A day later, Sans went out on a walk with his brother. His new trainers making contact with the grass under his feet. He occasionally looked down for a moment, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sound.
"Sans, I feel like you're stalling!" Papyrus suddenly exclaimed, coming to a halt. Sans took another couple steps forward before he stopped. "I know you, brother. Despite the front, you're sharp and calculating. But this isn't you."
Sans looked up, noticing the panting his brother was doing. It wasn't from the walking, but his emotions exploding infront of him.
"this is a bit random." He responded to the accusations against him. "im not stalling, paps. im waiting."
Sans already knew what this could possibly be about. Throughout the morning, Papyrus insisted to start the next step of their plan. Sans, however, refused. He didn't give a reason why, instead he went about his day, like it was any other.
"Sans, just because we beat VOID down into a pulp, doesn't mean we can underestimate it. We don't have time!"
Sans caught himself, before he could answer with the short and sweet message he so desperately wanted to say.
"listen, the machine is complex and massive. we have no space and we don't know when VOID is gonna show up. we gotta wait for the right time."
It wasn't the full truth. White lies, he told himself.
An hour later, when he had time to himself, he got to work. Without thinking, he was already in the depths of the Undeground. Giving himself a minute, he stabilised himself from the massive shortcut and walked straight. He placed a palm on the desk he appeared by before pushing himself of and walking to the closest wall, grabbing the bag of metallic pieces. Above the bag was a light switch. Sans hardly realised just how dark the lab was. He turned around, realising that he couldn't see a thing. The realisation shocked him.
But I can see everything.
This realisation shocked him even more.
He blinked, and everything seemed illuminated. He could tell where the desk was and just how far away it was. But at the same time, it was threateningly dark. Still, he felt like the dark was almost like a protective barrier. He walked away from the switch, fascinated by the weird discovery. He didn't forget to bring the trashbag along.
He was seriously contemplating the cleverness of his actions, and whether it was worth continuing his plan. He almost thought it didn't make sense, considering he brought everyone on to help because he knew he couldn't do it alone.
But it is the right choice. He told himself. Because everyone will be safe.
He nodded, listening to the voice. He approached the corner of the room. The side with the other desk, the cleaner, more organised desk. The one that didn't hold the blueprints. Just behind was plenty of room. In the corner was a machine with a tarp draped over it, dust piling and covering the entire thing. Sans didn't hesitate to pull it off, revealing a mostly complete VOID Compiler. Sans almost found himself smiling at the irony of it all.
***
"no, im being serious." Sans laid in his lounge chair, attempting to sip some...thing. Sans took a quick look at his drink, wondering where he actually got it from.
"You said you were gonna help me!" Frisk stomped the ground, pouting at Sans in an expected child-like manner. Sans smiled in response.
"i said i would teach you. and i am doing exactly that. you just gotta snap your fingers and try."
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Undertale : Secrets (REMASTERED)
FanfictionSans has had an interesting past. A past that even his beloved brother barely even knows of. A past that, despite being so long ago, always finds a way to bite back. A past that defines who he is - but he longs to erase. A past that doesn't let go...
