Cage Of Bones

Chapter 1: A Bad Time For Here

Author's Note: Whelp...here we go.

Trigger warning(s): Character death, uncensored language, attempted murder, blood, and use of knives. Tread with caution.

(Updated Edits On 12/17/22)

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SLICE!

The sound of the slash of a knife instantly made his heart drop down to the pit of his stomach, his mind unable to put together words as the sound replayed over and over in his head.

"DAD! NO!"

Sans rushed to the rail around the core, his eyes permanently etching the sight before him into his brain as he watched the corpse of his father drop down below.

He could hear Papyrus bursting into tears and feel him cling to him in a mix of fear and sadness as the splash below signaled their father's demise.

A small chuckle made Sans' eyes widen as he looked around, the image of a kid with a green and yellow striped sweater was seen to be running down the hall...a bloody knife in their hand.

Sans moved before his brain could catch up as he ran toward them; powered by rage.

They KILLED him! They KILLED his FATHER! And they were going to pay!

As if it were a crossfade in a video, the walls of the lab soon became snowy trees; Sans' running becoming walking as he glanced around in confusion. The ground became further away as he grew taller; his clothes fading into basketball shorts, slippers, a t-shirt and a blue hoodie.

"What the?" was all he could say as he looked around, his feet crunching in the snow.

"Hmm...I see you are approaching...are you offering a hug of acceptance? WOWIE! My lessons are already paying off! I, the GREAT Papyrus...welcome you with open arms! NYEH HEH HEH!"

At the sound of that laugh, Sans' pace immediately quickened; making him round the bend to see a human kid with a blue and pink striped sweater walk toward Papyrus; their eyes hidden by their bangs.

"Wait...what are they doing?"

Sans' question was soon answered when he saw a knife hidden behind the kid's back.

"PAPYRUS! NO!"

SLICE!

Sans' pace stopped instantly as he watched Papyrus' head drop from his shoulders.

"That...wasn't what I expected...but still...I believe in you. You can do a little bit better, even if you don't think so. I...I promise..."

And just like that, with a stomp of a small foot and a cruel smile, the last bit of family was gone.

Sans watched as the kid walked away, not showing any sign of regret for what happened.

Sans ran to where his brother used to be as fast as he could, sliding through the snow on his knees to the pile of dust.

"P-Papyrus? P-Papy?" he asked quietly, lifting his brother's scarf to his chest; tears coming to his eyes.

"No...NO! NOT YOU TOO! NOT YOU FUCKING TOO! NO!" he shouted, sobs coursing through him as he hugs the scarf close; not noticing as the cold suddenly became absent and the cloudy atmosphere became brighter.

He opens his eyes to see himself in the main hall of the king's palace, Papyrus' scarf around his neck and the kid in front of him; knife in hand.

He took a moment to compose himself; the memory of why he was here now fresh in his mind as he leveled a neutral look in the kid's direction.