Chapter 4, POV FP Sans.

I call Papyrus and walk a bit away from Toriel as he picks up.

"YES, SANS?"

"Hey bro. I'll be at a sleepover. You cool with that?"

"ONLY IF YOU'RE HOME BY SATURDAY!"

"Thanks bro. Alright, see ya."

I hang up, putting my phone away and walking back over to Toriel. You know, I remember in those adult anime, the girls always had bodies with orbs the size of basketballs. Hers are probably .8 times that, plus the size of a basketball, so I guess 1.8 times, and her lower figure seems a lot wider. Guess being a goat does that. Or just being in the ruins…? Anyway.

"He said I could stay."

She looks away and rubs her arm.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I don't think it's a bad one. What could possibly go wrong?" And I regret saying that. Bit too soon.

"How can it be? I could barely handle sparing a child without killing them...how can I make sure you stay safe here with me?" She asks, tears visibly forming.

"How can I even go on living? I killed a child. I killed the one thing I swore to protect." She's crying now, turning her head away from me.

"Look. What you did was wrong, yeah, but not staying around long enough to make sure children meet the a grizzly fate would be even more so."

She takes a few moments to process this and calms down.

"Thank you, Sans. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"It's really no problem. We can head inside whenever ya want."

The Ruins are something I've only heard about, and they sound really cool, but I don't really know.

"Sans...would it be much to ask if I could hold your hand?"

"Eh, not really. Go on ahead."

She smiles a bit and puts a firm grip on my right hand. Her fur is really soft, my magical little non-skin can sense that. She also pulls me a bit closer to her, I'm about at eye-level with her hips and that's what I'm almost touching right now. Sometimes people think I'm a kid when they meet me, and I guess that makes..a bit of sense. Maybe that's why she likes it. Whatever it is, she opens the door to the Ruins and walks inside, I have to jog a bit to keep up the pace. Warping is easy, but keeping pace with someone way taller than you is not.

We walk a ways inside, into this dark corridor, and at this point she grips my hand harder and pulls me a bit closer again. I hope her hips aren't made of steel, or else they'll break my skull if she pulls me near her again. I guess she's afraid of her he dark, which is ok. I used to be afraid of spiders. I'm not anymore, but now I'm afraid of Muffet. I say nothing the whole way, looking up at her a few times. She always seems a bit worried. Or maybe she's just trying hard not to think about the event that's upsetting her so much. If it didn't, I would thank her for dealing with the thing. He reach a staircase and go up, and y'know,

I'm impressed (it's an AU, so I'll make the Ruins house just a bit better for Toriel to live in.). The floors are all nice and polished, looks like mahogany to me. I think that's the stuff that we saw at the MTT. It was nice, but not as polished as this. I could see a table in the corner with a golden flower on it. Luckily, I'm not seeing a face, no need to get into a fight with it. She keeps walking, to the right of the staircase, and I look back to see a hallway with 5 rooms in it. She walks into a biiiiig room, which must be the living room, I think that's what it's called. It has a coffee table in the middle of it, made of glass and some kind of wood, it has a few phone books under it on a little shelf and on top is a book about snails. I see she has a bookshelf with a ton of fact books on it, and a lot of recipe books as well. She has a small table next to a reclining chair for her to put things on, and the rest of the room has a dining table, a TV on a stand in the middle of the south wall of it, and an entrance to another room.

But that room is for later, I'm gonna guess, because she's sitting down and putting me in her lap, hugging me really close. My ribs are currently pressed against hers and held between her chest, so naturally, I'm not gonna say anything or do anything stupid. I could make at least 3 puns right now, but which to hold back the most….

"Sans, I hope you would not mind if I read. You could read as well."

"Sure. Got any books about history?"

"I think so..could you check the shelf?"

I hop up, falling on my face. You know, u should've remember if you jump from someone's arms, you probably won't have a simple trajectory. It's cool though. I brush it off and get up, walking over to the shelf. She seems to be smiling a bit at that pratfall, which is nice. I see a book on the way top shelf, and since I can't reach it, I guess I'll just need to use my power of gravity and molecule manipulation to reach it. To which I realize I should've moved, because it falls on my head.

Sarcastic ow aside, I walk over to her and she picks me up and puts me in her lap again, putting a pair of reading glasses on and starts reading a book on...uh, I think it was snails. She must be happy, or my back is heating up, because my back feels warmer than it did before. Yeah, let's go with my back's just getting heated up. We read for a long while, I read mostly about how the Ruins were formed and blah blah stuff blah reading blah almost asleep because I haven't slept all day. I can't tell what time it is, but at one point it must be pie time, because she puts down her book and asks me,

"Do you prefer butterscotch or cinnamon?"

"The only thing I don't like is relish. I don't relish the idea of using it." That pun hurt me, it was so bad, by I used it anyway. It doesn't even speak truth, relish is pretty good, but ya gotta put away facts sometimes to make your jokes. She smiles a bit, probably from how that was really not my greatest [again, sensitivity wins over funny jokes]. She holds me in her arms and stands up, putting me back down in the chair.

"Would you mind being good for me and keeping the seat safe?"

"From the bed bugs? Trying to invade the chairs, I see."

"No, just keep it safe please."

"K. I'll do that."

I start reading again as she walks out, and I find myself thinking...I..kinda like her. She seems nice, just like at the door, except a bit different when not held back by a huge barrier. Plus, if she dealt with the gremlin, surely she must be strong enough to protect herself and others. Yet...she seems unaware that the creep Chara is so purely evil, and that fragile distinction between hero and murderer could shatter her, so really, it's best to make Mum the word. I know very well the power words have over people, but the thing is, they actually take a bigger effect down here. You have to be extra-careful what you say, because you never know what could break someone down or make them enraged. I've learned a lot, but I know that nothing I can learn matters in the next realm, because the rules are always changing. So just about everything truly is temporary, but an impression or legacy lasts forever...or is this just a rant to myself and how being lazy isn't a big deal? Whatever. Hm...this chair is pretty comfy...pretty warm, and….zzzzzz…..

Chapter 4.5, POV FP Papyrus.

Hmmmm...I, The Great Papyrus, seem to be stumped for once at something OTHER than Junior Jumble! This strange clone of Asgore says it IS a clone, but a different KIND of clone! Strangeness, yes indeed. It also says it is some type of 'wizard', but I don't believe it! Anyone can make fireballs out of thin air!...ok, well, not really. I'm curious at to where this clone came from, but it currently seems to be sitting very close to my being, to which I have no idea why.

"I want to be a really good host, so...what do you need or want? Name it and I, The Great and Generous Papyrus, will do my best to get it for you! Nyeh heh heh!"

"Well, I don't need anything. But...I do want to know what's been happening around the underground, I just came around…"

Well well! She asked a subject I know all about! Alphys told me all about it!

"Well once upon a time there was a king and his wife and one day a human fell down and-" *An hour later.*"-I'll not stop until I do it!"

"Hmmmm..that's very interesting. So am I a princess, or a queen?" She seems to be curious, her eyes say it, yet her smile seems strangely sly. Hmmmm….

"Uhh...a clone king-queen?"

"Well, maybe. But I know what I CAN be…" She looks at me hard. I think my answer was a trap.

"I can be better than you at Mario Kart ;3"

I will NOT stand for that! The time is nigh to fight back against such accusations, even though the time only came around 2 seconds ago!

"Well I, the Great and Very Skilled Papyrus, will prove you wrong!"

Chapter 4.9, POV FP Sans.

ZZZZzz..zzzzzz….zzzzz….zzzzz….zzz….

…. *Ok a bit later with Sans.*

Zzzzz...hm? Huh. Guess I fell asleep in the chair. Hope I didn't keep Toriel waiting. I wonder if she has a last name, now that I think about it, or a middle name. Weird, I feel like I'm not in the chair anymore. Feels a lot warmer, and comfier, and...furrier...and tighter. You know, I can deduce things pretty well, but I look around to see where I'm at anyway. I'm on a bed, and it appears there are two furry white arms holding me close to the owner. Unless I got kidnapped and am being held hostage, I'm a cute skeletal teddy bear for Toriel right now. Which I'm fine with. I haven't felt such a hug in a very long time. Ever since that one time...but...that's the only timeline I'd rather forget.

(Thanks to Udk115 for helping me out with some parts to this story, and to everyone reading this :P See ya next time! Any suggestions for timelines are welcome, but please, if you DO, I would love if they're from fighting, MMO, or RPG games, or a universe with such games involved with it. Anyway, see ya around.)