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, related characters, and some words belong to the amazing Toby Fox

Something about me:

I'm older than I look.

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 songs: Part the first- (beginning)Near Light - Ólafur Arnalds

(end)The Scientist - Coldplay

Part the second- (beginning) Control - Halsey

(end) So Close (ft. Arnor Dan) - Ólafur Arnalds

Chapter 9

Part the First

Somewhere in the multiverse:

The Younger Boy, Forever Asking 'Who is Like JUSTICE,' Sat Alone in the Dark

When they returned to the other vehicle the press was waiting for them, Undyne and the Canine Unit tried to keep them at bay. Stringers and journalists, snapping photos and video for the late newsfeed, forced themselves dangerously close to her Ladyship and even more so to the Bones Brothers. Jerry even tried his best to help, using his long arms to shield Papyrus, and his precious cargo from the press of the crowd of reporters. All the monsters present could tell that Papyrus was walking the tightrope of his control, and he might lash out if anyone laid so much so much as a finger on his brother. Finally, with the dogs snapping and Undyne yelling they managed to get the brothers and their Lady into the other vehicle. The paparazzi gave chase, like hungry wolves after a wounded elk, but luck was on their side and they reached the Bones brothers' home and pulled both vehicles into the spacious garage before the story hungry humans could catch up. Not long after, Detective Romanus' promised help arrived, in the form of four uniformed officers, to keep the press off their lawn and out of Papyrus' manicured flowerbeds. Though he was loathe to leave his brother for even a moment, Papyrus was indeed a monster of his word and as promised he cooked enough to feed an army. While family, friends and Jerry ate a lovely, though hastily put together spaghetti dinner; Sans slept. Papyrus was ever near though, bathing his brother's brow and adding or removing blankets. Yet, he somehow managed to be a perfect host and tend to his hungry, but quiet guests. When they left, he ensconced himself in Sans room where he could better watch over his younger brother. Frisk thought she could hear Papyrus singing as she drifted into slumber.

The first day, Lady Frisk Dreemurr was kept on total lockdown. She was not even allowed to open a window, which was probably wise due to the persistence of the newshounds, let alone visit Sans. Since meeting the brothers she had never gone more than a few minutes, as far as she could remember, without seeing one or the other; Frisk had never felt so lonely. Sans slept and Papyrus was constantly in and out of his brother's room, keeping a close eye on both Frisk and his sibling. The elder Bones ate very little at breakfast, even less at lunch, and almost nothing for dinner. The Ambassador was mildly concerned, but believed Papyrus knew best so she held her peace. When Sans had nearly slept through the first twenty-four hours plus the five he slept the first night, Doctor Alphys became anxious. When the Doctor stopped by that evening, she insisted that Papyrus bring Sans to the lab where he could be properly monitored. Papyrus argued with Alphys, but he no longer seemed angry with her; in the end he politely threw her out. The elder Bones sent her Ladyship to an early slumber, but he shunned his own repose in order to watch over his little brother.

Wednesday, Sans sleep was fitful and Papyrus hardly left his brother's side at all. Frisk meanwhile, was confined to her room once more and only allowed to leave to eat, or use the bathroom; again she was forbidden from seeing Sans and now she hardly saw Papyrus either. Frisk spent her day staring at a Calculus problem; her mind slipping into an anesthetic blank. Undyne invited herself over that evening to check on them, and insisted that Papyrus reconsider Alphys' offer; promising that he could stay by his brother's side at the lab, just as well as he could at their home. Undyne even offered to watch over her Ladyship, while he cared for his brother. Papyrus again declined, instead he railed at her and told her to go home; if he wanted help he would call for it he said. Fifty-three hours had passed; again, Papyrus did not sleep.

On the morning of the third day Sans was more feverish than before. The young monster's magic flickered wildly, and he cried out unintelligibly in his sleep. Papyrus was forced to create a magical shield around his brother's room, to protect their home from the random bolts of erratic magic. Frisk was allowed into the kitchen to cook for them both, but Papyrus never came to eat. The elder Bones only spoke with Frisk briefly, warning her away from Sans and the room where he slept. Queen Toriel, who had sent the King alone to the meeting with the UN, came by at sunset with both a Snail Pie and a Butterscotch-Cinnamon one. Frisk ate politely with her mother, and when the Queen asked her daughter if she had seen Papyrus at all that day; the girl indicated she had once. Toriel asked her if she wanted to come home for a while, but Frisk declined. The girl insisted that she needed to be here when Sans woke, so her mother acquiesced. Later, when Papyrus still did not come out for dinner she knocked on the door, and set a tray with a plate of both kinds of pie outside along with a mug of tea. Watching over his brother Papyrus refused to give up; he believed with all his soul that Sans would wake. Once more, Papyrus sought no rest.

When Frisk awoke on the fourth day, the tray she had put outside the door the night before was untouched. She called out to Papyrus, but he did not come. She knocked and fear welled up inside her. Had Papyrus reconsidered and taken Sans to the lab? Frisk thought not, Papyrus would have told her and either Undyne, or her mother would be here. Had Sans woken, were the brothers even now in the kitchen arguing and teasing as was their wont? The Ambassador walked to the railing and listened for any sound from the kitchen, but there was nothing; only the sound of her bare feet on the carpet. She walked back to Sans' door and knocked again louder this time, calling for both brothers as tears ran down her cheeks and wondered if she were having a nightmare. Nobody came. Where were they? Had Sans… had he? She began to pound on the door with both of her fists, still no one came. Gasping for breath she called and called, kicking and battering at the door. After a long while, a tired and disheveled Papyrus opened the door and stepped out, shutting it quickly behind him, giving the Lady Dreemurr not even a brief glance inside. Instead, he gently stroked her hair, picked her up in his arms and cuddled her close. When Frisk began to speak he shushed her and held her more tightly, before bending to pick-up the dishes from the night before; he walked down to the kitchen and set the tray near the sink. Papyrus sat for a long while and said nothing, he just held Frisk close, as though he might lose her too and she embraced him in return. Finally, he set the girl down, and she made him a cup of coffee and some toast. Papyrus mumbled to himself between sips and bites, though the Ambassador could not understand what he was saying and she indicated to him that she did not. He however, shook his head and said nothing more, but rose upon finishing his coffee and returned once more to Sans' room; locking the door behind himself. Frisk later brought lunch, which went untouched, and she collected it when she brought dinner in the evening. The young woman worried that Papyrus might run out of energy, but that was something she had never seen happen.

Saturday's joy mocked the Bones' household. The day was sunny and bright, a perfect day for going for a walk to Muffet's, for a cup of tea and a treat with your two best friends. Sadly, for Frisk and the Bones brothers, that did not happen. Frisk Dreemurr spent the fifth day watching the sun as it moved across the sky, from the confines of the house, listening to the song of birds on the wing. She spent her time in the kitchen, eating little, or the living room, being as quiet as possible and hoping against hope that Sans would wake today. As the sun set, with shades of red and gold, she heard a door open upstairs and she ran praying that Papyrus would give her good news. But, when she reached the landing, Papyrus turned to look at her shaking his head before he disappeared into the bathroom to take his first shower in six days. Frisk sat, halfway up the stairs, and hugged her knees and silently cried herself to sleep.

Frisk awoke, in her bed, to the roar of thunder on the sixth day; she could only assume that Papyrus had carried her there sometime in the night. Once more she thought could hear Papyrus' voice faintly through the walls, yet again she struggled to make out the words; over the staccato of rain on roof and window glass. She thought she heard Papyrus say Sans' name but she could not be sure, and the voice of the thunder was not making it easy to eavesdrop. The young woman shivered as lightening streaked across the sky and she decided to forgo getting dressed and instead put on a fluffy lavender robe over her nightgown. She opened her door as quietly as possible and when thunder rumbled again she ran down the hall and stopped in front of Sans' door to listen. Frisk pressed her ear against the door and strained to hear anything, but there was only silence. When suddenly, there was loud banging from downstairs, followed by another loud tintinnabulation of thunder; the combined sounds caused Frisk to jump, tripping on her nightgown and falling hard against the doorframe, before landing on her pride. A moment later Papyrus opened his brother's bedroom door, to find a blushing diplomat in an undignified position and to hear pounding coming from the front entryway. Papyrus helped his Lady to her feet and together they went to answer, before whomever was there battered down their protection from the outside world. It was simply Bob, looking harried and windswept, delivering a replacement phone for her Ladyship. The poor Temmie family member was overworked, without the Agents Bones at the embassy to ease some of his burden, he expressed his condolences and concerns before returning to his duties. The new mobile was discarded on the kitchen table, and once more Frisk attempted to ply Papyrus with food and offered him a glass of milk. The elder Bones ignored the proffered food, but drank the milk like a man who had spent weeks in the desert; then took three more glasses, emptying the carton, before returning to tend to his brother once more. Her Ladyship was again left to her own devices, so she ate Papyrus' ignored cold spaghetti sandwich; after which she returned to her room, to struggle with the same Calculus problem she had been working on for seven days. As the sun's light faded from view, Frisk fell into a fitful slumber at her desk.

Monday was cool and dreary. Frisk's back cracked when she rose from her desk glancing at her unslept in bed; Papyrus had not checked on her, it was becoming the new normal to wake without his cheerful shouting. It had been seven days since the Ambassador had visited her office; without her routine she felt like a ghost in her own body, misty and hollow. She was beginning to loose hope, her best friend still slumbered and it seemed that he would do so forever; Frisk missed his jokes. Once dressed, Frisk lay on the the living room floor, with only the day's dim light showing through the curtains, listening to music; enjoying that time honored ghost tradition of feeling like garbage and becoming one with the cosmos. How long she reclined thus her Ladyship did not know, the sun did not show his face, choosing instead to hide in the skirts of his mother's clouds. She blinked once, twice, Papyrus was standing above her. How long had he been there she wondered. The elder Agent looked all wrong, his bones were an ashy gray and there were dark circles under his eye sockets; he looked as if his energy was nearly gone. That was impossible Frisk thought, The Great Papyrus was made of boundless energy; fueled by love, bravery and home cooked spaghetti. She blinked up at him from the floor again, and considered taking a peek at her guardian's HP, when he gave her THE LOOK; the one that meant 'do not dare little girl.' Instead she offered him dinner, by way of signing, and Papyrus nodded running his hand weakly over his skull. The Elder Bones ate little as Frisk watched him, he nudged her gently urging her Ladyship to eat, and the two ate in silence as the light faded from the sky.

The eighth day dawned just like the previous; the lack of light was almost soul-destroying and the thick clouds promised rain, yet offered none. Frisk took one look out of her bedroom window, and promptly covered her head with the blankets once more. The girl felt like one more day of silence would drive her mad; she would give anything for everything to go back to normal, for this to be a horrifying nightmare. Her Ladyship lay cocooned in her quilt signing to herself 'without,' over and over. It was true, right now she was without many things: her routine, laughter, and the sense of security that came with all she was accustomed to. Most of all, she was without her dearest companion and first friend in all the world. Frisk wished so badly that she could take it all back. While Frisk was hiding in her blankets, Papyrus held his phone in his hand, contemplating the contact on the screen. He did not think he could make it through more than two days before his energy gave out completely. He wondered if Alphys' offer was so bad. After all, Undyne had offered to help and perhaps he could take another shower, and finally get some HP replenishing sleep. Uncontrolled, Sans' magic was so dangerous not because of the power of the attack, that was so weak as to be almost laughable, however, the unusual, rare karmic effect that followed a hit burned like a slow, cold fire through to the soul; making it near impossible, over time, to maintain even the highest HP. Papyrus felt he had been doing well, perhaps even better than most, because his brother's magic was, for lack of a better word, familiar; there was a sameness between the Bones siblings' magics. Conceivably it was why, despite his weakened state, Papyrus' shield was still holding. Deputy Director Papyrus Saraph Bones sat near his younger brother, locking and unlocking his mobile almost rhythmically, nervously. What he was waiting for he did not know, something was preventing him from calling Alphys, a tingle on the edge of his HP.

"PAPYRUS, PAPYRUS," Sans suddenly screamed his brother's name in the silent room; the terror in his voice made Papyrus' soul stutter. Papyrus dropped his phone to the floor in shock and placed his hand on his brother's brow, calling to the younger. Sans' magic flared wildly once more, burning the elder Bones. Papyrus hissed in pain, but did not remove his hand.

"SHH, SANS, I AM HERE. 'PYRUS IS HERE BABY BONES."

"...'pyrus, please, PLEASE come and find me," Papyrus had never heard his brother sound so fearful, or so lost. The elder Bones did the only thing he could, he gathered his brother into his arms and spoke to him gently.

"SANS, YOU KNOW I WILL ALWAYS LOOK FOR YOU. DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU WENT INTO SNOWDIN FOREST ALONE? YOU WERE SO LITTLE…" Sans began to struggle in his brother's arms, yet Papyrus refused to let him go. Instead the elder clutched the younger Bones tighter and Papyrus pressed his forehead to his brother's.

"I WAS SO WORRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO FRAIL. I FOUND YOU PLAYING BY THE DOOR IN THE FOREST. DO YOU REMEMBER?"

"...'pyrus… please." Papyrus had never felt more helpless, as he listened to Sans pleading in unbearable agony. He clutched his brother to himself, as if Sans was the only thing anchoring him to the world. For the first time in eight days his brother was speaking, and all Papyrus wanted was his little brother to answer back; so he resumed his story.

"YOU TOLD ME THERE WAS A LADY BEHIND THE DOOR, ONE WHO TOLD THE BEST JOKES. I DID NOT BELIEVE YOU. THOUGH, YOU HAD NEVER LIED TO ME. I NEVER APOLOGISED, FOR THAT I WAS WRONG. I WAS JUST SO, SO FURIOUS WITH YOU, BECAUSE IT WAS DARK WHEN I FOUND YOU. sANS YOU CRIED, DO YOU REMEMBER, NOT BECAUSE I YELLED OR PUNISHED YOU. NO, YOU CRIED BECAUSE I DID NOT BELIEVE YOU ABOUT THE LADY. THEN YOU WERE ANGRY WITH ME. SO, ANGRY… IT WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE ANGRY WITH ME. DO YOU REMEMBER? YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER, I FOUND YOU… I FOUND YOU." Papyrus voice cracked with emotion, and his words died inside his throat. The room was silent except for Sans' labored breathing. The elder Bones swallowed hard and finally found his voice.

"SANS, SWEET BABY BONES. SANS, 'PYRUS IS HERE," Papyrus sobbed, then whispered, "I am right here."

"...'pyrus, help me."

"SANS. DO NOT CRY, BABY BONES."

"...papyrus, it's so dark… please."

"SANS, CAN YOU HEAR ME? I AM HERE, COME ON BABY BONES, OPEN YOUR EYES."

Part the Second

Somewhere in the multiverse:

The Elder Boy, the Burning One, Slept Not at All

Though later, Sans would argue he never slept; sleep he did for eight long days. At first his mind forced him relive the three mile trek through the culvert, over and over. He called out for Frisk, and ran into the wall again and again. Feeling his arm break repeatedly and his eye socket shatter what felt like a thousand upon a thousand times, as he tried futilely to calculate and recalculate his trajectory properly, only to fail time after time. How many times did he watch his Lady disappear from sight? Ten-thousand, one-hundred thousand while fear overtook him; here there was no adrenaline to keep the fear at bay. Then he was shot out of the end of the tunnel more times than he could count, pinned to the ground and kicked until his ribs felt as if they had become fine powder. Sans was head baged ad infinitum and endlessly tossed, bodily onto the cold metal floor of the van. Forced to used his magic to the breaking point and almost defeat his enemies, only to watch as fear filled the eyes of she who unknowingly held his heart. Fear not of a dangerous adversary, but of himself; Sans Bones, the one sworn and bound by fealty to protect her. Sans felt himself die and turn to dust, but in this nightmare there was no revival, no returning to his brother. Here there was only death as a repeated meme. Sans began to wonder how many times he could die before he went insane. He struggled against the madness that threatened to overtake him; his only wish to return home to his brother and to Frisk. Then suddenly, finally Sans was able to wrestle back control over his mind, only for his imaginings to take an even darker turn.

Sans came back to himself slowly, his head was a jumble of half remembered flashes. Thoughts and memories, confused by near loss of self. Shaking off the madness was like trying to dislodge peanut butter without a glass of milk; when he did, he found himself in darkness with voice calling out to him.

"Hello? Heello! Am I coming in clear?"

"...uh, ugh..." Sans groaned, the voice in the gloom was much to loud.

"Hee-llo-o… yoo-hoo… comedian. Co-mee-dee-an!"

"...w-what, who's there?" The voice sounded eerily familiar, echoing in the blackness, both near and far away; sounding like it was one with the caliginosity, fully immersed in its environment.

"Oh, comedian I'm hurt. Are you trying to say you don't remember me… PAL?"

Total recognition came slowly, along with the awareness that the darkness was all consuming. There was nothing to see or to be seen, a true absence of light. The voice rang like a haunting melody in Sans' ossicles.

"...no. dear GOD… no."

"Oh ho-ho, yes, though I wouldn't call on God, but that's just my personal preference." Unholy merriment came from somewhere in the dark.

"By the looks of things it seems you've left my Partner and your dear, sweet brother all alone. Tisk, tisk… what a shame."

"...you can't be here." Sans prayed that this was just another nightmare. That voice, the voice that haunted his darkest dreams, sounded so real; frighteningly real.

"Here with you, there with my beautiful Partner and your… brother," the word that named Sans' sibling was spat with derision, "or lost in a sea of endless darkness. I'm everywhere."

"...you leave them alone," Agent Bones half-shouted, half-begged.

"Oh my dear comedian… what are you going to do? Hmmm," the voice berated Sans.

"You. Can't. Even. Wake. Up."

"...whaddya mean i can't wake up?" Scornful chuckles resonated in the darkness.

"Oh, now that is rich. I mean, 'Mister I Know What You've Done By That Look on Your Face,' doesn't know where he is? I was watching your dreams. Did you know your fear is like a fine wine," more laughter.

"Not that I would know, I'm just a widdle boy afta all." the voice said sardonically, laughter moving from place to place in the darkness.

"Or, maybe, it is like the richest dark chocolate. Not that I can remember. After all it's been awhile since I ate anything, and when I did it was SHITTY, OVERPRICED Face Steak. Do you remember that comedian?"

"...i'd hardly call you a little boy, you fucking demon," Sans swore viciously, his own voice rebounded making this strange place sound both small and large.

"Play nice, or maybe I'll pay my Partner and your brother a special visit, to… pay my respects. I ALWAYS find your brother such, charming company. He dies so well," the childlike voice mocked from the gloom.

"... don't talk about my brother, don't you even think about him. you've done nothing but hurt him time and again… an' ya used the kid to do it. if she ever fully remembered it would destroy her pure soul."

The creature of shadow chose to ignore Sans, continuing to prod the viper pit which the Agent's rage could become. The Bones brothers were in the way of the ultimate prize, and the only thing to do when things were in the way, was crush them into dust. In the end, everything would belong to the demon; it did not matter it was all a game anyway, and the name of the game was 'End Everything.'

"Pure soul, pure soul? You really are an idiot, in order for my essence to commingle with a soul… it has to be willing. You blind fool, she wanted to see what would happen if she JUST KILLED YOU ALL. She nearly remembered today, or was it yesterday? Maybe it will be tomorrow. I can never keep track of time here." The voice tittered as if this were the best joke in the world.

"No matter eventually you'll slip up, and scare her right back into my arms. YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER."

"I SAID, STAY AWAY FROM THEM." Sans knew he was being provoked and manipulated, but this demon knew how to bring out the worst in him with little effort.

"Uh-oh, you mad comedian? O'course if you play in the darkness long enough, it could drive anyone mad."

Sans moaned and tried to figure out where his hands were so he could cover his external acoustic meatus, but it was too dark and everything felt so heavy. This had to be another nightmare, they came with alarming frequency, that would surely explain the sluggish feeling in the air, and the lack of control over the environment. Agent Bones attempted to move once more, knowing it was likely futile, and he tried desperately to remember the day's events leading up to this jaunty turn in the land of slumber.

"Comedian, did I lose you? Ya know, I wouldn't try too hard if I were you, this place does funny things to your memory." The demonic voice's attempt at concern rang hollow, it made Sans sick.

"...like i'd take advice from you. You dirty brother killer."

"Oh, gosh that never gets old… no matter how MANY times I hear it."

Sans ignored the taunt, and attempted to recover any memory he could about the hours leading up to waking in this caliginous void. How long had he been here, time seemed to have no meaning in this place; still Sans tried to gain order from the chaos that was his mind. He recalled had been talking with his brother about, that was odd he drew a blank, what had they been talking about. The young agent tried again, there had been a text message to, someone, but whom he could not say. Then he was running, no that could not be right, Agent Sans Bones did not run. He remembered sickness, then pain and more pain, followed by death; that seemed incorrect as well, because despite the pain in his head, and the unpleasant company, he felt very much alive. Strangely, Sans had a sharp, clear recollection of Papyrus, calm and deadly, telling he could not have died; that Sans would not dare do such a thing. Then without warning his memories came flooding back, but in reverse, starting with the end of the nightmarish madness and ending with waking to Toriel's phone call. Sans let out a blood curdling, horrified scream at the disordered torrent, meanwhile the disembodied voice cackled seemingly enjoying Sans' torment.

"Oh that's it; there's that sweet flavour, so rich, so dark." Each word was enunciated, though the essence of Sans fear was being devoured slowly.

"Though I did warn you, comedian. After all I'm an expert. This place is my kingdom, until my Partner helps me create a new one. O'course we won't change it much," the fiend in the dark took Sans' words and twisted them for its own amusement. Agent Bones would have been ill if he knew which way was up, but this place was like a no place, a formless void. Sans tried to reach for his magic, a light he believed could push past the darkness of this hollow realm. Reach he did and his magic flared, yet cyan light that served as his ultimate protection, was reflected back at him like a twisted hall of funhouse mirrors. The icy, burning sting, that would have killed him within moments in his youth, instead did nothing; seemingly passing through his formless form.

"Golly, this is the best. I won't have to do a thing, you are going to kill them for me." Sans magic stuttered, flickering in the all consuming darkness.

"...kill them? kill frisk and papyrus, don't make me laugh… They are not here you deceiver!"

"Poor, confused, misguided comedian," the voice let out a pitying sigh.

"Did you miss the bit where I mentioned, 'I'm everywhere?' You are here with me. Which means… You. Are. EVERYWHERE. Too."

Agent Bones snorted, looking up, he hoped, into the vast blackness; chuckling at the ridicule and tired of the demon's lies. Sans realised he was tired, how long could he keep up the fight against insanity; if he were truly asleep how was it possible that he felt so fatigued. Was it feasible he was in some sort of third state, somewhere beyond the waking world and not touching the world of dreams; no, not even the demon could have such power.

"...stop lying," Sans said casting his magic away with a flick of thought.

"You doubt me? That hurts comedian," there was a feigned sob, which seemed to come from all around Sans.

"I may be evil, but I don't lie. Well... not much anyway. Right now in the… 'world,' " Sans could swear he heard air quotes.

"You are, for lack of a better description, asleep, and… and here is the funny part, you'll love this. Your magic is misfiring. Every. Single. Time. You call on it." Cackling filled with mockery, echoed in the dark.

"Sans, Saaaans, Sans, this isn't the first time you've called forth the fires of balance and justice. You, have single handedly managed to drain your brother down to double digits. Well done." Applause filled the cavernous abyss.

"Well done, even I couldn't do that without help. Though, and I have to hand it to my dear Partner, she did fight me every step of the way; and it was glorious. It was almost like having her." Lewd noises resounded and Sans growled angrily.

"You still fancy her comedian? Oh-ho-ho that is brilliant, you really do know how to make me laugh," to punctuate the humor that the impish voice found in such an idea, it roared with laughter. The Agent growled once more at the scorn cast at his person, but self doubt began to settle in his soul. The phantom's words fractured his resolve.

"I mean really, by her 'STANDARDS'… to borrow a phrase from your dear brother, though I use it better. You, are nothing more than an animated corpse. WHAT would she find even mildly appealing about you? Honestly can you even..." More suggestive, bawdy sounds filled the blackness. If Sans could have blushed he would have. The very idea of holding Frisk's hand, or just spending time alone with her, had Sans' cheeks glowing from cyan to deep azure.

"...you. You, sick fuck!"

"My, my Agent Bones… language, what would my Partner think? I mean really, how shocking. Voicing your desires aloud like that, which of us is really the SICK FUCK? Why would she want you, poor excuse for a SOULMATE that you are, when she's already been with me? Her SOUL was joined with mine, and we would have been one! IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR DAMNED MEDDLING. Frisk is mine, she is mine. MINE, FOREVER MINE!"

"... shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

The younger Bones could not take it anymore, trapped here with his immortal enemy, he was afraid the madness would claim him once more; the fear of madness was more overwhelming than the darkness. His soul began to fracture under the strain, then Sans broke down and did something he had not done since he had seen his brother die; Captain Sans Mikha'el Bones began to cry.

"PAPYRUS, PAPYRUS," Sans screamed for his brother like a lost child.

"Paaa-piii-rus, Paaa-piii-rus, boo-hoo I need you," the deceiver mocked

"...'pyrus, please, PLEASE come and find me," the young Agent sobbed, he just wanted to go home.

"Comedian, your big brother can't save you now! So, why don't you SHUT THE FUCK UP, I am, quite frankly, getting tired of your whining. Damned crybaby!"

"...'pyrus… please."

"Crybaby, Saa-ans. Crybaby, Saa-ans."

"...'pyrus," Sans begged the darkness. "...help me."

"SaNS, DO NOT fucking cryBABY BONES."

"...papyrus, it's so dark… please."

"SANS, CAN YOU HEAR ME? I know you can hear me Comedian, COME ON cryBABY BONES OPEN YOUR EYES."