Guiltale

Chapter Fourteen: Tibial Connections

Sans TheSkeleton was lazy. Or at least, that's what his brother told him every morning. He didn't really care; hardly ever woke up past 11 if he could help it. Which isn't really possible most days when you had the coolest, most energetic guy ever for a brother.

...Who woke you up at 6 AM. Ugh.

"Wake up, you lazybones! I've been scouting all night in case the human comes to the end of town, and when I got back here all I found was my unconscious brother. We have to leave now if we don't want to be late...Let's get you to your station!"

Sans turned over under his covers, grumbling. With a huff, Papyrus grabbed Sans' entire bed burrito with him in it, dressed him, and carried him all the way to his nearest sentry station. This one wasn't so far outside town, but Papyrus knew Sans' ability to link them all together, so he wasn't worried.

"Now, I'm going to stand guard for when the human finally decides she's ready. You make sure there aren't any more coming, yes?"

"sure, pap."

"Oh, and one more thing-" Papyrus grabbed a stuffed paper bag and dropped it onto the desk in front of Sans, making him jolt. "Make sure you eat that, and not some greasy junk food again! I swear, you're going to pass out from lack of nutrients one day..."

Papyrus poked his brother in the forehead with humorous aggravation before clunking back off through the snow. Sans smiled at his brother's thoughtfulness, tapping the bag absentmindedly before falling asleep again.

For the past 3 months, his dreams had been... decidedly different.

They used to be about a kid, no older than 12. They would travel through the underground – sometimes making friends, sometimes killing them. The memories had gotten mushed together. Sans couldn't really tell you which ones were the most reasonable course of events, which parts led into each other, or whether they were truly visions at all. Papyrus seemed to think they weren't, but Sans had always had his suspicions until that night. That was when the dreams... changed. Suddenly, the kid was replaced by an adult, a blonde chick. She seemed unique, in that she spoke, and she waited. She wasn't in a hurry to escape, which seemed... weird to Sans. Why go through such a dangerous place at all, if you don't plan to leave?

All this just proved what Sans already believed: the visions were real, and dangerous. What if he did something he wasn't supposed to, and messed up the timeline?

...

...

Sans stood in the golden judgement hall.

There was muffled whimpering coming from below him, and his hands felt.. sticky? What would make them... sticky?

He couldn't see her.

There was a change. In the air? In the words? In the

The whimpering stopped.

That familiar sound. What was it?

steel cracked through bone.

A shaft of red...

Sans woke with a start. It was so much shorter than the rest of his visions, and yet that wasn't the shocking part. Rubbing his sockets, he noticed that one of the two spaghetti lunches had fallen out of the bag and into the snow, top having popped off to reveal bright red shining against the white.

sticky...it was... blood...? Blood...

Sans shook his head, grabbing the fallen lunch with blue magic and replacing it on his desk. He stared. Sans had never seen a vision of this sort of... ending... with the new human. Shaking his head, he sat up, rubbing his sockets as he stared at the clock. It read 12:13... he'd been asleep for nearly 5 hours. He smiled.