Metal Bones

ch 4 pt 1- gotta love making ppl mad

Sans just being a lil shiz and making ppl mad basically ah chapter.
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"Uh... sans you sure you know what you're doing? You've been taking and placing back different products here man"

"just trying to see if they have what I need undies" sans grabbed an interesting looking can of oil. 'Squeak be gone' it said, it had a little mouse mascot on the front with it too. He laughed a little in his head. It was so stupid.

"Don't you already know what you're going to get? Just Pick one man, or tell us what you're looking for! Maybe then we can speed up this process a little" she asked trying to be helpful but it just came off as a little rude. To be honest she just wanted to move on, they all did.

Sans was half tempted to get the can he was holding but ultimately decided not too, it wasnt what he was looking for.

Plus when would he ever pass an opportunity to annoy someone. His response was already set.

"Ima pass on that, I don't really think you'd that much of a help in this department. No offense"

Undyne crossed her arms "Oh yeah?"

Sans turned to look up at her from his spot, "Yu-p, this is mine and Alphs department"

"If you're such an expert then Mr smart-ass, why are we stuck looking at you pick between cans of oil like an idiot who bought their first car and doesn't know what they're doing" she picked up a can from a shelf close to her. "I mean how hard can it be? Just grab one and go! It's just oil, not clothes."

Sans could tell Undyne was fed up with this nonsense. Always the short temper with this one. She didn't know it, but it really was a difference between which products he used. The years of moving between cold and damp places had really gotten to him. His joints we're rustled, along with whatever metal parts held him up.

It might seem like a miniscule task, that can be done with no thought for undyne, but sans had to consider what would work best to prevent further damage to his frame. He couldn't exactly replace such parts as easily even on the surface.

His parts were specifically welded for his functions. One of a kind. The only other parts that would come close this his...

Sans had been running an errand for the doctor when he stumbled upon the room his creator stored all the previous failed models of the SW_'s. All of them hazardously stacked on top of each other, like they had been thrown in without care. Almost as if all those hours his creator spent into building them from the ground up, meant nothing to him once they were found faulty.

seeing his predecessor's stored a away in a dark closet, like pieces of scrap metal. Just garbage to keep hidden away, because they didn't turn out how He wanted.

To think sans almost turned out like all the other failed versions of the SW series hidden away in that closet. A mess of similar frames.... and Similar parts.

No.

He couldn't.

But sans he needed the parts. How would he even get them though? He made sure no one would be able to get back in, not even him, into that part of the lab.

Sans internally groaned. He screwed himself over trying to cover up his and that doctors deeds.

"-OH DONT BE LIKE THAT UNDYNE, SANS IS JUST TRYING TO SEE WHAT IS BEST"

Sans tuned back into their conversation, we're they seriously arguing about him this whole time?

"Yeah I get that, but! He's spending just about the same amount of time as you do when you pick pasta! At this point we might be here longer then we were in the pasta aile!"