Updated 7/26/20
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Huh?
You feel your eyes opening. As soon as you open them, you quickly shut them. You squinted, getting used to the light.
"Hnn. . ." You groaned, rubbing your eyes.
You looked down and saw that you were laying on a cozy green couch. On the other end of it was the same person from before, sleeping.
His name was Sans, right. . . ? Yeah, I think so. Doesn't matter though. His name is Bob now.
He was laying his elbow on the side of the couch, resting his head on top of his palm. He looked totally asleep. You slowly got up, and looked around. You saw a little kitchen, and when I say little, I mean it. The sink was the size of a giraffe, though. So, that makes up for it. You looked upstairs by backing up a bit, seeing a door with a bunch of signs on it and one with fire coming out the bottom.
Everything just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
You look back to see Sans still sleeping, so you walk softly to the right, finding a rock with sprinkles and the door out. Immediately, you place your hand on the doorknob to walk out.
"I was awake, kiddo." Sans says, startling you.
You jump up with a slight squeal, turning around to face Sans. You puff out your cheeks and see his eyes scanning you.
Holy lord of towels and corn- he has black eyes.
"Are you OKAY?" Sans asks, not too concerned from your state now. You seemed fine. His right iris was blue and his left yellow, but both his pupils and sclera were black.
You nodded, examining his features from afar.
I've seen him before. . . Is this just Deja Vu? No, because I've seen Toriel before too.
This is too confusing.
Sans raised an eyebrow at your confused-looking expression.
"Are you sure?" He questioned.
Honestly, I don't know. But what better thing than to act like you're fine?
I mean, I'm not in any physical pain, so I'm okay.
You nodded again. You looked back at the door and then back at Sans. He seemed like he was looking right through you.
"Already so eager to leave? And I just met ya!" Sans jokes around, trying to lighten the mood.
You still feel very intimidated. Sans laughs to himself awkwardly.
"Look Bob, I'm tryna skidaddle my waddle out of this place. Shut your trap." You squint at him and his useless try at humor.
"Bob? Wha-"
"ShHhH."
You both awkwardly stand there and stare at each other. Him with a confused expression that looks like he just saw someone shove peanutbutter up their ass and you that looks like Sherlock Holmes when he spots a dust bunny.
"You wanna run that by me again?" Peanut-Butter-up-ass Bob says, still trying to figure out what you just said.
"Sure, I'll run you over."
Silence.
Just. . .
Silence.
"Look, my brother Papyrus, he's been pretty down lately. It would cheer him up a skele-ton if he saw you. Don't worry, he's harmless. He can't be dangerous even when he tries to be." He says.
He has a brother? GReAT.
"Please? It would mean the world to him." Sans pleads, giving you sad eyes.
You nodded for the third time.
I'm just going to stop talking because that seems like the best option for this situation.
You turn around, ready to leave, and open the door. The cold breeze hits you hard, and you have to use all of your strength to keep your knees working.
You won't get the best of me, WIND! FUCK YOU!
Sans taps your shoulder.
WHAT DO YOU WANT, BOB?!
When you turn around, all of the scenery changed. You are at Judgement Hall, facing Sans that has grown a fair distance away from you. An eerie feeling crosses over you and you just want to back up and run away. The sunlight pours in on you and sans, making the rest of the hallway seem dark.
"Bob. . . ?" You ask.
His pupils threaten your every movement and he doesn't look right. He has a red scarf that you haven't seen before until now.
What's happening? Did I do something? A new fashion change??
Please, stop-
"Sans. . . ? Please." You ask again.
He slightly raises his head and tilts it at you.
"Dirty brother killer." Sans states with an ominous tone, raising his hand.
"Wha-" You get cut off.
You feel something horrible- a wrenching pain in your abdomen. It felt like getting stabbed with knives and then getting stomped on. You look down to see a bone with a piercing end through your abdomen.
"W-why. . . ?" You ask, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks.
More importantly, how?
Sans doesn't look remorseful in the slightest. He doesn't care.
Your vision starts to blur, all the shades of yellow in the room phasing in and out of view.
I guess I was right to be intimidated.
You watched your soul in front of you. It broke into a million little shards and you felt the worse pain in the world stack onto you. You felt like you were at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, but only for a second.
A million submarines crushing every bone in your body. Your brain flushing away like a liquid.
You open your eyes, still trying to comprehend what happened and the amount of pain you felt. You were back in the house with Sans.
He will kill me if I stay longer. AND I'VE BEEN CALLING HIM BOB- Oh I'm dead for sure.
You look at Sans with an immense fear in your eyes. He looks at you with the exact opposite look. He was just confused.
You step out into the snow once again and look back at him, who is coming out as well.
I have to wait until he looks away. Two years of track put into practice for this moment.
He looks to his right and you quickly feel your feet starting to work, running the opposite way. You pass someone that has the same hair as him, but taller and in a goofy costume.
COME ON TITTIES LET'S WORK A LITTLE FASTER WITH THAT BARBEQUE SAUCE-
"HUH? IT MUST'VE JUST BEEN A MONSTER." Papyrus said, before continuing working on a puzzle. "NYEH HEH HEH!"
You quickly look at Papyrus and continue running, feeling it get just a bit warmer. You look behind you and slow down, seeing that he isn't following you. The terrain turned into water with a few patches of ground to help you get across. You walked along the dirt, finding a small area with a blue flower and a large waterfall.
This should be far enough.
You start to not feel too good. A little spot next to the huge waterfall has a sentry post that you figured you could rest in for a little while.
What am I going to do now?
You ponder to yourself, sitting down inside the little structure. Soon enough, you hear footsteps outside. You duck your head down a bit more into your knees, trying not to be seen.
Nothing ever goes my way though, does it?
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