Another old work because I'm too tired to wir write

Bitch

/w
Michael Afton meets Undertale

Sans-Michael's POV

"How is there snow? Aren't we underground?"

"Magic, my child. Magic."

     Where did they get their magic from? Was there another glitch in the universe? Are there people like me and the rest of the animatronics? Or is it something else...?

     Toriel seems to notice the provoked look on my face, opening her mouth to question. Before she could start, a deep voice interrupts her.

"Ey, Toriel. 'Who's the new 'uman?"

"Human!? Where?" A higher one responds.

     Then I realize there talking about me. I stifle a laugh. Human? Me? Not anymore I'm not.

"Next to Toriel, Papyrus."

"Hello new human! I'm The Great Papyrus, and this is my brother, Sans!" The hyper skeleton expresses. Wait, skeleton? I decide not to push it. Most dead people I know don't like talking about it, including me.

"'Ello"

"Hi, im Michael."

     Sans whispers something to his brother, indicating him to step back. As the orange-clad skeleton does, Sans does something with his eyes.

     As they suddenly glow bright blue, the rest seem surprised that I'm not questioning this at all. I've seen a lot of weird crap in my life, hell im literally a walking corpse, so this doesn't cross me much.

     Then something comes up in front of me and I start to read it backwards. It's not completely straightforward, but I can still make out what it means. I see Sans still reading when I finish.

"How did you know that," I say rather than ask.

"I'm not even done reading and you were reading backwods! 'ow are you done and what is on this?"

"It doesn't matter, but how do you know these things? Is this part of the magic down here, like the snow?"

     Sans finished reading, calming his surprised expression.

"Smat one, ain't ya? Yes this is part of the magic. Now come wit me. I need to talk to you."

     I walk behind him, hearing loud whispers from Papyrus.

"That's not good. What did Michael do?!"

     That's comforting.