Living In Hell. {Depressed Underfell!Sans}

Chapter 8 ~ Deja Vu.

A short time skip later, after a break that felt way too short..

Sans the skeleton sat at his post, a dazed expression on his face. He was still tired. And.. If anything, he was losing motivation to sit up right like his brother usually ordered.

The short skeleton found himself dozing off a few times, still feeling worn out despite his brother forcing him to get up and go to work today. He really wasn't ready, but.. In the moment, he had to tell his Boss that he was, as to not get harmed even further..

Or worse, be faced with another violent torture punishment.

And yet, as Sans got himself lost in his own track of thought, he happened to glance up a little... His blurred vision landed on his brother standing Infront of him. Ah- wait... Oh shit, Papyrus was Infront of him.

"AHEM. I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU THREE SECONDS FOR YOU TO STRAIGHTEN UP THAT WEAK AND LIMP POSTURE BEFORE I SEVER YOUR TORSO INTO TWO." The tall, menacing skeleton loomed over Sans as he spoke, his shadow covering him.

The small skeleton could only gasp as he was startled, and in the moment he soon realized, Papyrus had started counting down from three. Sans' glowing red eye had started to shake, and considering he was still dizzy, he nearly fell back.

The taller brother glared down in utter dissatisfaction with his mutt, and he grabbed the leash attached to Sans' collar before he could fall back. Papyrus was already on count 2.

Sans' mind was rushing, his soul felt like it was pounding. Sweat dropped from his forehead as he began to breathe heavily. Shortly after, the shorter yet older skeleton was jerked forward even harder, causing an unfortunate sense of deja vu from both skeletons.

Sans' other bottom rib was caught against the station's countertop. As the small skeleton's eyes grew dim, he tried to utter a word of warning, but Papyrus' timer was already up.

"TIME IS UP."

- CRACK!

The great and terrible Papyrus had already done the exact same thing that happened around a week or so ago. Sans choked out in pain, his collar had gotten tightened as well after the jerk.

Sans simply.. Couldn't understand. Most of his brain was so... Confused. Why the hell? How was that even fair? He wasn't even thinking properly before, and- despite that, he couldn't even stand properly due to the boss' jerk on his collar!

The tall younger brother then put his heeled boot up on Sans' skull after he fell into the snow, and he glared daggers at his now limp figure. "UTTERLY WORTHLESS. NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY SHELL OF A MUTT."

The small skeleton couldn't even speak.. How could he? All he could really do was take the beating. He knew he was far too weak to sit up, and yet...

Papyrus jerked Sans back up afterwards, pressing him back into place at his station. "I SUGGEST YOU BE SITTING UP PROPERLY AT YOUR STATION WHEN I COME BACK TO CHECK ON YOU LATER, BROTHER. UNTIL THEN.. LEARN TO SPEAK, MUTT."

....

As Papyrus marched away without a care for his brother's mental or physical wellbeing, Sans was left limp against his sentry station to think about what just happened. He shakily sat himself up by support of his hands, though his whole body was shaking.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how bullshit that whole sequence was. He was so incredibly perplexed. If anything, he was pissed. He stared forwards at the forest of trees Infront of him, hating how unfair his brother was getting.

Honestly... He was sick of all of this shit. Deja vu or not, this one was just ridiculous. How could it be fair, just because he couldn't sit up properly.. There was no way he could.

Sans itched for revenge... But he knew he couldn't do that to his brother. Despite how much he really wanted to. He had to find something else.. someone else.. to take his anger out on..

Soon.