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Another day began at the small town of Ebott, the sun rose from behind the mountain and the birds had already woken up. But Far away from the city, Chara was still in bed. The sun rays shone through the window, but her body wasn’t ready to wake up yet. “urgh” she moaned, rolling in bed and feeling her soft sheets. She could see the light brighten up her room from her closed eyes, but she forced them shut, ‘I should buy some curtains,’ she thought, trying to fall back asleep, but she knew she never remembered to do so.
Eventually her back began to sore, and Chara could feel her pillow getting hotter and the blankets starting to itch. She grunted and pushed her blankets off the bed and began sliding off the former. She stayed there like this for some moments, back still in the mattress and legs hanging out, she stared at her stained yellow ceiling for a bit, wondering if living was really worth it.
She had bills to pay, so it kind of had to.
The girl sat up and stretched, feeling her joints pop and her back pain starting to go away. She got up and headed to the small bathroom on the right side of her room. It wasn’t anything fancy, the walls were made of white tiles with some yellows and pinks, there was a tub with a shower and a toilet with a sink. All the furniture had this weird look to it, as if someone tried to modernize an 1800 house with little to no knowledge, which in this case is what happened. She took off her pajamas and headed to the shower. The bathtub was big enough that she could just lie and sleep there, and she almost did, before the icy water slapped her in the face. “I hate this shower” she grounded shivering, it had been broken for some weeks by now and she didn’t know how to fix it. So, she was stuck with cold water. ‘Next time I go to the city I’ll buy a new one’ she kept chanting it in her head trying to make it stick, it didn't.
She finished her business in the bathroom and started dressing up. She opened her wardrobe and picked up her classic farm attire, a yellow and green button-up shirt, big black boots and brown overalls. It was a bit old, but she couldn’t bring herself to throw it out, it was the first thing she bought when her parents left her the farm and it had been her favorite ever since. Near the foot of her bed there was a chair with her freshly clean uniform. A simple white shirt, black pants and green overall. Even though taking care of a farm should be a full-time thing, she didn’t earn near enough to sustain herself, so she found a job in the city.
Chara walked down the stairs and made a beeline to the kitchen, it had a yellowish tone on the walls and the floors were made of white tiles, a hassle to keep clean. The woman went to the fridge and picked 2 eggs and some butter. Her kitchen was a bit small, but it had all the essentials, a white fridge with a 50s style covered in magnets, a black stove with an oven, a sink and some cream-colored wood cabinets where she stored her pans. On top of the sink there was a window with the curtains open, there she could see the forest that surrounded the farm and the mountain. Part of that forest was also hers, but the rocks and trees were too hard to get rid of.
The forest was big and dense. It started with some skinny trees but soon began to darken as you walked. The tree trunks were tall and robust and had a grayish brown tone, they were covered in a green moss that would sprout yellow flowers in the spring but that now were starting to rot. You could only see their leaves if you looked up. The foliage covered the sky forming patterns like a puzzle that only let the smallest sunshine rays pass through. It was easy to get lost there as the dirt path was dark and confusing, leading you to the middle of the mountain and ending right after the top. There was a reason Chara’s parents kept her inside as a kid.
Chara opened a drawer and grabbed a small pan. She broke the eggs, added butter, salt, pepper and began scrambling. She looked out of the window and admired the horizon while her eggs cooked. The sky was gray with rain clouds. The wind danced with the dry leaves in the ground, the sun could be seen poking from holes in the sky, it looked like a classic fall morning.
She finished her eggs and put them on a piece of toast, rolled it on a napkin and it was time to go. She walked to the living room and out the door and made her way into the barn on the right side of the farm. The grass was spiky and badly cut, the bald patches on the grass showed years of walking made by her family. The place was as old as her parents. Chara’s mom once told her that it was built by her great-great-great grandfather, who after a war needed a place for him and his wife, so they built this place as a symbol of their victory.
Eventually she arrived at the barn. It was a bit smaller than her house, painted classic red and white. That's where Chara stored all the things that didn’t fit in the house. She opened the heavy wooden door and got inside. The floors were made of a dark wood, the walls were old, and the ink was already peeling off. The ceiling was high and full of spider webs and abandoned nests. On the left there were some wooden boxes filled with construction tools and on the right, she had the animal’s food. “What the-” she said seeing the barrels fallen on the ground, “for god’s sake, again??” she walked to the barrels annoyed. Both food barrels were fallen on the ground covered in scratches and nibbles, something tried really hard to pry them open. “That's the last straw!” she screamed to the barn walls “Today I’m bringing some rat poison!” She spoke to the little holes in the walls, where the little things would come at night “Enjoy your day cause it’s going to be the last!!” she kicked one of the tiny holes near the ground, but whoever lived there didn’t seem bothered.
The girl sighed, picking the barrels up, “I hate these things” she muttered “so much food outside but they still try to steal mine….” Chara lifted the last barrel. She cleaned her hands in her apron and felt her phone in her pocket, picked it up and turned it on ‘I’m gonna be late at this rate…’
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Chara worked fast. She fed her chickens and bunnies, cleaned their little areas and changed to her work clothes. Soon enough she was climbing into her truck, ready for work. Chara turned on the engine and started driving. Her truck was one of those small farm trucks with a cargo back, it was painted a baby blue and was full of stickers on the rear. It usually took about an hour and a half for her to get to the city, while on the road she liked to listen to her tunes and admire the horizon. The first 30 min the road was made of dirt and surrounded by the forest. The tall trees cast a shadow on the road and it got dangerous when it rained. Sometimes if you were lucky, you could see deer running around and trying to cross the road. After that the road was paved and you could see the vast flower camps where animals came to graze. You could also see the mountain if you looked back, bit and green in all its majesty. It is said that long ago creatures lived on that mountain, but after a war they all disappeared from everywhere. It was one of the most well-known folktales in the region, also one of the biggest reasons they had so many tourists in the summer. ‘bullshit’ Chara called it the first time she heard that, ‘how could a whole species just disappear in thin air? They could at least make it more believable’ she huffed out of the window.
She kept driving as the trees passed by, humming with the song on the radio. It was tiring to drive for so long every day, but she enjoyed her time alone. She already had too many social interactions in her daily job, enough for the whole week. Finally, she arrived in the city. It was a classic tourist city, not very big but with a lot to do. She worked at a coffee shop in the middle of the city, a very fancy business that underpaid the employees. Chara arrived and parked, she took some minutes to mentally prepare herself before starting her shift. The store was big, it had a big kitchen on the back and a lot of tables near the window on the front, like a 90s style cafeteria. She could already see the usual customers, an elderly couple that liked to sip some coffee while people watching, a blonde woman with an office look and some teenagers skipping class.
“You are late” a bald man stood behind the counter staring her down. “There was some traffic ok” she lied, “it's only 7 minutes” she grabbed her work hat, it was green with the store logo on it. She went behind the counter and started taking the clients orders. It was a bit boring and tiring, at least most people didn’t like to chat that early, Chara also was not the most charismatic one and didn’t like talking to people. Her parents always found it a bit worrying, it was one the reasons they didn’t want to give her the farm. An isolated area where she would be alone for 70% of her day? A nightmare!
As the day went on the line grew and grew and eventually, they had to call another person to be cashier. ‘Why do people like coffee so much?’ she asked herself while counting the money a client gave her.
It was a coincidence she got to work here. Some years ago, when she had just got the farm, she was looking for a job to help with the bills when she stumbled in the shop. It wasn’t like this when she started but as it got popular the owner made it ‘fancy’. ‘another word for expensive and mediocre food’ Chara laughed at her own joke. “Excuse me? Are you listening to me??” Chara was snapped away from her own thoughts by the lady in front of her, “oh uh, yes” she tried to remember the order “it was… a latte, right? A Grande” she looked at the cup in her hand “I said a MOCHA, are you even paying attention??” the lady grunted, crossing her arms. “I’m sorry ma’am, your mocha will be ready in a few minutes” Chara sighed and finished writing on the cup.
And the day went on, she got yelled at, talked to some nice people and made enough coffee to smell like one for the rest of the month.
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It was around 7:30 when she arrived home, her feet were sore from standing for so long and she smelled of coffee and caramel.
Chara got out of her truck and walked inside, feet dragging on the ground as she made her way upstairs. ‘One day I’m gonna get so much money I’ll be able to scream at whoever I want’ she said, already yawning. She flopped in her bed face first, still in her uniform not bothering to change or take a bath. Her eyes were heavy, and she could feel her pillow calling her name, slowly she crawled to it and rested her head against the soft cushion. She took off her shoes with one foot and reached for her back to take off her bra. The girl sighed with relief and soon enough she was in a deep slumber.
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Chara was in her room sitting in her bed. It was dark and the curtains were open, letting a faint light come in. The shadows danced around corners of the room and she couldn’t find her door. On the right side of her bed there was a bedside table with a clock in it, “3:30” she read out loud, but the voice didn’t come from her. A shadow crossed her room in a blink, ending in the corner where her door should be, it was a blob of black mass that fused with the darkness. It pointed outside of the window where the forest started, “I should go for a walk” Chara said, but her mouth was closed. Slowly matter got bigger and bigger, it mixed with the shadows around the room, as if to surround her. A white face appeared in the middle of the dark, like a full moon, it opened its mouth and gave a smile as dark as the night, “I’ll go after him”.
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Chara felt herself fall and then hit the ground with a loud THUD. She was tangled in her blankets and her sheets were falling off the bed. “What the fuck…” she rubbed the sleep off her face, feeling herself sweat. “what was that…” she rubbed her neck, sitting up.
The dream was already starting to fade in her mind when she got an uneasy feeling. For some reason, she decided to look at her bedside clock, “ 3:07…” she spoke softly. she thought for a second, looking at the corner where that thing was, remembering that face, white as bone. Didn’t she say something? about someone? Was it even her? Where was it pointing at?
The clock now was 3:08. She knew she couldn’t just go back to sleep now. The girl untangled herself and got up, her eyes stuck to the window. Outside, near the end of her property there was the trail leading to the forest and the mountain. It looked fairly normal, a unused dirt path that would lead you to the middle of the tall trees and make you get lost, but her odd feeling stayed.
At 3:11 she was walking out her door still in her work uniform, with the addition of her knee-high boots and a coat. She began walking, following the dirt path and using her phone as a flashlight. Soon the sky was hidden by the trees and the lights of her house were mere pinpricks in woods. It was now 3:15
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By her measurements, she was almost at the end of the path. That odd feeling kept growing as she went further and further inside the forest. “What the fuck I am doing, that’s how people get eaten by bears” the girl huffed, out of breath, she was running at this point. And then she reached the end, 3:30 am.
The path broke into smaller dirt paths that would end in a clearing. It was surrounded by big rocks covered in moss and the tall trees circled it leaving an opening for the moon light. It looked almost magical. “Ok, I’m here” she looked around “there’s… nowhere else to go” she spoke louder, maybe to someone.
She waited some more minutes in the clearing, the wind wasn’t as strong up there but the trees made the air much colder. ‘GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING’ she shoved her hands in her face, covering her shame ‘ I’m gonna fucking FREEZE here, why did I even come here for????’ she hugged herself, shivering.
She started walking to warm up, there had to be something here, ‘ NEVER in my life have I climbed this mountain, why did I decide to do it now??? Out of nowhere??? Because of a DREAM? I don't even know what it was about!’ Chara started running in circles around the clearing. She looked between the rocks, around the trees, searching for something, anything that would make her feel less crazy. Suddenly, her feet stuck on something, and she fell. She stretched her hands to grab her fall and protect her face, but her hands got caught in the gravel . “Great” she felt her palms Hurt.
The girl slowly got up, her hands were red had little nips where the rough ground had cut her. “This night only gets worse and w-” she looked down to where she had tripped.
There on the ground, hidden by the rocks.
Covered in vines and moss, was a corpse.
“…” she stared, mouth agape and paralyzed. “Oh my god” she whispered, taking some stops back. “Oh my god I found a body” she stared at it, thoughts running wild.
As if she remembered she was alone and far away from any ears, she screamed “ OH MY GOD I FOUND A DEAD GUY. WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO???” She ran in circles around the deceased. “Should I… should I call an ambulance??? The Police?? What if they think I killed it??” She desperately searched for her phone but forgot where she put it in her panic.
Her eyes were brought to the dead body, her phone was resting face down, right on the person's arm. She thought for a second, “I’ll have to call someone anyway…” she said crouching. She kneeled down and reached for her phone, finally giving a good look to the corpse. It… was a skeleton. The face was white and smooth, no skin or meat in sight. It also… didn’t look human. Not fully. The face was too round and the mouth was fused shut, with bone-y cheeks around it. “..weird” she finally said, “ at least it’s not actually a rotting corpse” She sighed in relief, touching her chest. Chara then stretched her hand in the direction of her phone, and when she finally had it, her finger glazed the skeletons radius
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It was about 3:40 when deputy Huntsman saw the explosion. He was circling the town, doing his last patrol before the end of his shift when he saw a red explosion. It lit up the mountain Like dozens of fireworks without any smoke, and then it faded. “Uh, Jorge” He called in his radio, “ we might have to go have a look in the mountain” he said, still looking at the spot where it happened.
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Chara woke up with a headache, her head was pounding and her whole body was sore. Her chest especially, it felt like it was ablaze and she thought she was gonna puke. A light was coming from her torso, red and bright, but it disappeared when she moved.
“Ah…” she tried to get up, but her arms felt like jelly. Eventually she got enough strength to sit. The sky was already lighting up, the sun barely visible. “What… what that…” she held her head, waiting for it to stop spinning. ‘Did I step on a landmine… or something..?’ She looked around, but there was no sight of destruction. “urgh ….I'm gonna call in sick, i can deal with that later” she said, patting herself down for her phone. She then remembered ‘fuck it’s with the skeleton’, her brain was a bit Fuzzy. She decided to not mess with the body anymore, someone is gonna look for it eventually, and if they don’t, better yet.
She looked around for it, whatever knocked her out also threw it some feets away. With the help of a nearby tree she got up her feet again. Chara limped to the body, still with the phone somehow. She then reached for her hand and actually got it this time. “Ok, bye skeleton” she said, waving.
But then.
it moved.
It was subtle, if Chara wasn’t looking directly at it she would have missed. The skeleton’s chest went up, waited, and then down. It was breathing (somehow).
Again, Chara was paralyzed. Her face contorted in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. She kept looking, to make sure she wasn’t imagining things, but then it happened again, up and down. She sighed, already regretting waking up in the first place. She should have stayed passed out. Chara then threw her phone in her pocket and approached the skeleton. It looked like it was wearing an armature. He had a chestplate on its torso, dark pants and metal shoes. Only its right arm was covered with iron, but both hands were protected. Under all of it it looked like it was wearing chainmail. It all looked a little rusty. On the right side of the skeletons chest was a weird symbol, some triangles and wings. ‘I think I saw it somewhere...’ she thought.
Well, I'm already here anyway.
Chara put her hands under the skeleton and lifted it, bridal style. It was surprisingly light.
She then went down the dirt path making her way home, but this time with a corp-skeleton in her arms. She didn’t have any close neighbors, but she begged heaven to not bump into anyone on her way down. “The mountain was… surprisingly ok” she said, “maybe mom was exaggerating” she walked as the sun rose in the sky.
Without her noticing, the dirt path behind her began to fade, being covered in grass, as it had always been.
Notes:
And... Thats it for now!! Thank u soo much for reading, ive been working on this thing for some time now and im so happy on how it is turning out!
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Edit - i had to fix some small things with the story, mostly grammar and details, but dont worry it didnt change much
Chapter 2
Notes:
Yayy Sans pov!! I really liked writing this chapter :3
Btw, i was supose to post this 2 weeks ago but i kept overthinking and chnaging stuff. Also, silksong happened and it messed up my schedule
Anyway, if you like this please comment!! It makes me want to write more and the chapters come out earlier!!
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The wind howled through the trees as the skeleton made his way. They had been clueless about the attack that night and got caught in an ambush, he and another monster left to lure the humans away from their camp. Away from the civilians. He didn't know where Dogamy was now, but he knew he wouldn't see him again if he stopped.
He could hear their steps getting closer as he descended the mountain, their torches cracking in the wind and their swords whooshing through the trees. He was getting tired, his belt felt empty without his sword and he had already used all his magic. His movements were slowing down and he didn't have much stamina left. The skeleton could feel his eyelids get heavier by the second and his mind start to fog. Slumber was taking over him, cradling his bones and begging him to stop for just a second and take a nap.
The skeleton's eyes started to close, his blinks taking longer and longer as his skull spun.
In the dark of the night, with eyes threatening to close, he didn't see the roots of the tree as he ran . Nor the cliff that ensued.
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Sans woke up feeling his chest-plate grind against his ribs. His mind was fuzzy and his body refused to obey him.
He looked around as best as he could, he was over someone's shoulder, their armor scraping his own. His nonexistent heart started racing, if he was captured he would surely be dead, or worse. They were know to do much worse.
His mind was still sleepy but he tried to move, maybe jump out of their grab or try to attack but his arms didn't move and his spine was locked in place. Panic filled his chest as he tried everything he could to escape.
Sans hand then grazed their arm, knotted and sticky fur touching his cold fingers. A small wind blew from behind the trees as his captor hurried his pace, and a that very know smell of wet dog hit the skeletons ‘nose’. Dogamy. Or any of the dog monsters in that case. He hoped it was Dogamy.
The skeleton left a sigh in relief, his momentary panic fading with the forest breeze and the walk fo the dog. The up and down of the monster luring him back to slumber.
He was safe now, Dogamy probably succeed in leading them away so he could rest for some minutes. By now they should be near their camp so he could go back to his bed soon, '‘maybe paps can carry me there…’ were the last thoughts on his head.
He then fell back into a dreamless sleep, not even noticing the smell of dust coming from the bigger monster or the crackling of approaching torches.
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His body ached, his armature was way too heavy and it was crushing his ribs. There was a light directly in his face, he could feel the warm sun rays on his bones, was it morning already? He tried to cover his eyes with a hand but his limbs felt too heavy to move.
Sans slowly opened his eyes, the blinding light was coming from a small opening on the wall near the ceiling of… wherever he was. The skeleton noticed he was laying on the ground of some type of construction, a little house without rooms, just open space. He was on top of something soft and his head was against a pillow.
“...what” he managed to say, voice raspy from disuse. The walls were painted very badly and the wood looked a little rotten. Wherever he was wasn't in the camp.
Maybe the humans found them and they had to move? Why this place then? Why is he the only one here?
He tried to move, to sit. but any type of movement sent a blinding pain through his spine. His bones were heavy like a rock, the skeletons joints felt like they were covered in sand and his neck was stiff as if he haven't moved it in days.
“Come on” he grunted, trying to move his limbs “you felt worse before,” he tried encouraging himself. Slowly and steady, he flexed his bones and moved his arms, pushing his body up. It felt like he was lifting a boulder up a mountain, body heavy and weak. Eventually he managed to get in a somewhat sitting position.
The monster ended up breathless and slouched to the right , head heavy and relying only on his arms to stay upright. His joints burned and his spine was locked up, the skeleton couldn't feel his extremities well, his fingers were numb and his legs refused to move more than the minimal.
In his new position, he gave the place a better look.
it was… not great. The place looked like it could fall apart at any moment, the wood of the walls were rotten and the painting was almost inexistent. There were big spider webs on the ceiling, small holes on the walls near the ground and abandoned nests scattered around. Even humans were tidier than this place.
He looked at the bedding he was on top. It was a very heavy blanket, different from the ones Toriel used to make, it was fluffy and fuzzy, colored like a wolfs pelt.
‘Did they steal this from a human?’ He thought. It was rare for monsters to use animal fur.
His pillow was big and pink, with flowers adorned, he didn't know who this could belong to.
Sans spine felt like it was getting better, or maybe he was just getting used to the pain. Either way, the burning sensation was subsiding and his joints were less sand-y, he fixed his posture and balanced his weight on one hand while reaching his back with the other. The buckle was a little tricky, but he untied the leather belt holding his chest-plate in place, it fell with a ‘ponft’ on the blanket. “thank Asgore..” he sighed, finally able to catch his breath. He could move his arms more freely now without the metal crushing his ribs
After his momentary relief, the monster heard a noise coming from outside the closed door. Slow paced footsteps crushing grass, too light to be Papyrus, too heavy to be Alphys, and then a creak. He turned his head to the sound to see the door already slightly open with someone peeking their head through.
It was.
A human.
His body froze and his eyes darkened. He regretted immensely taking off his armature.
Sans didn't have a weapon, his spine was still hurting, he couldn't move right, he couldn't put his armor on fast enough and his magic wasn’t answering. He was dead.
While he stayed frozen in the middle of the floor, the human fully opened the door. It pushed it open with a little trouble but didn't step inside, the cold wind from the outside sweeping in.
It was a woman a head taller than him. She was wearing weird clothes, big boots, a hay hat and overalls, he could see she was covered in dirt and grass. ‘a cultivator…?’ he pondered, not taking his eyes from her.
Luckily, the girl seemed as scared of him as he was of her. She stayed still staring at him for some seconds before forcefully taking a step. She calmly walked into the building, leaving the door open, ‘smart’ he watched her approach.
As she strolled to the monster, she kept her eyes on him, only looking away when they made direct eye contact, sans could see the hesitation in her movements. Now that she was closer, sans saw she was carrying a white porcelain plate with something.
“Uhhh, hello” she finally spoke, still about 2 meters from him “I’m Chara” she gave him a faint smile and waited. Sans didn't answer, only watching her move. He could see she felt intimidated, looking around nervously and fidgeting with he plate in her hands.
“i, er, found you on the forest yesterday” she looked a him “i thought you were like, a corpse” she straightened after saying that, a bit regretful “not- not that you look dead it's just, i just, eh” she looked for words, lifting a hair from her face “uh, y-you know, skeleton and all…” she pointed at him with the plate in her hands.
An awkward silence ensued. ‘Wow’ Sans thought. And to think he was scared of this.
Some seconds passed but the girl said nothing more, only observing him with a hint of curiosity. Not uncommon for a human, they always seemed mesmerized by the smallest things. She kept her eyes on him, scanning the monster with her big brown pupils. Both creatures watched the other waiting for something to happen.
Her eyes darted to the porcelain she was holding, seemingly to remember what it was for.
And suddenly, she moved. She was too close with something in his face. Dread settled into his soul, he had lowered his guard and she took that opportunity. in a split second the skeleton backed off as much as he could with his currently mobility, the sudden close of the space rattling his bones. He gathered his strength and rapidly raised his arm feeling his magic drip.
A row of white bones emerged from the floor and made a straight line to the woman. Her confused face changing into fear and they shot in her direction.
The girl dodged to the side, but her right arm wasn’t as fast. A bone caught it mid air and slashed her forearm in a straight line as she pushed it back to her. Skin opening and blood spilling into the brown floor as the white plate hit it and shattered in a doze d pieces.
The woman fell back and cradled her wounded arm near her chest, her scream echoing the walls and blood staining everything. Small tears glossed her eyes, as the human made her best attempt to get up and run.
Sans felt his head throb and his chest heavy, he tried to summon another row but it only made his non-existent stomach turn, his arm was weak and he was loosing his balance.
He watched her run out of the door before he fell back, skull hitting the ground.
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“ouch….” Sans woke up again. He seemed to be getting more knocked out than he was used to. He felt like a rock was on top of him, crushing his soul and making his breaths labored, his mind was spinning so fast he couldn't forme thoughts.
He looked around trying to get his bearings when he noticed he was back in the makeshift bed, tucked in by a blanket and head resting into the pink pillow. Near his side, his chest plate was leaning against a barrel.
Did that human come back??? why would she put him back in the bed?? His skull hurt, his head was still fuzzy and his thoughts were too tangled for him to think straight.
The skeleton looked at the door from where the human came, it was still open and he could see the outside. Green tall grass covered the ground as the sun set in the horizon, taking its bright away and tinting everything with a orange shade. ‘did i sleep for the whole day…?’ he looked at the warm colors.
The monster could see a house in the distance. A light came from the window and he saw that same human walking around the house, carrying plates and other stuff.
Eventually the human disappeared from his sight and walked out the door, making her way to where he was.
He didn't know if he was still dizzy or if just lost his fear, but the monster was calmer than before. His guard was still up, but he knew he managed to scare her by the way she cautiously walked to him.
The girl approached slowly, she was wearing different clothes than before. She had a gray shirt with short sleeves with something that looked like a childish drawing of a cat in it, her pants looked soft like cotton with colorful paw prints all over it.
Without her sun hat he could see better her straight, nut-brown hair that was the length of her shoulders, her skin was light and slightly tanned around her arms, her cheeks had a pinkish color and her eyes were a light brown.
She walked to the building but stopped right under the door frame, her face full of anxiety.
“Hi” she said, trying to fake a monotone. “Are you ok?” She asked, voice timid. She had another plate on her hands. “I want to give this to you” she articulated, raising the plate. “It's food, you didn't eat the one I brought you before..” Her voice was firm, but lacked confidence. “but you can't do that again, ok?” She took a step closer and waited for a response “Whatever-whatever that was” she looked directly at the skeleton. She waited a few seconds for a response, when none came she spoke again “d-do you understand me?” the woman stuttered.
Sans thought for a second, he had seen this before.
In the rare cases a monster was captured by the enemy they would fall down and die within days.
With that the humans changed their tactics. They would feed them and care for them, promising to return them home if they collaborated. The longer they stayed alive the more information they could get from them. But after that hey would be dusted and disposed.
Some civilians would do this too, take care of injured monsters and sell them to soldiers for a good money with no second thought.
It usually only worked on weaker monsters thought, those who couldn't by any change fight against a human face to face.
Sans stomach twisted again, a sick feeling setting into him “Does she think I'm that naive?’ he thought. Even if she healed him head to toe he wouldn't hesitate in killing her for even a second.
He knew how cunning they were. No matter how ‘nice’ they seemed to be, or how many masks they used, he could see right past them.
His soul buzzed in his chest, he couldn't let that pass, if she planed to trick him she probably already tricked others.
Only one of them would leave this place alive.
Unfortunately, he knew it wouldn't be him to survive. He could barely feel his legs, his arms felt like jelly, he didn't have any weapons or armature and he was too tired to use his magic.
Even though he hated it, he would have to play along for now. As long as he is ‘sick’ and ‘collaborative’ she shouldn't do anything drastic.
“Yes, I understand you” he finally said, talking as little as he could.
She jumped a little when he spoke, spooked. “i-i bought you food” she repeated, walking in his direction anxiously. She stopped some meters away from him, further than last time, and keeled down to his height.
With a grunt, Sans used his hands to prop himself up, his back popping and aching.“Do you need help sitting?” she reached her hand to hold his bicep. “if you touch me you will loose your hand” an empty threat, it was more likely he would pass out again, but it worked. She retracted her hand quickly and went back to fidget with the plate. Eventually Sans was able to get in a sitting-like position similar to the one before.
“Here” she raised the plate in her lap. He then noticed bandages tightly wrapped around her shaking forearm, probably from his previous attack. Even weak, he did a good number on her.
He cautiously grabbed the plate and looked inside, it was a sandwich with a brown bread and something yellow inside. Before he could ask, the human said “It's an egg sandwich” she smiled “I made it just now” The woman looked proud “ i... didn't really know what I could give to you.. but eggs have calcium right? i think it will be good for you” she rambled, a little to Sans and mostly to herself.
He thought about eating, he felt like he haven’t eaten in days and it smelled… ok. But his paranoic side was still skeptical.
He decided to grab the bread. He picked it up and spun it around his hands for a minute, it smelled normal and it didn't look like the put anything in it. ‘if she wanted the could have killed me while i slept’ he pondered, if she wanted information from him it didn’t make sense she would try to poison him.
While he thought, his stomach suddenly cramped, hunger crippling into his ribs. The human was still watching him, eyes wide. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction but his body craved anything edible. He put the sandwich in his mouth and gave it a big bite. He felt his magic cling into the food as he munched.
They sat in silence while he ate, sans would never say it out loud but it was a good sandwich. He finished every crumb, but he was still hungry.
“So…” she started, “What uh..” a pause “what exactly are you?” she tilted her head with the question. “I-i don't mean to sound rude, it's just… I've never seen a skeleton that was alive” she looked deep into his pupils.
Sans got a little confused, ‘what does she mean by that?’ he thought swallowing the last piece. “Are you an alien!?” she said with a gasp, making a surprised face. that took him out of guard “what?” he asked with an arched brow. Humans called them a lot of things, but he never heard of “alien”.
“It's like, a creature that came from space, from another planet” she explained looking at his sockets. “uh, no” he stared back, more confused than before “i came from the mountain” he almost added an ‘obviously’ but he didn't want to test his luck. The girl looked behind her, as if she could see the mountain from there “that mountain?” she pointed outside with her thumb, “Mount Ebott?” she made a confused face. Sans didn't know where she was going with this, there was no way she didn’t know, why pretend then? The skeleton decided to only accent with his head.
The girl thought for a second, looking outside. “Where are we?” The skeleton spoke before she could continue with her interrogation. If he has to answer her questions so has she.
“oh, we are in my barn!” she explained with a smile.
That place could be everything, but it wasn't a barn. It looked more like a abandoned house where ghosts liked to live with all the rotten wood and spider webs, Sans was surprised the place didn't fall down while he slept. Anyhow, that wasn't what he asked.
“i have a small farm here, and here is where i put all my stuff” she pointed at the boxes behind him. Sans huffed “I meant WHERE are we? Are we still near the mountain? or the human camp?” he gestured, waving his hand. “uuuh” her smile fell a little “we are near the Ebott mountain, right on the base actually. But i don't think i know any camps?” she scratched her cheek “ There's a city is some kilometers away from here thought” she held up a finger.
‘that's what they call it now?’ Last time he knew it was just a Human camp, now is it a city?
“anyway….” she spoke, grabbing his attention again “ what's your name?” the girl asked happily, her eyes looked deep into his sockets. “i already said mine but didn’t respond” she scratched at her bandages aimlessly.
Should he tell her? Its not like he was very know by the humans, but there was a chance she could recognize him from past attacks.
But without his armor, his magic or his sword, he could pass as a random monster like any other.
The skeleton decided to take a shot. “I’m.. Sans” he said reluctantly “Comic Sans”. Her eyes widened “It's a pleasure!” the human smiled and raised her hand for a handshake. Sans only looked at it, and then at her with a serious face. The girl slowly retracted her arm back, a little awkward.
She coughed in her hand, “you must be tired right? a lot of stuff happened today” she was already getting up, “I'll leave now so you can rest” she dusted her pants and made her way to the door. “If you need anything just scream! I live in the house over there” she pointed out. Sans scoffed, ‘like i want you to come back’ he watched her leave.
And just like that sans was left alone with his thoughts. He laid down on his side and looked at the open door, he could see part of the sky from there. “at least she left the door open…” he yawned. It was dark now, the first stars started to appear and the crescent moon started to rise from between the clouds. The cold fall wind entered by the door and caressed his aching bones. His back was still sore but it was slowly getting better, ‘just a few days…’ he could feel himself falling asleep.
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Soon he felt the same warmth on his face as before, he raised his arm and it blocked the sun this time.
He had a nice dream last night, a memory of when he and his brother were younger. They were playing in the king's garden with another kid he didn't remember. Papyrus was still a toddler and they were collecting golden flowers for the queen. It was a short dream but it filled him with a nice feeling he hadn't felt in ages.
He slowly opened his eyes, being greeted by the soft and floral cushion under his skull. He was laying belly first on the ‘bed’ and hugging the pillow. The position helped his back stop hurting. Slowly his sockets trailed along the floor and stopped on the door, where a familiar face was standing.
Notes:
And thats traumasided sans for youuu
Gosh theres so much yet to happen im so excited!!
I tried to write Sans as close to what i belive his personality would be in this universe, some things probably will be out of character but idgaf.
Also, please comment!! It makes me want to write more and the chapters come out earlier!!
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