Author's note: This story is based on the Undertale AU, SecuriTale created by the very talented tekitourabbit her amazing work can be found here: tekitourabbit* deviantart* com / (replace the asterisks with periods and remove the spaces.)

Undertale and related characters belong to the amazing Toby Fox

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I love The Oatmeal's grammar posters: theoatmeal* com / comics / misspelling (y'all know the drill.)

Two things about this AU:

First, Papyrus and Sans are age swapped (Papyrus is the elder.)

Second, Sans has more than one HP, more on that later; for now enjoy.

Chapter song:Blue Lips by Regina Spektor

Chapter 5

Somewhere in the multiverse someone wandered:

Out of the darkness and into the waning light...

While Frisk may not have been able to hear everything that was happening with Sans, that did not mean he did not have a lot going on. There was a sudden burst of static and a squawk that caused Sans to break into a bout of swearing.

"Hello to you too, sunshine. You wanna let me know what the hell happened?" Undyne chuckled on the other end of the line. Grit fell into Sans face at that moment causing him to cough.

"...ya know undyne, it smells like shit in here, and i was having such a nice day. where's the kettle," he asked tersely.

"She's coming bonehead, now quit your clowning and fill me in. The Hammer said you were in the sticky, so tell me what happened." He heard a sound that sounded suspiciously like Undyne spitting on the ground. She may be able to fool others, but her tone let him know she was ready to fight if need be. Sans coughed again and there was another blare of static.

"...damn, well she'd better hurry we're gonna need her, the kid's phone is outa commission. and i have a feeling that someone may have put her up to this. there must be something there. i know you are gonna be pissed, but the kid had 'bout five minutes on me, and i can't jump in here. hells i can't even stand up." There was another blare of static and Sans punched the top of the culvert, twice.

"... undyne, undyne ya copy? ...pie, this is the clown over… pie? shit… these radios cut out with alarming frequency," he deadpanned as he ripped the device from his neck and tossed it aside.

"...frisk, LAST WARNING," Sans tone was baleful as his left eye lit cyan laced with gold. He knew full well his magic may not reach her, and he did not know how far away she was or if she had heard him the way this place echoed. He took a deep breath and counted to ten, but it did nothing to calm him.

"...sorry kiddo, hope ya ain't too mad at me later." Sans reached out to his sides and placed his hands against cool metal, and he focused his energy out ahead of himself along the walls of the culvert. The darkness was suddenly filled with dazzling, azure light and Sans even had to take a moment to blink at the change in scenery. He looked down to see wet greenish-blue muck between his knees, and then up to his left and right to walls that had quite a few hazards to clothing and bone. Far in the distance just at the edge of his magic enhanced vision, he could make out a slight shape that he knew better than the back of his own hand.

"...frisk," Sans breathed. As his magic died away he was glad she had not been hit by the brunt of it, but she must have been in the last third of the tunnel. All of his distractions had slowed him considerably, and his earlier nap had done nothing for his HP, in comparison to all of the energy he had expended in the last forty-five minutes or so.

"...i gotta give it to ya kiddo you are fast as hell, but ya ain't supposta be running from me. i need you to run to me, my beautiful girl." Sans said softly, as he reevaluated his position. He now had a partial visual map of the culvert, Frisk was getting further away every moment he hesitated, it had to be getting near sunset by his estimate, and he still did not know what or who could be waiting for either of them at the end of the tunnel. One thing that Sans did not like to deal with were variables he could not control. While a partial picture of the tunnel was a less than ideal factor, it was an acceptable risk, when compared to the unknown beyond the pipe's mouth. He brought the mini-map of the tunnel up in his mind again and made a few quick calculations. Then gathering his magic around him he made the jump through folded space. Sans felt the tickle that something was wrong, but it was too late he was already emerging. His quick calculations must have been off by mere microns, but these tiny units were enough to cause him to crash into the wall at top speed when space unfolded. He felt his right arm break before he heard it and his head hit the wall fracturing the bone near his right eye; Sans slumped to the floor, fell forward and vomited.

"DAMMIT," he wiped his hand on his slacks and reached up to gingerly touch his skull. Sans hissed in pain, he could feel the shattered zygomatic bone and it felt like a piece of it had fallen into his eye socket. He was not concerned about his broken arm, it would heal, but it was going to slow him down. Sans decided to forgo a check on his HP and instead tore the damaged right sleeve from his jacket, laying it across his knees. Then he unbuttoned his dress shirt sleeve and tore it from the garment, and using his teeth and his left hand he tied the two strips of fabric into a sling before surveying the damage to his right arm.

"... oh hell," Sans felt like he was going to be sick again. His radius and ulna were both broken, to say severely would be an understatement. The shattered bone was ghosted by tendrils of his magic both azure and faint gold, it was the only thing holding his arm together. Sans assumed his face was in a similar state.

"...welp this isn't good, but they say break a bone today and you'll hurt tomarrow," Sans chuckled to himself as he maneuvered the improvised sling around his neck, then swiftly grabbed his right hand with his left and dragged it into the sling. Once that was done, he did take a moment to relieve himself of the remains of his poor excuse for a lunch and he spat several times to rid his mouth of the taste. Glaring down at the discarded food Agent Bones noticed it too was laced with his magic, and he was glad he had skipped that HP check.

"...sorry 'pyrus you can chew me out later." Sans reached into his pocket to retrieve his smokes, only to find a crumpled package that was having difficulty coalescing with reality. He let out a muffled groan, the particles were in quantum flux and were clearly uncertain of their place in time or their energy, as some of the cigarettes were trying to bloom and burn simultaneously. Stuffing the collapsing matter back into his pocket, Sans pushed himself to his feet and braced himself against the wall; careful to avoid hitting his head again. He attempted a few cautious steps forward and stumbled weakly, before collapsing to his knees once more as his digestive system once again betrayed him. Spitting again, he looked in the direction the Ambassador had disappeared, certain he was facing the right way because he could make out the nimbus of light coming from the exit. Sans could however no longer see the outline of his Lady, but he was certain he could smell exhaust.

"...not that much further," he surmised. Sans began to weigh the risk versus the reward, he could see the light ahead after all. Unblocked light was a good target; perhaps on this excursion, space and time's propensity to curve would not betray him. He shivered, while the interior of the pipe was cool it was not cold, Sans knew that shock was setting in and he needed to keep moving. Another jump was his only option of catching up with the Ambassador.

'...aim for the light, aim for the light,' he began chanting over and over in his head. Sans could never remember exactly when he had discovered his ability to fold space. Papyrus had once said something about being a sneezy baby bones, but when he was younger it had helped to mentally visualize his target. When he emerged again he landed face first in the dirt and hard on his injured arm, in bright but waning light.

"Well, well, welly, well, well. What do we have here," asked a gruff male voice.

"Looks like a lost cadaver after a hard day," a second voice responded humorlessly and one of the voices gave Agent Bones a kick in his right side. Sans chuckled getting a mouth full of dirt.

"...funny i ain't heard that one before." Sans received another kick for his trouble.

"Shut da fuck up, creature," a rough and tumble female voice shouted.

"Yeah, but where the hell did it come from?" Another kick.

"Who tha hell cares, kill it." There was the sound of struggling and a yelp. Sans tried to raise his head, but one of the voices had apparently placed their foot upon it in an attempt to crush it.

"Ahh, fuck! Lady did you see, the little bitch bit me."

"NO, no! Do not harm him." Frisk's voice was like music to Sans' ossicles.

"...my lady ambassador, you are unharmed?" He heard and felt Frisk kneel near his injured side.

"I am well, Agent Bones," she whispered stroking his exposed shoulder gently.

"...your lady mother she…" he coughed.

"...she said she was making pie for desert and was putting the kettle on as well. my ego feels that we could hammer out dinner details later."

"That's enough of that, neither of ya is going to be home for dinner," Sans felt his Lady violently pulled from his side, and a moment later he was roughly hauled to his feet. His eyes attempted to adjust to the light, but before he could make out shapes beyond a blur someone unceremoniously tossed a sack over his head. Sans could just make out the the sound of dogs baying in the distance.

"Put 'em in the van ya knuckleheads! Do I gotta do everythin' myself," the female shouted then Sans was roughly shoved forward and bodily tossed onto the metal bed of said van. He could hear the soft step of her Ladyship as she was more gently lead into the vehicle before the doors slammed.

"Let's get the hell outa here, apparently this biology lab reject ain't the only one on our tail." Sans heard the whirr of the engine revving, he then felt the movement of the vehicle pick up quickly. The strains of baying and barking were louder now; he could even hear it over the sound of the engine.

"You little monster lovin' bitch, look at my hand," there was the sound of a slap and a very feminine grunt. Sans made a fist, drawing his arm underneath his torso and attempted to call his magic to himself once more.

"Carl you dumbass don't wreck the merchandise. HE believes she can be reeducated."

"Well you know what I say to that, Paul, bullshit! This dumb little bitch shoulda died down there with all the others, these things don't belong on our pristine earth." Sans received another hard boot to the ribs, he could feel they were cracked now.

"NO NAMES, idiots," a new voice chimed, another male. Sans could feel his magic building but it was weak; fizzling like a wet campfire. He used his rage as fuel, anger that Frisk had run and lied to him; irritation at having lied to his brother; self loathing at his own weakness; also he was pissed at Undyne, he had tried to warn her of this very possibility; but most of all he was livid someone had just hit his girl. His lividity shone in his magic, it became an icy death of grayish-blue intertwined with indigo.

"Don't worry that one won't see tomorrow."

"Your email explicitly promised that, none of my friends would be hurt if I came to you willingly," Frisk whimpered from Sans right, where she was apparently sitting with Carl the Ladyslapper.

"Your, friends, won't matter to you by the time we are done with you," the driver said.

"Once you have been reconditioned, we will be your friends. Then, you will want nothing more than the destruction of the entire race of those disgusting creatures," the driver's voice dripped with honey coated malice, a sickening sound of LOVE.

"Ya sure are talkative for a supposed mute," the woman spoke again. It sounded to Sans like she was in the front seat, with he assumed the other male who was he guessed the driver.

"You have placed a bag over the head of my translator, and I have been taking lessons," the Ambassador volunteered.

"From monsters no doubt, no wonder you don't sound human," that was Paul, to Sans he sounded like he was to the left, across from Frisk and Carl McKicksalot.

"By God, just shut up, idiots," the driver shouted. Sans flattened out his palm against the cool floor beneath him. He slowly released wispy tendrils of magic at the molecular level, to reach between the covalent bonds holding the van's metal together.

"You should not be so judgemental," Ambassador Dreemurr said bravely, her voice sounded strained. She had been pushed to speak today by Sans and his sibling and now she was forced to, because he was unable to help her.

"There are those who are more qualified to judge the actions of others."

"Ya know you're feisty girly, I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you," Frisk let out an uncomfortable squeak.

"Yeah," lecherous laughter, "I could get used to that sound." There was an audible scuffle followed by another loud smack and Frisk yelped.

"Please eschew touching my person in such a manner." Sans was getting nervous, humans had a mob mentality; even with a female present they may not refrain from doing his Lady an irreparable violence.

"If you mean 'don't touch me,' sweetie why don't you just say say it, hmmm? Say it and maybe I'll stop," Carl laughed, darkly and evilly, as he reprimanded Frisk. Then there was another cry from the Lady Ambassador and the strain of a scuffle echoed within the confines of the van.

"Dammit Carl, ya fucktard, touch her again and I'll toss ya out," the woman sounded pissed. Carl obviously chose to ignore the woman because he spoke again.

"Hold still girly, your Uncle Carl just wants to see your pretty face," there was a thud like a brick hitting meat and Frisk began to cry.

"Paul take the girl," the Driver barked.

"Carl if you ever attempt again to, touch, what will one day be our greatest asset. I won't just kill you, I will erase you from existence," the driver's tone brooked no argument.

'...apparently he and the woman are in charge,' Sans thought. These people, whoever they were, clearly had so much darkness in their souls. Sans was sure if one would put them in a pit, with nothing, they would find a way to kill one another. Sans felt a sniffling Frisk step over his prone form, forcing him to focus on his current task, instead of musing on whatever these unholy creatures were. His magic was moving too slow for his liking and he was starting to feel extremely sleepy; yet he persisted knowing that his magic was their only chance at escape, or at the very least slowing down their captors until the cavalry could show up. Despite the sluggish pace, Sans could tell his magic was working, because it was starting to get warm in the van; especially on the floor where he was. He turned his head, putting even greater pressure on his injury, so he could listen for the sound of the molecules separating and the heartbeats of Frisk and her captors; though listening would spread his already sparse magic reserves even more thinly. The atoms were beginning to vibrate, Sans could sense it. He had sudden momentary fear, added to the many he was already burdened with, that Frisk may not know what he was planning; that she may suffer because of his actions, but it was too late he had already set ablaze the fuel that was his rage.

"Damn, I don't remember this road being so rough when we outlined this route," the driver sounded nervous.

"S'long as we don't have a breakdown we'll be fine," the woman said irritably. There was a resonating sound, then the rough popping of glass as all of the windows in the van blew at once. The driver slammed on the break and the van skidded to a stop, under the cover of the treeline. The molecules began to disperse into the evening air and all hell broke loose.

"What the fuck is happenin'," Carl screamed and ran for the rear door only for it to join the invisible portion of the universe, spilling Carl out head first onto the ground, where he was held to the earth by a halo of deep cobalt light. Paul grabbed Frisk, causing her emit another loud squeak, pulling her toward the opening that the door left only to have the floor disappear from beneath him. Frisk was ready, and twisted herself loose from her captor's grip flipping in midair to land on the ground near Sans; who was hovering inches from the earth. Paul was much less fortunate as his ankle broke his fall, by shattering in spectacular fashion, and he too was held in place by a violet-blue glow. The driver and the woman were yelling at one another, neither could escape their dissolving seats as their seatbelts appeared to be fusing with their bodies, dancing with lustrous fireworks of ultramarine. The Ambassador hauled her Agent to his feet, and he leaned on her shoulder as she removed the bag from his head.

"...next time can we do it without the head bag," Sans asked blinking to clear his vision.

"i hate the head bag."

"Does there have to be a next time," Frisk wondered quietly, sniffling softly and looking at the ground.

"...that is up to you little girl, this was all on you. are you alright though, kiddo?" Frisk made a soft humming sound, in response to his question, which Sans chose to interpret as more positive than negative; he then cleared his throat, before addressing their former captors.

"...attention kidnappers," Sans stated loudly, then he glanced at the top of the Ambassador's downturned head.

"... my lady ambassador," he queried sotto voce, "... are they listenin' to me, 'cus my eyes ain't working too hot right now. i guess you could say i have blind spots, but i don't see 'em." Sans chuckled and Frisk chanced a glance at him, his injuries were worse than she realised; the light in his left eye flickered an odd bruised purple, something she had never seen before. She looked over each of her would be kidnappers. They were all looking at Sans with fear in their eyes, a couple of them were whimpering, but the woman was cursing under her breath. Ambassador Dreemurr was about to nod to her protector, but she was not even sure he could see her. His left hand was occupied, so she gently reached for his right hand, and touched the exposed bone carefully to finger spell against it.

*They are looking at you and they are afraid.*

"...'fear makes the wolf bigger than he is,' but after what they pulled maybe the should be afraid of the big bad wolf." Sans turned his attention back to where he could hear the pulsing of the kidnappers hearts.

"...i don't know if you have noticed a distinct inability to resist the pull of gravity, and when i say gravity i mean me." Sans drew the kidnappers together in front of him, none too gently.

"...welp anyhow, welcome to my special power, you are all BLUE now." He was currently leaning on Frisk heavily and he did not know how much longer he could keep this up. Sans knew the canine unit would arrive soon; just like he knew his brother and the rest of his team were coming, but his vision was blurring with each passing second and his control was weakening he could not call forth even one blaster.

"I am here for you Sans Bones," Frisk smiled up at him, eyes shining with determination, despite her blackened eye.

"I believe in you." She placed a gentle hand on the shoulder of his injured arm, Sans could feel the pain recede and his vision began to clear.