Living In Hell. {Depressed Underfell!Sans}

Chapter 13 ~ Confrontation.

Sans slowly began to force himself to sit up after waking up sorely in his regular old dog bed.. Around two days ago, his hell forsaken Boss had declared him heathy enough to return to work as normal. Which, y'know, was just absolutely fantastic.

Boy, did he miss that relaxing ass bed that Papyrus got to sleep in every night.. Besides, what's another day in this hellhole anyway? Except, now it.. wasn't really regular. He still had that LV... He had the weight of an extra level on his back, and his taller brother ordered him to keep it a secret.

Something of which was not so easy down here, and considering the dog he killed was higher in the ranks, the worst thing that could happen was Undyne.. The unrightful Captain of the royal guard.

The small skeleton was almost certain that fish wouldn't give two shits about him, though. Let alone suspect him of such a crazy ass crime. Besides, what would he do but dodge? Quite frankly, what else could he do but dodge? Apparently kill that wretched dog, that's what.

No matter how Sans blocked the situation out of his mind, he still couldn't help but run back over what he could recall of the events, and he still occasionally checked his stats to confirm he wasn't seeing things again. He just.. wouldn't get over it.

Though, like usual, Sans' fruitless track of thought was interrupted by his satan incarnate of a brother, the great and terrible Papyrus. When he stepped in the door, his posture was straight and steady as a needle. As always, he had a slightly angered, slightly disappointed look.

"SANS, MY PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A BROTHER. AS I'VE STATED PREVIOUSLY, YOU WILL RETURN TO WORK AS NORMAL. AS WELL AS HOLD YOUR PROMISE TO KEEP THAT WORTHLESS LEVEL UP TO YOURSELF." The tall skeleton sneered as he practically marched forwards.

Papyrus proceeded to jerk Sans up by the collar that always remained around his neck, which caused a slight choking noise to emit from the shorter brother. That damned collar, what was the point of it? To make him somehow even more embarrassed than he already was?

"SEE THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR A BRAND NEW START.. YOU MIGHT BE REWARDED FREE TIME OR MUSTARD FOR BEHAVIORAL IMPROVEMENTS. NOW, GET YOUR DISGUSTING JACKET ON AND GET TO WORK. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" Papyrus shouted, as if Sans wasn't literally right in front of him. That was just how he was, shouting to make himself known, always so over the top..

The older yet smaller brother cleared his throat a little, and one of his hands absentmindedly tried to grab at the collar in hopes of making his brother let go.. All he could mutter afterwards was a faint but steady "Yes, Boss." After that, Papyrus dropped him from the height that he was lifted to.

While Papyrus' walked out, Sans took a quick moment to catch his breath. He coughed a little, adjusting the collar a little. He used to have to itch at it when he first got it, but since then, it's just been.. well, there. He only remembered it now when his Boss decided to use it's "genius" tightening function.

Nevertheless, Sans eventually adjusted the sleeves of his red sweater, walking towards his jacket that he left on the ground the night before. He slipped it on, then tried to roll back his shoulders to relax.

The short skeleton then decided to quickly teleport off to his station, in which he'd likely either sit here all day in complete and utter boredom, or end up getting spotted by Dogamy and Dogaressa. Either way, who gives a damn?

Honestly, Sans knew those two were too stupid to figure out what dusted that dog treat smoking son of a bitch anyway. It made more sense to him personally to imagine Doggo choking on a dog biscuit and dying from lack of oxygen. At least that made him chuckle a little.