Soul of a Weapon

Training

Sans and Papyrus was in the convertible again. Papyrus had told him that they were going to have fun. He didn't question it. Sans was wearing the blue jacket, he was always wearing the blue jacket now, tucking his hands in the pockets because he loved the feeling. Soon they'd made it to a 'battle arena', which was really just a building for monsters to burn off their magic so they didn't overload on it or something along the lines. Again, Sans didn't question it... until he saw Alphys and Toriel going at each other with their magic. While it didn't look like they were trying to cause harm, training to Sans, was no joke. It was, like many things in his life, a painful experience. Dr. Gaster had believed that no monster learned faster than when the soul was in danger, and if you didn't learn, you died. The doctor hadn't been wrong. Sans had learned how to use magic VERY quickly. He wasn't training. Not with someone. He couldn't HURT someone. He hadn't actively defied any sort of order in years, but now, he was backing away, shaking his head. "SANS?" Papyrus called out, worried. "can't.." Sans replied. "WHY NOT? IS IT SOMETHING ELSE TO DO WITH DR. GASTER?" He'd gained the attention of the other monsters, who hadn't even known they were there yet. "yes..."

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After gaining the blasters, 1-S was granted one day of recovery before the little skeleton was thrown into the training room. "This is where it counts the most, 1-S, you better not die or i'll make your death slow." 1-S knew the doctor had the means to do that too. He wasn't given a warning when the attacks started and he was hit by a bone, dropping whatever remained of his HP down to 1/1. He didn't know how Gaster had done that, most if not all monster attacks never perminataly dropped HP. We're they coated in that substance. If he was hit again, he'd die. While a LARGE percentage of him wanted to die, no matter how painful it was in the end, there was two factors that made up his mind. Factor one was the determination which wouldn't allow him to give up. Factor two, the most important factor, 2-P was alive out there somewhere. He wanted to be able to see the young skeleton again, someday. So he learned. He learned how to dodge and weave. He learned how to use bone attacks and blasters and blue magic. He learned how to teleport. Not all in that one training session, of course, that'd all happened over the years. Simply put, he couldn't take it easy with his magic, he fought to kill, as he'd been trained to do so.

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There was silence from the group as Sans finished the story. They didn't know what to say. "O-oh m-man, S-sans.. I'm s-sorry.." Alphys stuttered. He didn't get why she was apologizing, so he said nothing. Normal monsters were complicated. "So wait, you only have one HP?" Undyne asked. "affirmative." Toriel was ready to change the disturbing subject. "That jacket looks quiet nice, Sans, where'd you get it?" Sans was glad for the subject change. "papyrus got it for me." He replied with a hint of happiness in his tone. It didn't escape the other monsters who looked throughly startled by the slight emotion. "Undyne, Papyrus, I believe it's your turn. Sans you an sit with Alphys and I." Toriel invited. Sans joined the girls.

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Sans could tell something was on Papyrus mind. He was quieter than usual. Sans waited for the skeleton to speak his mind, staring as a matter of fact. Sans didn't ask questions, but it was his way of letting Papyrus know that he knew something was up. Papyrus finally said something when they got home. "DO YOU WANT TO FIND HIM? 2-P?" Papyrus liked Sans company, but Sans had a dream, whether he realized he'd said it or not, he wanted to see his little brother again. "i don't.." Papyrus head jerked towards the smaller skeleton. "WHY NOT? HE'S YOUR BROTHER!" Sans blinked. 'Brother'. I simple term, but it was accurate. 2-P was Sans little brother. Papyrus was Sans little brother. "because he found me, 8 months ago." The eldest replied. 8 months. That was when they'd first found Sans. If that was the case the that meant "I-I'M 2-P..?" Sans didn't waver, his blank smile suddenly seemed a lot more genuine. "yes."