A/N
Hey guys! Hope you enjoythis lovely chapter! I'm gonna respond to a few reviews first if you don't mind:
Monkey999Boy: ...What. I mean, I guess I cansee where you got SansxAlphys (not a ship in this, by the way), but where did you get SansxUndyne? Don't mean to be, well, mean... But how did you come to that?
DarkraiFangirl: Yes. Yes it was a FNAF reference. I apologize. *Feels my sins crawling on my back
TimeturnerJasmy: I'm so glad you want to see more Sans and ALphys interactions. I do too! That's why I wrote this! And I too find Sans's powers to be very interesting... More interesting to me however is what everyone else knows of them.
I Heart The Hitachiin Twins: First! Nice Penname. Hikaru and Kaoru FTW. Second: I...didn't know that people thought the Dreemurs were the only boss monsters. I always thought Undyne was one too. And Sans, of course. Papyrus is strong but I guess he isn't one...Or maybe you destroy his soul when you destroy his faith in you :'( ... OR MAYBE SANS TOOK HIS SOULD BEFORE IT BROKE. I JUST THOUGHT OF THAT.
If I didn't respond to your review it's because I couldn't think of a response or you just didn't have much to say so neither did I.
Thank you all!
Tra la la, on with the chapter!
Papyrus had invited Undyne and Alphys over for spaghetti. Alphys fidgeted outside the Skeleton Brothers' home, shifting her feet. Snow was not good for a reptile. Snow was not good for a fish. Snow was more a thing for a rabbit, a dog. Something with fur.
Since the night Sans had randomly shown up at her lab, she found it's been difficult to find Sans in his room. Well, what'd she expect, really? He saw that someone got video feed of his bedroom, who WOULDN'T be freaked out? Apparently the strange skeleton had taken to sleeping on the couch at night, much to Papyrus's pleasure. He'd said that they have been having a slumber party for a week straight now.
She still hadn't figured out who texted Sans. In all honesty, she expected he did himself. Also he moved freakishly quickly. Also he died- Eh, you get it. Her claws fumbled on the screen of her phone, trying to text Mettaton.
Her and the robot hadn't been the best of friends lately, but she'd like to try to talk to him again. Apparently the story of Sans's kind-of-death caught his attention enough for him to text back.
MTT:
So Sans just died?
Alphy:
Yeah. It was weird.
MTT:
But he's alive now?
Alphy:
Yeah. Still trying to figure that out. :Y
MTT:
Hmm….perhaps I could help?
Alphy:
Rly? Well if u want.
MTT:
Certainly! Where is he/you?
Alphy:
We're both at their house. Sans and Papyrus's.
MTT:
Alrighty then. Be right there.
Alphys stared at her phone, trying to figure out what Mettaton intended to do to help. Maybe, being a former ghost, he'd know something about odd souls.
Undyne pounded on the door for the third time "Papyrus, we're freezing out here! Open the door!" she snapped. Alphys shifted her feet and hoped the skeleton would comply. True it's only been about five minutes but she didn't wear shoes and her claws were getting cold. There was the sound of shuffling for a moment before the door opened. Sans stood in the doorway, yawning, and then motioned them to come in.
Upon entry they found that the skeletons' living room had been transformed into an intricate pillow fort of sorts. One half of it had a sign over it labelled 'The Great Papyrus'. That side seemed to be well made and was neat and organized inside of it. A wall made from the couch cushions separated it from the other side which had a half-hanging sign that just read 'sans' had a blanket draped over the rest of the couch making a crude tent of sorts. Socks and pillows covered the floor.
Undyne twitched "What?"
Sans shrugged "papyrus wanted to make a pillow fort."
The younger brother emerged from the kitchen at his name, dressed in cooking attire and carrying a plate of steaming spaghetti. "OH, UNDYNE AND DR. ALPHYS! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?" he asked.
"I'VE BEEN KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR FOREVER!" Undyne snapped.
Papyrus did his weird skeleton frown and darted his eyes over to his brother. "SANS, WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER?"
Sans yawned "i was sleeping." Papyrus looked annoyed by his brother's answer but didn't say anything and turned to address his guests instead.
"I'M SORRY FOR SANS'S LAZY-NESS. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME! I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE SPAGHETTI!" he said with a grin before ducking back into the kitchen.
Undyne rolled her eyes, used to Papyrus's quirky nature, and examined the forts instead.
"Were you having some sort of fort-war?" she asked.
Sans stuffed his hands into his short's pockets. "Pap wanted to but i fell asleep." Undyne responded to appropriately, yelling at him. Alphys tilted her head. It was weird seeing Sans without his signature hoodie on. Or maybe his slippers were his signature item? It didn't matter as he was wearing neither of them. Just a t-shirt and shorts on today. The light in his eyesockets darted over to her for half a second. Alphys felt chills down her spine to the tip of her tail.
Sans seemed to just be getting progressively freakier to her.
In a few moments, Papyrus brought out several plates of spaghetti for their enjoying. Alphys poked at it, feeling her stomach turn but not wanting to seem rude. Undyne gulped it down then criticized it, Papyrus taking in every word like some sort of word-sponge.
Sans fell asleep, his face emerged in the spaghetti like some sort of spaghetti-snorkler. Alphys tried to find some way to dispose of her spaghetti without actually eating it, as it is it was a bit… overcooked.
But she really didn't want Papyrus to feel bad.
Swallowing down her distaste she ate a forkful and tried her hardest to not let her urge to puke show on her face. Undyne really shouldn't be teaching Papyrus to cook. 'Boil to a crisp' was not the best flavor.
Or maybe it was for a fish?
Eh, who knows.
Sans's snores and Undyne's advice filled the room as they ate and it seemed kind of…normal. A normal, everyday meal between friends. Yep. Nothing weird about a fish, dinosaur, and two skeletons eating spaghetti underground.
It was kind of peaceful, actually. Alphys found herself zoning out as she ate her spaghetti and found she kind of wanted to join Sans in nap land. It was nice.
Really nice.
Then the wall blew up.
"HERE I AM!" the robotic voice bellowed as the debris flew everywhere. Alphys coughed as she got a mouthful of dust and she heard Undyne swear loudly at Mettaton as he made his entry. What was that supposed to do to help? She had no idea. Maybe Mettaton just wanted attention?
…
That was a stupid question. Mettaton always wants attention.
She wiped her glasses clean using the end of her labcoat and put them back onto her face, blinking to get her eyes to focus. Dust was everywhere, so were chunks of the wall. She managed to see in time to see everyone staring at Sans.
A little green bar floated over the skeleton, and over that, the number '1'. The green bar went entirely down.
Sans only had one HP.
Oh crap.
Sans only had one HP.
"SANS!" Papyrus shrieked, running over to his brother. Undyne turned to the robot, grinding her fangs and snapped
"YOU JUST KILLED SANS!"
Mettaton shrugged his weird noodle arms "Again, apparently."
Alphys ignored the argument between fish and robot and ran over to where Papyrus was trying to hold together Sans. He started disintegrating to dust again, and Alphys felt sick when she couldn't help but wonder if he'll repeat his soul-stitching trick.
"SANS!" Papyrus didn't seem to wonder it. "SANS STOP DYING!" another odd request. Undyne turned her attention over to them from Mettaton. The rather apathetic robot seemed very interested in what might happen next.
Alphys felt like she was going to pass out.
Sans, please just….
It was weird.
Floating, floating. That's all he really could register. He was floating somewhere and he was very comfortable. It was warm, but not too warm. Like… When it's cold out and you're under a nice thick blanket. That kind of warm.
Taking a nap here seemed like a good idea.
"SANS!" There was Papyrus. Sans groaned and forced his eyesockets opened.
This place was pretty. It was as if he was underwater, except black. Waves of silver and faint blue swirled about the void like an aurora. All the sounds here were muffled, muted. It felt nice.
"SANS STOP DYING!"
Sans couldn't help but chuckle to himself. His brother had such an odd way of voicing his concern. Sans yawned.
Did he really have to go back?
No, not really. He didn't have to but he always did. Why? Well…
His eyesockets closed again. He could take a short nap. It wouldn't hurt anything.
"Sans?"
There was Alphys. She just sounded like she was asking a question. His grin widened. Did she expect him to respond? Nah, he'll pass. Just sleep for now.
"SANS!"
Undyne tried to help.
"SANS I WILL GLUE YOU BACK TOGETHER IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP-"
Tried.
God forbid that be an on-going joke.
A soft glow shone on his face and drew his attention to look. It was a white little heart floating above his chest, its glow dimming and brightening over and over. It was kind of pretty. Sans closed his eyes again and settled in to sleep. He didn't have to deal with this right now. There wasn't anything wrong with sleeping.
Crack.
He opened his eyes again and saw a small crevice snaking its way down the heart. He wondered why it was important-
Wait.
Crap.
THAT WAS HIS SOUL.
Sans flailed in the void, not knowing which way was up or down. No wonder Papyrus was asking him to stop dying! He was dying! CRAP, HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT!? Oddly enough his magic still worked here, wherever it was. He flexed out one hand and a bone materialized. Grumbling, he knocked it over whatever happened to be there, breaking the end into a point.
His left eye lit up, materializing a thread out of nothing and he began to work the makeshift needle into his soul. It hurt. It hurt a lot but he did it anyway. What he did last time seemed to work again, but he noticed no stitches came undone. They just vanished. He mutter to himself and kept on sewing, wincing whenever he pricked the surface.
In, out. In, out.
Damn that hurt.
He got to the edge of it and tensed up, bracing himself for possibly the most painful part. Sans tugged at the needle and pulled the thread tighter, trying not to scream as his soul was pulled together. The void blinked out like a light, which is odd because it was rather dark. But it vanished and he was aware of them all staring in his direction. Again. Papyrus was chewing on the tips of his fingers- a bad habit, Sans made a note to remind him of that- Undyne glare again, and Mettaton was making some commentary he didn't care to hear. Alphys stared too, she seemed to be thinking about something.
He did it. Again. He fixed his soul.
He would've sighed had he a mouth at the moment. Now for the body.
This part hurt in a different way.
Focusing, Sans sent out the magical threads from his soul and wrapped them around the pile of dust he assumed was his. Luckily he didn't need to focus for the entirety of this segment. His soul just did the rest, gathering up everything that was his. He needed to put in a little extra effort to drag his clothes around it but for the most part he could just focus on keeping his magic in control. Focus on his reaction to this.
Focus on the pain.
He felt every single grain of his body get dragged in and fixed into place, and felt as every small particle melted together, molding into his form. It hurt. It hurt so, so badly it felt as if a needle was being driven through his skull-
Gaster, what's happening? What's going on?
Hush now. It'll be over quickly enough. Just keep calm.
Sans screamed.