Waken (UT×MLP) [STC]

Soup

Sans crept down the hallway.

If he was going to have a walk, he shouldn't drag attention to himself.

That way, he won't be asked any awkward questions.

But more importantly... they won't do that to him again.

They pushed him in without his permission, brought him back, and didn't even think of leaving him a sorry note!

All he got was a disturbing video on how he died, and a clipboard with too much information on him than he's comfortable telling Papyrus.

Maybe he wasn't supposed to wake up yet?

Maybe they were going to give him an apology?

He hesitated, but kept moving forward.

He needed food.

Fast.

He had walked to the storage room, and made his way to the food cupboard, before scouring the shelves for something to eat.

Biscuits, crisps, pasta, cheese...

His eyes fell upon the cans of soup.

Tomato and basil, chicken and mushroom, or spaghetti o's.

He's had too many spaghetti o's than anyone should have, and his throat was really sticky after throwing up all of that DT, so he wouldn't be able to swallow the huge chicken chunks and probably choke.

He grabbed a can of tomato soup, made sure it hadn't gone off, and looked up at the clock.

9:13.

The employees would arrive in about 15 to 20 minutes or so. Great.

Sans held the soup tight to his chest and made a break for it, swiftly making his way to the canteen, where, if he wasn't too late, could quickly warm the can, eat the contents, and rush back as to not be seen.

Sans placed the can on the microwave, not fussing with the stove, tapping 30 seconds into the timer and looking to the clock.

9:17.

If he ate it quickly enough, he might be able to get back in time.

He can't be seen.

He can't.

They can't know he's okay.

They'll just do it all over again... won't they?

He heard the beep, opened the microwave door, pulled out a spoon, ripped the can open, and placed a spoonful of soup by his mouth and sipped it.

He could feel the warmth of the soup brushing against his cold throat.

It felt... good.

Sans ate it up in no time, the time now 9:21.

He looked at the calendar.

2021.

The barrier broke in 2015.

Six. Whole. Years.

Sans stared, shocked he'd been stuck for so long, before rushing back towards his room.

He forgot to check the time.

He didn't have the time to go back and check, he knew that much.

He simply kept running, down the corridor, the walls a blur past him.

He bumped into something.

He felt... an awkward yellow.

Heck, the person in front of him was awkward, and yellow.

His eyes eventually came into focus.

"S-Sans?" Alphys stammered.

And Sans knew he'd been caught.