Chapter 9

When you both approached the house, it looked like it wouldn't belong to the softest marshmallow. It had jagged rocks poking out and spikes on it. Sans took you to the doorstep and knocked on the door. A moment later, you heard a clicking sound coming from the other side of the door. It opened.

Alphys was a yellow lizard-dino. You couldn't tell which. She had claws and sharp teeth. She waved at Sans, but then she looked behind him and saw you. She clenched her fists tightly and screamed, "YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH A HUMAN?!"
You stood behind Sans. He walked up to Alphys and whispered something in her ear. She looked even more angry, but cooled off a little. "Fine," she grumbled. She let you both inside.
"So, uh... What are we gonna do?" You asked. Then Sans had some sort of look on his face. Somehow, sweat trickled down the back of his skull.
"Whoops!" He blurted. "I just remembered.... I have to go to the bathroom! You two have fun!" He ran and threw himself out the window. Some glass broke. You just stared, gawking as he ran.
"... So. Why are YOU here?" Alphys broke the silence. You tried to find words to say something without provoking her to beat you to death.
"Uhm... Sans wanted me to-"
"Ugh, Sans! He always ruins it! He was supposed to capture you! And now he's your boyfriend! Aargh!" You were about to explain how you were pretending to date him so he wouldn't have to join the royal guard and never have to train with her and how you were lying to Alphys the entire time, but then you remembered. "I'm here because... I want to be friends with you."
"Alright! Then! Let's be friends! Let's go frolic in the fields of friendship!" You smiled. That was easy.

"NOT!" The smile on your face disappeared. She continued on and on.
"Why would I ever be friends with you?! You little brat! You see where your standing, right there, right now?!" You looked down. It seemed like an ordinary floor tile.
"Where you're standing is... IN THE WAY OF EVERYONE'S HOPES AND DREAMS!" And... There it is.
"I'll never be friends with you!" Well, it was worth a shot. You began walking back, but then you looked up at the window. Sans jumped back in through the same window. He seemed completely unharmed. "Oh... I thought Alphys could be friends with you. But I guess I overestimated her. She's just not up to the CHALLENGE." Alphys grew angry.
"CHALLENGE?! What?!" Sans threw himself out the same window again. You wondered how much pain the small skeleton could endure.

"He thinks I can't be friends with YOU?! Ha ha. Very funny. Because we're not gonna be friends. Oh no, we're not. WE'RE GONNA BE BESTIES." All of a sudden, you remembered how scared you were. "I'll make you like me so much that you won't be able to think of ANYONE ELSE!" She looked sinister. Then she smiled sweetly. "Why don't you take a seat?" Shaking, you sat down on a stool in front of a table.
"Comfortable? Let me get you something to drink." She opened the fridge and cabinets and got out different juices, drinks, pots and glasses. "What would you like?" You got up to-
A giant sword was thrown in your direction. It landed on the table and broke it in half. "NO! STAY THERE! You're my guest and you'll sit down and relax!" Then Alphys smiled again, and said, "Why not just point to what you want? You can use the sword." It was heavy, and you tried to move it to stay at a certain spot. You pointed to the tea, and the sword wiggled out of place. Alphys noticed you were struggling. "Tea, huh? Coming right up!" She picked up the tea and dumped the entire three boxes into the one pot. She poured water into it too. "It'll take a moment for the water to boil," she said.

After a few minutes, she said, "It's all done!" She grabbed a cup and poured the scalding liquid into the cup. It overflowed and tea spilled onto the floor. She didn't care. She brought it over to the smashed up table. "Careful, it's hot," she said.
You decided to let it cool for a moment. You blew on the tea.
"It's not THAT hot! Just drink it already!" You were reluctant to drink it, but you picked it up anyway. The tea burned your hand through the cup. You brought it up to your lips. You poured it into your mouth. It stung. You internally screamed. But other than that, it's pretty good. At least, you assumed that. You couldn't tell because your tongue was burned up. "It's pretty good," you managed to say. Alphys had a crazed look on her face. "Nothing but the best for my ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS FRIEND!"
You both were silent for a moment. Then Alphys spoke. "You know, I probably won't let Sans into the royal guard. It's not that he's too weak! He's actually pretty freaking tough! It's just..." She fell silent for a second.

Chapter 8

"You both should hang out sometime! We can make tacos together! I'll call her right now!" "Wait Sans-" you tried to speak but he was already running for the phone. "Hello? Alphys. We should hang out again. I have a new friend I want you to meet. She's really cool. You both will be such good friends!... Tomorrow? What time?...... Alright, see you." He hung up.

You just hoped Alphys would be friendly. When Papyrus came back from his little party with himself  in his room, he came down casually. "Soooo.... You guys are... Dating now, I guess. Heh." He tried to keep his cool. He probably made a bet. You and Sans glanced at him, then laughed so hard you started crying. Papyrus started laughing too. You had to sit down. Sans was literally lying collapsed on the floor. Papyrus started crying and laughing too. He held on to the couch as he leaned over. Yeah, the window was open, and yeah, people were judging you, and yeah, you were being really loud, but you wished you could replay this moment over and over. You savored the moment, making sure to live it as it is. You wouldn't have traded the world for this moment, lying on the couch laughing and crying, out of breath, at the same time with Sans and Papyrus. 

You slept with Sans from then on, because he declared that 'the couch was unfit for you' and that Papyrus's room was too messy. But that night in bed, you had another nightmare. Number two. Everything went as usual, except your hands were always covered in dust. You had a knife instead of a stick. Then... then. You got in that fight with Sans. He noticed the 'dangerous path' you were going down. He offered you a hug. He welcomed you with open arms. He spared you. 

And you killed him. 

Even after he was about to die, he still believed in you. The real, currently living Sans would have been like that. You tried to make it stop. You repeatedly screamed, "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." You screamed. You called out for help. But nobody came. 

You yelled, "No!" just as you woke up. You sat up in bed. Tears started welling up again. Sans groaned in his sleep, but he heard you sobbing. You covered your face with your hair. Sans flicked on the light. You hugged him tight. "It's alright," Sans said. "I'm here. You don't need to be afraid." You tried to talk and took deep breaths. "It happened again," you said. Then you remembered he didn't know about your nightmares. You decided not to tell him.

"I'm sorry," you said over and over. "It's okay," Sans said. "There's nothing to be sorry about." But of course, he didn't know how sorry you were. You vowed to yourself, that one day, you would tell somebody about your nightmares. Not now, but maybe one day, when you were closer to everyone, when you could just laugh about all this. But for now, you were all alone. Abandoned. Just like your human parents. It was just like back in your childhood.

You were still thinking when Sans let go. You didn't realize that you were holding on to him the entire time. You gave him a quick smile, then slept again. Or at least pretended to. Sans still didn't buy it. He pushed you up, and you giggled. "Okay, okay, I was pretending. Jeese." You giggled a little more so he wouldn't take the 'jeese' as offensive or something. For the first time, you saw how unique his big, blue eyes were.

They seemed to cave in deep into his eyesockets, with an empty ring circling at the edge, and expanses of light and dark blue reached out to the edges of his eyes. They were truly beautiful. Looking into his eyes narrowed down everything to just you and him. Then you snapped back to reality. "So how long are we going to pretend to do this thing?" you asked. "I mean, pretending to be dating and stuff."
"It only takes one big mess-up to get kicked from the royal guard. I think Alphys is going to stop training me. I mean, she didn't do much fight training. We mostly just made tacos. I'm pretty sure it won't last long." Sans replied.
"Great," you said. "I mean, you're a cute little guy and all, but you're way too... Not my type." You sighed, and lay back in bed. You tried to sleep, but suddenly you weren't very tired. So you kinda forced it. You squeezed your eyes shut, turned around in bed. You put your face in the pillow, and counted the seconds until morning.

You knew that today you were going to meet Alphys. You prayed, literally prayed, that she wouldn't be crazy about killing you. So you got out of bed as normal, and Sans was going to take you to her house.

You were wrong.

Chapter 7

"Papyrus? Are you smoking again?"
There stood Sans, a disappointed look on his face. His arms were crossed. He stomped his way toward Papyrus. He grabbed the cigarettes. He started yelling at Papyrus.
"Every. Single. Day. You keep smoking and smoking. I even try hiding your cigarettes, but you get more. Where do you even find so many? As for these, I shall confiscate them! I don't care if you don't read me my bedtime story tonight. I'm concerned for your health. You're ruining your non-existent lungs!" Sans grabbed the cigarettes in one hand and his scarf from the table in the other. He turned at you and smiled.
"Sorry that you had to watch that. He's always smoking and never doing anything productive. He's so lazy." He slipped his scarf over his head and glared in Papyrus's direction. He went back upstairs quickly. The door slammed shut. "Heh," Papyrus said. "Well, these hot dogs aren't gonna cook themselves." He stood up and went back into the kitchen.
You smiled and watched as Papyrus finished cooking breakfast for you and Sans. "Do me a favor," he said. "Go get Sans for breakfast." You said, "Why can't you do it?" Papyrus winked and said, "Gravity's overpowered me. Can't get up." You rolled your eyes and smiled. You went upstairs and opened Sans's door.

You were greeted with a sad sight. Sans was crying. You closed the door and rushed over to his bed and sat down next to me him. He looked up and wiped his tears away. He tried to smile but tears were still coming. You tried to comfort him. You hugged him tight. "What's wrong?" you asked.
"I don't want to be in the royal guard anymore. I don't want to capture you. You've been such a good friend. But if everyone else knows that I don't want to join it, they'll hate me. Everyone in town tries to help me and support me along the way. They'll never forgive me if they know that I don't want to be in the royal guard anymore. What do I do, Frisk? What do I do?" He buried his face in his scarf. You hugged him tightly. He grabbed onto you.

"Shh, shh. It'll be okay. Be brave, be brave." you whispered to him over and over. He cried more. You placed his head in your lap, rocking him back and forth gently. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek. He blushed a lot, his face almost entirely blue, burying his face into his scarf. Suddenly, he lightened up. "Frisk! You're a genius!" He yelled.
You looked at him wide-eyed. "Huh?"
"If we were a couple, I wouldn't be allowed in the royal guard anymore? Then I won't have to join, I won't have to capture you, I keep all my friends, and I get another friend too!" You giggled, as he got starry-eyed again. "Alright, if you say so," you said. Sans got all giddy and excited.
You hugged him tightly once more. "Come downstairs. Breakfast is ready." He wiped his eyesockets with his scarf, then smiled. You gave him your hand, and he took it. You led him downstairs for breakfast.

Papyrus, seeing you and Sans holding hands, made him kind of... Well.. "Called it," he said, before running upstairs to his room. You heard him yelling on the phone or something, "ALPHYS! IT HAPPENED! SEE? I TOLD YOU! I KNEW IT!!" He babbled on and on. "Alphys?" You asked. "Oh, she's my friend! She trained me for the Royal guard. She's the head of the royal guard. She's really cool."

Chapter 6

The light was turned on. You turned around. It was Sans. "Frisk? Is everything alright? What's wrong?" Blueberry had a concerned look on his face. You squeezed him tight, tears still streaming down your face. "I-I don't know what happened. I tried to, I mean, I-" You tried to talk, considering whether you should tell him or not. You ended up crying even harder. Your hands were violently shaking.

You heard a door open, and Papyrus came out. He looked tired. He was about to turn and go back to sleep, but then he saw you with tears all over your face, sobbing, and immediately rushed over. He squeezed you and Sans tight.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's fine." Papyrus said. It just made you cry harder and harder. You took deep breaths, trying to calm down. You kept reassuring yourself that it was only a dream. It's not real. It isn't hurting anyone. You kept repeating to yourself, "It was only a dream. It was only a dream."

So why does all this feel so wrong?

"If you'd like, you can sleep with me tonight," said Blueberry. He offered his hand. You wiped away your tears and sniffled, then went upstairs with him. You felt bad. Every gesture of kindness from your 'victims' was just making you feel worse.
Papyrus followed you up and went back to his room. You didn't feel tired at all. It seemed Blueberry wasn't sleeping either. He sat up and faced you.

You sat up. You both locked eyes for a moment, not saying a word. Then you broke the silence. "So does Papyrus have a nickname? Like, you're Blueberry, so does Papyrus have one?" Sans giggled a little bit, then replied, "Carrot."
"Carrot?" It did describe him though. Tall, slim, orange. "Yeah. Otherwise, we call him Paps, Papy, you get it." You both just stared, until Sans said, "Well, good night." You laid back, and suddenly you were exhausted. Your eyes fell closed, and you slept.

You woke up. You were happy that you didn't have any nightmares again. Sans was next to you, drool rolling down onto his taco pajamas. Then you rolled off the bed and fell. "Ow. Crap," you said, then stood up. Sans opened his eyes. "Is something wrong?"
"Nah," you replied. "Just fell off the bed."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's really nothing."
"Ok. I'm just concerned for your safety. Especially after last night. Don't worry, I, the Great Sans, shall protect you!"
You giggled. Sans didn't even look tough enough to protect a rock. You wrapped your arm around him, then softly and playfully punched him. You then got out of bed. Sans went back to sleep. You had slept in your clothes. You ran your fingers through your hair and tugged at your shirt, trying to pull yourself together as much as you could at the moment. Next time you climb a mountain, you thought, bring stuff with you.

You smelled something downstairs. Papyrus was making breakfast for you and Sans. He laughed when he saw you, but you didn't know what was wrong. Then he came over and pulled Sans's scarf that was hanging off of your shirt sleeve. He held it for a few moments, clutching it like a little kid with a favorite stuffed animal, staring into its deep blue shade and its torn edges, as if it were the only time he would ever get to touch it. Then he sighed, and put it down on the table.

He looked up at you, then pulled something out of his pocket. Cigarettes. He pulled one out, then lit it. You saw a flash of orange in his eye. You blinked, and it was gone. You "assumed" it was just the lighter. He sat down for a while, and took a drag. Smoke curled out of his eyesockets. You coughed. Papyrus looked a bit irritated and glad at the same time. You couldn't tell. He was always smiling.

You heard the familiar sound of tiny footsteps making its way toward you.

Chapter 5

(Before you read, I would just like to say that you are Frisk. That seems normal for a fanfic, but in this, Frisk is a girl. Be warned, and don't stop reading or complain. I know Frisk is gender neutral, but giving them a gender just makes writing this easier. Don't hate me :3)

He had a look of slight concern on his face. His cheeks glowed a shade of light blue, illuminating his face in the dark. "Don't you have a place to sleep? Do humans not need sleep anymore or some thing?"
"Uh..." You tried to think of what to say. "The thing is, I, um, don't really have anywhere to go, um, for now." You tried to think of what more to say.

"Really? It's okay! I, the Great Sans, will allow you to stay at my house, with me! Actually, it's Papyrus's house too, but, um, you know what I mean." He led you to the big house you saw earlier. "You can sleep on the couch," he said. You sat down. "Thanks, Sans. A lot. You don't know how much this means to me," you said. "It's ok," Sans said. "Call me Blueberry. That's what my friends call me."
"Okay, Blueberry," you said. You both locked eyes for a moment, then he broke the silence. "So, human. I don't know what to refer to you as. So I, the Great Sans, would like to learn your name!"
"Frisk," you said. "Frisk? It's a nice name, for a girl who falls down a hole." Blueberry started to go upstairs, but he stopped and turned around. "Good night," he said. "Good night," you said back. He smiled and flicked off the light, then went up the stairs.

That night, the nightmares began.

You saw yourself, everything the same. But you killed everyone in your path, even looking around for more monsters to kill. You could barely recognize yourself, bringing your knife down on every single monster. Froggit, Loox, Moldsmol. Hapstablook. Even Asgore.

You woke up with a jolt. You sat up panting. It was still dark. Then, tears started welling up. You started to quietly cry. Then you softly giggled, tears streaming down your face. You felt scared.

You heard the patter of footsteps coming toward you. Small arms wrapped around you from behind. 

Chapter 4

You started to continue walking but then something stopped you in your tracks. It was the silhouette of a short figure, about an inch shorter than you.
It was Sans.
"Human," he spoke in a serious tone. It was the first time he ever spoke and you didn't even think about how adorable he sounded. "Allow me to tell you about some complex feelings. Feelings like... The joy of finding another taco lover. The admiration of another's puzzle solving skills. The desire to have a cool, smart person think you are cool." You listened as he talked, not looking as serious anymore.
"These feelings... They must be what you're feeling right now! I can hardly imagine what it must be like to feel that way. After all, I am very great. I don't ever think about what it must be like having so many friends. I pity you... Lonely human." He was gradually looking happier and his cheeks glowed a faint light blue. "Worry not! You shall be lonely no longer! I, the Great Sans, will be your-" Sans stopped. He stared at you for a while, then started speaking fast. "No. This is all wrong! I can't be your friend! You are a human! I must capture you! Then I can fulfill my lifelong dream! Sans! Part of the royal guard!" He stared at you some more, then snapped his fingers. Bones appeared out of nowhere, in a neat pattern behind him.

You dodged his attacks the best you could. When you got too close to getting permanently hurt, when he wasn't attacking, you ate some of the items you got at the Snowdin Shop. Of course, when you seemed too weak, he purposely toned down his attacks, like Asgore did. Between his attacks, when he gave you a chance to make your move, you didn't fight. You kept your stick on the ground next to you the entire fight. Sans kept firing bones at you. Blue bones, white bones. He turned you blue. Gravity was in full effect.

Finally, the fight was over. Sans looked about ready to give up. You still spared him. No matter how much it hurt, you refused to fight. You didn't know why, but you knew that things would go wrong badly if you fought. Sans had small, short tears welling up in his eyesockets. You started to feel bad.

"I can't even stop someone as weak as you! Alphys is going to be disappointed in me. I'll never join the Royal Guard, and... And... My friend quantity will remain stagnant!" A sob cut through his voice. Tears started flowing freely now, streaming down his cheeks.

You decided to cheer him up. "It's okay," you said. "Let's be friends."
Sans instantly looked up, and a smile broke across his face. He wiped away his tears and ran over to you.
"Really? You want to be friends, with me? Well then, I guess... I can make an allowance for you. Wow! Who know that all it takes to make friends was to give them awful puzzles and then fight them?"
It felt good to make him happy, and you gave him a huge smile.

"You taught me a lot, human. I hereby grant you permission to pass through! And feel free to come over and hang out!" He walked back to Snowdin.

After a while of exploring the rest of Snowdin, meeting new monsters and befriending them along the way, it began to grow dark. Monsters were going back to their homes. The inn was crowded. You didn't have the money to get a room, anyway. Having no place to go, you sat in the snow. It wasn't actually cold, anyway. Maybe it was artificial.

You saw the short silhouette of Sans make its way toward you. 

Chapter 3

Sans had a hopeful look again as he (finally) saw you.
"OH MY GOD!!" he shouted. Then he whispered to Papyrus, "Is... is that a human?"
Papyrus whispered, "Yes."
Sans began to shout again. He had the stars in his eyes and he was blushing a lot again. "OH MY GOD!! PAPYRUS! I FINALLY DID IT! ALPHYS WILL... I'M GONNA... I'LL BE SO... POPULAR! POPULAR! POPULAR!"

He cleared his throat. "Human! You shall not pass this area! I, the Great Sans, will stop you! I will then capture you! You will be delivered to the capital! THEN! Then... I'm not sure what's next." He looked adorable when he was confused and it was all you could do to keep from hugging the short skeleton.
"In any case!" Sans continued. "Continue... only if you dare! Mweh heh heh heh heh heh heh!" He walked away.

Papyrus made sure he wasn't too close and then started talking.
"Well, that went well. Don't sweat it, kid." He winked. "I'll keep an eyesocket out for ya." He walked away. You waited a minute. Then you followed. When you saw Papyrus again, he was talking to Sans. Out on the ground in front of you was a square that was two times wide as you were tall where some snow was cleared. You heard Sans scolding Papyrus while Papyrus looked like he didn't care. You heard Sans call Papyrus lazy for 'napping all night'.
"Uh, I think that's called 'sleeping'," said Papyrus. Sans yelled at him more. He sounded so adorable then that you giggled a little bit. Sans turned to face you.


"Oh-ho! The human arrives!" Sans had the tiniest stars forming in his eyes again. "In order to stop you, my brother and I have created some puzzles!"
You looked at the clearing again. It didn't look puzzle-ish at all. "This is the invisible electricity maze! When you touch the walls of this maze, this orb will administer a hearty zap!" Sans pulled out a blue orb from behind his back and held it up.

"Sounds like fun," he continued. "Because the amount of fun you will have is actually rather small I think. Ok, go on ahead now." You walked towards the maze with your eyes glued to the ground. Then, a sound came from the other side. You looked up. Sans was zapped with his own puzzle. He brushed off some- well stuff- off himself, then turned to face Papyrus.

"Papyrus! What did you do!" He yelled. "uh, I think the human has to hold the orb," Papyrus said. Sans walked over to you through the maze, in a specific pattern making sure he wasn't zapped again. He gently placed the orb on top of your head. "There," he said. "Try now."

You walked through the maze, being sure to place your feet in his tiny footprints. He didn't notice the footprints. "Incredible! You slippery snail!" Sans said. "You solved it so easily. Too easily." He glared at no one or nothing in particular. "However! The next puzzle will not be as easy! It is designed by my brother, Papyrus! You will surely be confounded! Mweh heh heh heh heh heh!" He slid away.

You encountered many other puzzles like that, with Papyrus's being lazy, like a word search or a crossword puzzle. Soon enough as you kept walking in the same direction, you reached a town. Its banner was large and welcoming, and wore the words 'WELCOME TO SNOWDIN TOWN'. You found many places there: a shop, where you bought sweet-smelling food. An inn where you didn't stay because you couldn't really afford to. A library called a 'librarby'. A restaurant. And, a house. You didn't see any other houses in this town. Next to it was a mailbox and a stuffed mailbox.

You walked past the house and came upon an oddly foggy area. 

Chapter 2

As you kept trying not to laugh, not being able to breathe, Sans continued on and on.

"You just hang around outside your station! What are you even doing?!"

Sans looked and sounded even cuter when he was angry. It was all you could do to keep from dying of laughter. You bit down on your tounge, trying not to laugh.

"Staring at this lamp. It's really cool. Do you wanna look?" Papyrus asked, also looking like he was trying to keep from laughing.

Sans started stomping his foot on the ground and yelling, "NO! I don't have time for that! What if a human comes through here?! I want to be ready!"

The irony of what Sans just said made you laugh so hard that you had to pile snow on top of yourself to keep from Sans hearing. Papyrus had his hand over his mouth too, trying not to laugh.

Sans continued. "I will be the one! I must be the one! I will capture a human!"

Sans stopped looking angry. He had little stars in his eyes where his pupils were. His cheeks gave off a soft blue glow, which apparently meant he was blushing. He stared off into no direction in particular, as if he was having a daydream. "Then I, the Great Sans...

You piled more snow on top of yourself.

Sans kept talking. "...will get all the things I utterly deserve! Respect. Recognition. I will finally be able to join the royal guard!"

The stars were still in his eyes. Sans continued. "People will ask to, be my, 'friend?'"

Papyrus stifled a laugh. "Hmm... maybe this lamp will help you."

Sans lost the stars in his eyes. "Papyrus! You are not helping! You lazybones! All you do is sit and boondoggle! You get lazier and lazier every day!"

Papyrus smiled and said, "Hey. Take it easy. I've gotten a ton of work done today." He winked. "A SKELE-ton."

"PAPYRUS!"
"Come on, you're smiling."
"I am and I hate it!" Sans sighed. "Ugh! Why does someone as great as me... have to do so much work just to get some recognition?"
Papyrus smiled again. "Wow. Sounds like you're really working yourself... down to the BONE."

Sans groaned. "Ugh!" He looked a little angry again. "I will go attend to my puzzles. As for your work? Put a little more... 'backbone' into it! Mwehhehehehehehehhehehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehhehhehhhehehhe!"

Sans walked away on his stubby little legs. Then he came back and added a final "heh" then walked away again.

Papyrus made sure Sans was out of sight. "Okay," he said. "You can come out now."

You brushed the snow off yourself and walked away from the lamp. Your face was red from laughing so much.

"Didja have a hard time?" Papyrus asked.

"Why didn't you tell me he was so FLIPPIN' cute?" you asked.

Papyrus smiled. "I was used to it. I wouldn't really consider him cute. Just stubborn." He walked away.

You walked away, following Sans and Papyrus. As you walked, you finally found him again. Sans looked in your direction and a look of surprise and excitement came on his face. He pointed at you and yelled, "PAPYRUS! OH MY GOD! IS THAT... A HUMAN?!"
"Uhhh..." Papyrus said. "Actually, I think that's a rock." He pointed to a rock behind you and stifled a laugh.
"Oh," said Sans. His smile was gone, replaced with a sad expression. You internally slapped your head.
"Hey, what's that in front of the rock?" Papyrus pointed to you.

Chapter 1

Right when you went past the door, Asgore left. He didn't wave. He didn't shout. He left. You felt the slightest bit upset about it, but you didn't go back. Instead. you kept trotting along.

This place was a lot colder than the ruins. It had snow on the ground and all the trees were bare. You kept walking for a while as you took in your surroundings, and the door growing smaller and smaller until you couldn't see it at all. You thought to yourself if this was really all. Finally, aftere an hour of walking, you saw a gate.

The bars were built too far away from each other. As you were about to continue, you felt a presence. A tall figure stood behind you. You couldn't make out who or what it was from where it was standing in the shadows. The figure stood there, until it finally said, "Human."

You jumped at the voice. It was surprisingly low, with a slight New York accent.
"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

You couldn't tell who it was because you were turned around, facing the gate. You didn't want to turn around, fearing that it could be something dangerous. You wished you'd listened to Asgore.

"Turn around and shake my hand," it said. You turned around. Standing there was a tall skeleton wearing an orange hoodie, his arm out. You shook his hand. It released a farting noise. He laughed.
"The ol' whoopie cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny."

"I'm Papyrus. Papyrus the skeleton."
"...um, hi, I guess," you said. You were still still slightly intimidated by him.

"Anyways, you're a human, right?"
"Yeah..."
I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now.But...y'know... I really don't care about capturing anybody. Now, my brother, Sans, he's a human-hunting fanatic."

You listened as Papyrus talked on and on.

"Actually, I think that's him over there. I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy. Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too far apart to stop anybody."

You walked through the gate. Papyrus followed.

"Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp," Papyrus said. He pointed toward a lamp that somehow, is shaped almost exactly like you. You went behind it and peeked out from the top. You saw a shorter skeleton, an inch shorter than you, walk through. He was wearing a blue bandana with several holes in it, blue oven mitts, and blue boots that were obviously too big.

He tripped, then kept skipping along. You stifled a giggle as he kept tripping and skipping. He looked glad, until he saw Papyrus.
"'Sup, bro," Papyrus said coolly.
"You know what 'sup', brother," Sans said. His voice was so high and adorable that you couldn't help but giggle a little bit.
"It's been eight days and you still haven't..."
You watched Sans as his teeth curled into a frown, while still being cute.
"Recalibrated your puzzles!"
After he said that, you couldn't help but laugh. You held your hand over your mouth, making sure Sans couldn't hear it.