"You okay bro?" Sans remembered he was being visited. "Yep. Just tired. Can't really slack off here." Sans sat down. "You can handle it brother." Papyrus did not neglect to notice that the guards looked at Sans with the same disdain that was regarded to them by that one human. "After all, you shouldn't be slacking off anyhow!" Sans nodded.
Shit. Papyrus was scanning him. And Sans can't block a scan with his bracelet on.
Papyrus' eyes squinted.
Attack:1
Defense:1
That wasn't the issue, but Sans' soul had extra cracks. "Brother, where did they come from?" Sans shrugged, "Just stress of the surface bro. Hasn't been all rainbows for me." Papyrus banged his hands on the table, causing Sans to jump back. "Tell me!" "Just had a rough couple first days. People take badly to killing a child." Really badly. Thank goodness, Papyrus' got off free due to no one knowing of the past.
"I expect a call everyday. The whole hour, just so I can know what's going on." Sans looked at his "protector" who winked, not unnoticed by Papyrus. "Who is he?"
"Frisk's uncle." Papyrus gulped. "FRISK'S UNCLE IS YOUR CELLMATE!" Sans shrugged, "It isn't too bad. We have a deal, he protects me if I do what he says. He said it's to give me the same amount as I did the kid." "Sans, are you in danger?" Sans shook his head, "I'll be fine." Not that he had a choice. If he broke out of prison, bye bye, to monsters being welcomed on the surface, even begrudgingly.
"Sans, I can't bear for you to be in this situation for life." Sans shrugged. "Paps, really, I'm fine. You should enjoy your freedom. Your community service is done."
"Are you sure?" Sans knew that look in Papyrus' eyes. He wanted to help Sans break out of this hell. "I'm sure, bro."
Sans and Papyrus talked about mundane stuff before visiting time was up. Sans entered his cell to a glare, "Must be nice to have someone care about you." His cellmate's voice was deeper, "No matter how awful you are." Sans nodded. "Now only if Frisk got that in the Underground, considering they're a better person than you'll ever be." Sans felt a spell take over him, forcing his soul to constrict together. That was quite painful, as souls shouldn't force themselves together as it limits magic, even latent magic, which when wearing a device to limit your magic, causes more grief than usual.
Monsters do need latent magic to live. Some more than others. Being a skeleton, Sans needed the least, but still needed some. Magic comes from intentions in the air, and Sans' cellmate had mixed intentions, which was the magic Sans was exposed to the most. So Sans already needed more magic than usual, unless someone who liked him (and he didn't fancy his chances of that here) casted magic near him.
Papyrus' helped or was helping, but since a person who at best had mixed feelings about him cast the constricting spell, Papyrus' air magic was being overtaken. Sans felt himself panting, as he got on his knees. He was already on limited magic as is, as multiple people's bad intentions were mixed with one person's mixed intentions. "Please." Tears came from his eyes. "Wait." Sans was using all his strength to stay on his knees. "Sucks when someone breaks their word, doesn't it?" Sans nodded. He knew this was a punishment.
Ever since Frisk came, his cellmate has been pissed at him. Sans guessed he would be angry too, if someone convinced Papyrus they were bad. "Now, be honest, if you wish to have a decent time with me." Frisk's uncle laughed. "Did you know I know Frisk has a special power?" Sans eyes darkened in shock, further limiting his magic. "Stand up!" The man's finger pointed to the ground.
Humiliatingly, Sans grabbed the man's knees, forcing himself up, using his waist for balance. Not that that lasted long, as Sans was yanked up by the collar, face to face with his cellmate. "I taught them."
Seeing the weakling was about to pass out, Dillard cast a small amount of magic to allow Sans to stay conscious, which Sans was grateful for. His words were now deliberately slow, "So. They. Could. Survive. People. Like. You." The man dropped a still panting Sans. "I don't care if Frisk killed every monster in any step." Was whispered in Sans' ear. "They don't deserve to be judged for defending themselves." Sans felt his cellmate's soul hold release. "Because there's a difference between me and you, I don't believe someone who can come back should be held to different standards than others who can't." The man stepped on Sans' foot. "That wasn't an accident." Dillard's face said it all, don't move. "I also know Frisk doesn't like using that power. How many, Sans? How many due to the monsters?" Sans started counting, "64." "Any bad timelines?" Sans shook their head, "Never reset a timeline."
"Well, let's play a game. I'll stomp your other foot that many times. I'll heal it afterwards. After all, by your logic that's fair, since the pain won't last." Sans tried to escape the man's hold. "Unfair." The man shrugged as his free foot slammed on Sans' free foot. "Count. Don't mess up." "One." Another slam. "Ah! Two." Sans did mess up. "63, no 62." "That's okay, we can just start over. You are fond of that, by judgments, aren't you?" "No!" Slap. "Then why did you imply my nibbling was a bad person?" "I didn't know if they'd go back." "Let me tell you something, Sans, I don't care if they go back tomorrow and end you all, each of you deserve it.
I know what really happened. Because Frisk is naive. The waterfall plaque doesn't make sense. How do you know what it looks like?" Sans' eyes darkened again. "You know the answer. One of your disgusting race's monsters absorbed a soul.
You blamed Frisk for something they may do. And punished them for it." Dillard smiled, "How would you feel if I said, monsters will do it again, and opted to kill your brother because he has free reign and is most likely to get away with it?" There was a minute of silence, "I'm not buying his stupid act. So if I killed him, Sans?" "I'd be angry. Especially on a maybe." Sans knew the point the man was trying to get at. "Now, back to the guilty parties punishment. Double. Ready?" Before Sans could answer, his bones crunched. "Ah! One."
After 128 painful stomps, Sans was free to move, after the man kept his word and healed him. "Remember, letter." Sans nodded. "You're lucky you're alive. And don't you forget it." "Yes, thank you." Sans answered, fast.