*. . .
*SANS, YOU LAZYBONES! WAKE UP!
Slowly, Sans sat up, with a stretch that cracked his back. He'd had a dream last night, he was sure. Although he couldn't quite remember all of it. That was strange.
The skeleton looked around his room, blue gaze taking in every detail. The socks on his dresser, his slippers next to the bed, his trombone case.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Right. Yes. Papyrus.
He reached out for his hoodie, pulling it on over his torso. Stepping into his slippers, he looked to his mirror with post it notes stuck all over it. Brush your teeth, call Undyne, nap.
He grinned. After all, he knew exactly why he should call Undyne. To mess with her, obviously. He moved to the door, opening it, to see Papyrus practically sprinting around the hallway, trying to get ready.
*SANS! NOW WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE! WHAT IF WE MISS THE HUMAN?!?
Sans rolled his eyes with a small grin. *stop ribbing me, paps. it's only eight o clock.
*THAT'S NOT THE POINT, SANS, IT'S ALREADY EIGHT- OH NO. OH GOD.* Papyrus turned from the stove, where Sans caught sight of a huge bubbling pot. Something leaked from the side.
Papyrus had always hated puns. He knew that. But sometimes he was remarkably slow to catch on.
*what? didn't you get the joke, you numb-skull?
*SANS, STOP IT. STOP IT NOW.
*i would have thought you had a... bone to pick with me by the way you're acting this morning.
Papyrus froze. With that, he turned, storming out the door, yelling, *YOU'RE THE WORST, SANS. FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
Sans chuckled, getting up. He'd better get to his job. After all, he needed to pay the bills somehow. And it'd keep Papyrus happy, so why not.
Turning to the door, he felt a prickling sensation down the back of his neck, and Sans paused, hand resting on the bench.
Or a Sans-sation, ha.
*... not the time
He glanced around, checking round the corners.
*anybody there? paps???
Maybe it was just a feeling, those happened sometimes. With a shrug, he stepped out the door.
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FanfictionSans has always known things which others don't. He has never forgotten a thing in his life, and he knows how to keep secrets. But when something absolutely bizarre begins to happen, over and over and over a n d o v e r. . . He needs to figure out...
