SOMEBODY CAME
Sans had just finished wrapping the clock around his neck when he decided to go and look for survivors. His old clothes and sweater were torn, so in light that knowing that what he did now had somewhat of a purpose, he changed into something a little less wrecked. After all, he didn't just make Papyrus a costume for that cosplay party a while back. He just decided to change his mind about going last minute. The costume was left in his drawer for a while now, but it was still in pretty good condition all things considered. From the black boots, to the different set of longer shorts to the fluffy overcoat and blue turtleneck, the costume looked pretty good on Sans. It was a perfect fit, no complaints, and actually fit a little more comfortably than the normal outfit. Sans finished putting the black gloves on when he heard screaming in the distance, a call for help. With everything in order, Sans rushed out the door to find the survivor.
Sans looked upon the two humans at his feet. The kid, he recognised, fallen over and panting heavily, the other seemed to be attempting to support Frisk, and seemed to shy back when Sans approached, scared the skeleton might attack them. Sans offered a hand to help the other human up, while taking Frisk in his arms. "Looks like your friend took quite the fall here, kiddo. Follow me, I'll get 'em somewhere warm," Sans instructed, keeping Frisk secure in one arm and grabbing the other human's hand. Together, they walked to Grillby's. The human in green introduced themselves as Chara. Sans couldn't help but flinch at the familiarity of the name, Chara.
Arriving at Grillby's didn't take too long, and Frisk soon woke up in good health, although a little cold. Frisk let out a soft sneeze and looked away from Sans in shame. The poor kid must believe it was their fault; at least, that's what their expression was saying. "So, are there any other survivors, kids?" Sans asked the twosome. "Not that I could see, all of this dust and souls just started leaking from the apartments of New Home, and it just kept coming," Chara answered. Frisk nods in agreement. Sans puts a glove to his skull in thought. "Do you know what happened to all of those souls, all of that dust?" Sans asked curiously. Both of them shook their heads. "I see…. That proves you have nothing to do with it, then," the skeleton responds, getting a few confused looks from the humans. Frisk attempts to tell Sans about how they reset too much, but Sans waves it off. "Nah, it's more my fault than anything. If I hadn't have fallen for that fancy time-guy's magic tricks, this wouldn't have happened."
Frisk attempts to tell Sans that it still their fault for pushing it. Sans gives a shrug. "I guess we all have a part to play in this. The expression your wearing tells me you weren't doing it all in good fun," the skeleton states. Frisk nods and tells Sans about Chara, who in turn looks down ashamed. Frisk explains they didn't know the full extent of the consequences that were involved in saving Chara, and that they had underestimated how many resets it would take. Sans listens carefully to Frisks recount of everything, and about the nightmares he'd been having was Frisk's only way of revealing Chara to save them. "Like I said, we all have a part to play in this, and it's about time we take action to fix all of this. I know what happened to the monsters, we've just got to find a way to reverse it," Sans explains, and telling his account of the story thus far. Both humans listened as best they could.
Sans, after revealing his end of the tale, goes behind the counter for a bottle of maple syrup. Grillby wouldn't mind, after all, who knows what any other monsters are thinking, if they can think at all in their condition. Sans picks up the maple syrup bottle, and finds a page underneath. Picking it up curiously, he takes it back over to the other end of the table and begins to skim it while drinking the syrup.
Entry 52:
I've found an interesting topic. It's a little hazy, but for this entry of this new field of soul research, I should just state the basics I know so far. The topic in question is about an object I like to call a 'TimeKeep'. A small clock with extraordinary SOUL power. Power enough to travel through time and visit alternate realities to you liking. Twelve timekeeps allow a monster to rule over time itself and destroy the existence of those who are not fitting of the time they rule.
Though, creating a timekeep is risky, dangerous and a terrible act of genocide. For every one timekeep is made of all of the monsters of a specific timeline. Their souls meld and dust shape into a timekeep. This is all the info I can gather from my research thus far. The following entries shall be known as the Timekeep Journal, and my research on timekeeps shall be kept a secret. Who knows what would happen if this information fell into the wrong hands?
Sans looks over the page a minute, and catches a footnote at the bottom of the entry. It's a lot less legible than the previous entry.
Final Entry:
It keeps getting darker, all I can hear is static. They're all gone, I don't know what to do! This timeline is slowly getting destroyed by a….I don't even know what it is! This information can't fall into it's hands. I'm going to scatter these notes across time and space. I can't let that…blue stringed, timeline destroying abomination find these. I'm approaching the core now. I'm so sorry, boys… To who ever reads this beware of Er….ans….!
Sans looked over the page again, processing what e had just read. "Well, guys. It looks like we have our work cut out for us…We need to find the other entries of this research if we want answers to our predicament," The skeleton stated. Frisk and Chara look to each other and nod. "Alright. Lets find a way to fix this. and, while we're at it, we'll find the guy who did this and give them a bad time."