaton get up, glaring daggers at him and Lucida before racing out of the room.
"What just-"
"LUCIDA," Sans said, speaking in uppercase once again, "IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE HE WAS AFFECTED. WHY DIDN'T HE LOOK LIKE HE WAS AFFECTED?"
"Well," Lucida began hesitantly, "It's possible that his metal armor is protecting him from the ray...and is also responsible for reflecting the blast onto you."
"WE HAVE TO CATCH HIM!" Sans cried, not missing a beat as he raced after Mettaton. As he crawled through the remains of the dresser, his jacket caught fire, causing him to stop and throw the jacket off himself and onto the floor. After that, he stomped on the jacket to put out the flames, sighing in relief once he saw things were all clear.
"Smooth," Lucida joked, also crawling out.
"WHERE DID METTATON GO?" Sans asked quickly, kicking off his slippers and pulling off his socks.
"I don't know," Lucida replied, a hint of worry in her voice, "I didn't see which way he went."
"HE LOOKED SCARED," Sans noted, hoping that the look he saw on Mettaton's face after the ray was fired was actually fear.
"I think there is a way we can affect him," Lucida explained, "I think he knows that too. That's why he's running from us."
"HOW?"
"The heart on his belt that holds his soul. I think that's how we can affect him, but it has to be a pretty precise shot."
"ALL RIGHT, THEN," Sans said with a nod, "THAT'S HOW WE'LL DO IT."
"You...uh...want me to change you back to normal first?"
"NOT YET," Sans answered with a determined look, "THIS PERSONALITY GIVES ME THE KIND OF BOUNDLESS ENERGY I COULD ONLY DREAM OF NORMALLY. KNOWING HOW CRAZY THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA GET, I'M PROBABLY GONNA NEED IT."
"Why in the world would you keep the Mispersonification Ray after all the trouble it caused?!"
"It was an impulse move," Lucida answered Alphys sheepishly.
"An impulse move?!" Alphys repeated, "Lucida!"
"Hey!" Lucida retorted, "My "impulse move" is gonna end up saving our butts! Just you wait!"
Alphys sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose.
"After all this is over, that thing is gone," she groaned.
Sans exhaled slowly, leaning against Papyrus. He and Lucida had come back to the lounge to make sure the others were okay and fill them in on Lucida's plan. Because of the effects of the ray, Sans felt incredibly jittery, but he had to resist the urge to do anything crazy.
"You!"
Sans felt a chill rush down his spine. He whirled around to see Mettaton standing in the doorway to the lounge, his face contorted into an enraged scowl. His glare was directed straight at Sans.
"M-METTATON," Sans stuttered, his pupils disappearing in fear.
"STAY AWAY FROM SANS!" Papyrus warned, moving inbetween Sans and Mettaton, "THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM!"
"You want to play that game with me, do you?" Mettaton spat, his expression unchanging, "I'll dust you too. It won't be that hard."
"LUCIDA!" Sans called, looking back to Lucida, "THE RAY!"
"R-right!" Lucida replied, readying the Ray. Mettaton saw this and let out a low growl, covering the heart on his belt with one hand.
"You really think that thing's going to stop me?" Mettaton said, directing his gaze toward Lucida, "If you can't hit my soul, that thing's worthless!"
Sans grimaced. Lucida also looked worried, the Ray shaking in her hands. It was clear that she wasn't prepared to deal with this situation.
Just then, a mess of vines shot up from the floor around Mettaton, pulling his hands away from his belt and leaving him wide open. Sans stared at the scene, gaping confusedly at what had just happened.
"Do it, Lucida!"
Sans froze upon hearing Flowey's voice. Before he could wonder any further, though, Lucida fired the Ray, scoring a direct hit on Mettaton's soul. Mettaton let out a bloodchilling scream before the vines let him go and he collapsed to the floor.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" Sans asked, still frozen in place. He then felt another beam from the Ray hit him and his scrambled state of mind quickly returned to normal.
"We did it," Lucida said, coming up beside Sans. She then blew against the top of the Ray's barrel as if she were blowing away smoke from the barrel of a real gun.
"th-that was...what was that?" Sans stuttered, "what the heck just-"
"You're welcome."
Both Sans and Lucida turned to Flowey, who was currently crawling back into his flowerpot. He then gave both of them a look Sans couldn't quite decipher before clicking his tongue and turning away.
"Flowey," Lucida began, "You saved us."
"why, though?" Sans asked, pupils fading out once more, "i didn't think you cared."
"Normally, I wouldn't," Flowey replied.
"What's gotten into you, Flowey?" Lucida asked cheekily, almost as if she knew what was coming next.
"I don't know for sure," Flowey replied contemplatively, "but...I think I'm getting some of that Christmas spirit Lucida was talking about."
Lucida giggled ecstatically, clapping her hands and jumping up and down in place. Sans sighed.
"You? Christmas spirit?" Undyne piped up, "How is that possible?
"All I know," Flowey said, looking like he had to force the words out of his mouth, "Is that no one should have to suffer on Christmas."
The entire room went silent for a good moment. Such a statement was so uncharacteristic of Flowey that it struck everyone speechless. Only Lucida didn't seem fazed. In fact, she seemed happier than ever.
"Ding, ding, ding!" Lucida exclaimed, "We have a winner!"
"What?" Flowey asked confusedly.
"I modified Mettaton to kidnap me to teach Flowey about Christmas spirit!"
"You what?!" Alphys exclaimed, "I-is that even possible?! Mettaton is a-!"
"You freaking what?!" Undyne roared, cutting Alphys off, "He literally almost killed people! What the heck did you think you were doing?!"
"I may have gone a bit too far..." Lucida replied sheepishly, her voice shaking, "but we're all okay, right? Everything's fine!"
"Hold on," Flowey butted in, "If you were trying to teach me about Christmas spirit, why didn't you have Mettaton come after me?"
"Well, we..."
Lucida froze and Sans could practically see the beads of sweat running down the side of her skull as she fished for an excuse.
"Well, that doesn't matter!" she finally finished, "Everyone is safe and Flowey learned about Christmas spirit!"
"AND NOW THAT THE DECORATING IS DONE," Papyrus continued, "WE CAN ALL CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS!"
Sans huffed, glaring at Lucida. Of course she was once again going to get off scot-free for everything she'd just done. It was getting to be pretty annoying.
"Ugh..."
Everyone then turned to where Mettaton was as the robot finally sat up.
"What happened?" Mettaton asked, looking around in complete bewilderment, "The last thing I remember is Lucida taking me back to her room with her..."
"Well..." Lucida started slowly, "You see, there's a pretty long story to all of that...
Lucida explained to Mettaton what had happened with only a few interjections from others to tell her how wrong she was to do what she did. Then, once both Mettaton and Lucida apologized for what they had done, there was a big celebration and that Christmas was the best Christmas any of them had ever celebrated. Enemies became friends, Flowey learned about Christmas spirit, and Lucida got a few more scares in on Undyne before the Christmas season came to an en-
"whoa whoa whoa," Sans interrupted, "hold up. that was the most anticlimactic ending in the history of ever. why does that warrant this whole sappy ending spiel that isn't even really true in the first place?"
"Who hired a narrator anyway?" Lucida asked.
Sans groaned, placing his head in his hands. After all of this, he was going to need a LOT of eggnog...
Sans lay awake in bed once again, staring up at the ceiling. Taking everything that had just happened that day into account, he should have passed out as soon as his head hit his pillow. Something was bugging him, though, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep until he figured out what it was.
He sighed, getting out of bed and shoving his feet into his slippers. He then decided to teleport to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge, pulled out the near-empty carton of eggnog toward the back, and poured the rest of its contents into a glass. He took a single sip, then froze.
"i can teleport..."
He slammed the glass back down onto the counter, burying his face in his hands to try to keep from screaming with anger.
"frickin' lucida."