Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 11: Flowers

"Sans, it is coming. I can feel it. Take Papyrus and get out of here while you still can." His father's spine-chilling voiced groped, a hopeless soul millions of miles away from salvation. A bitter look glinted in his eye, as if somehow he knew this was goodbye. He wrapped his arms around Sans with a tenderness he had never gained, a pang throbbed in his solemn heart.
"Take the blasters and leave. Go far away, hide yourselves from this dreadful place. I always knew the Hotlands were too hot for your training..." He droned, releasing the child from his embrace.
"But...what about you? Won't you come and help me explain this whole mess to Paps? He is out of 8th sector, the farthest monster school goes. I think he is old enough to learn about your work with me, I can't keep pretending." Sans choked back a tear. Years of ferocious, boiling hatred bottled up inside of him suddenly seemed to calm into mere ripples in a pond, his disgraceful last name gave no familiar meaning.
"You mustn't tell him anything. I will stay here and work for the king a little longer, then I will come down to you in your new home. I want to be the one to tell my son, so wait for me. " Gaster's eyes seemed to hollow when Sans looked into them; no soul seemed to dwell inside, as if he were an abandoned funhouse, a broken and trashed toy.
"But what about all that you trained me for? The evil being that is coming?" Sans blurted desperately, a new type of pain flooding his soul. Nimble fingers carved into his shoulder, forcing his powerless eyes up to meet his father's.
"That will not come for a long time, son. But when it does, you will feel it. You will know of it's presence, and you will know who is destined to help it along the way to domination. You must take these souls out as well. I should be there to help, but if I am not, you must remember this: they will be weak in the beginning of their journey. Leave no mercy in your heart, for if they live- all whom you treasure will die." The skeleton shook his head, the scars on his eyes seeming to dig into his very essence. Sans shivered, squeezing his eyes shut. His father was NOT right, and Sans had known all along that he was just mentally insane. So why did he believe his father's words now?
"Goodbye, Sans. Take care of Papyrus in my short absence, will you?" Sans did not breathe a single word in reply as he stomped home to get his brother.
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"GAAGH!" Sans shreiked, sweat flaming down his face. Thrusting the sheets off of his body, he snapped into an upright position. Huffing in exhaustion, he rubbed his forehead.
"What the hell..." Sweat fed into his eye sockets as Sans desperately tried to recall the events in his rather troubling dream. Gaster was there, talking to him...
"Dreams, they aren't real, heh." He grimaced, the bones on his back beginning to tingle. Sans had a bad feeling about that dream, but he just couldn't being himself to allow it to be confirmed.
"I-it's coming? Neo is...going to help it. No, dad was crazy. We aren't in danger." He groped, his head throbbed in confusion. He swiped his phone from the counter, cowering over the small device. He needed to warn Neo...
"No, my dad was....crazy....and now I am too." He paused, eye sockets widening. It hadn't been a dream. It was a vision. Sans threw his hands to his face, cupping them around his mouth as if he were trapping a demon.
"Oh my God..." Panic pulsed through his veins, Sans tumbled out of his bed and hit the floor with a loud crack. It all made sense now. Neo was not going to see the evil coming their way, and he would blindly take it as a friend. He would cherish it, while it secretly plotted the murders of Neo and many others. Sans threw his clothes on and rushed out of the house.
"What to do..what do do.." Sans' restless feet scaled the buttercup-covered ground with a bitter ambition, his anxious pacing seemed to no help. Rubbing his chin, he continued to scheme about how to protect the underground and Neo. The blasters would be too drastic, and using his magic would be overkill..wait. Sans was forgetting a very crucial thing. His spine seemed to churn, as if a lump were slowly traveling up his back. He gulped, raking his head for anything he could have missed, not glossed over...anything. His eyes widened, his feet moved no more.
"Take out everyone who helps...." He muttered with a grisly tone of defeat, realization pounding in his heart. Kill anyone who helps the evil being. Kill Neo. A guttural screech filled the meadow air, the battle cry of a lone warrior fighting himself. Sans couldn't even hear himself scream, nor did he care. He cried out as loud as he could, as if the world depended on the volume and ferocity of his scream. Tears gushed out of his eye sockets, Sans' kneecaps hit the dirt underneath layer apron layer of buttercups. He could choose to forget about all of this, to believe his father was truly mental after all and none of this was real, he could choose to just walk away. So why didn't he? Sans let his torso collapse on the ground, and did not flinch as his arms wrapped themselves around his legs. A feeling in his gut he had learned to hate rebelled against him, for it told him his father was not crazy. The world really was in danger, and the only way to save it was kill Neo and the evil force behind Sans' suffering. Sans closed his mouth, afraid to scream any more. He just let tears roll into his jacket fleece.
"If I have to kill..." He choked, clutching the hem of his pockets. " then why.. live myself. This is a dream, so why can't I just end it?" Sans gulped, noticing the flowers. They seemed to call out for him, little children wanting their mother. A sheepish grin slid through the stream of tears rolling down his cheeks, a shaky hand reached out to pluck a bunch of the bright yellow flowers. Sans nodded, studying the patterns of the leaves. The flower was a deadly hybrid buttercup, toxic to monsters like Sans. The perfect way to wake up from a very very bad dream. Before he knew it, Sans had shoved large handfuls into his mouth.
"I'm waking up any time soon.."
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I pressed myself against my pillow, it's fluffy and warm surface reminding me of Frisk.
"Nami, I am bored. Can I call Undyne?" I lament, twitching my toes in aggravation.
"Yes, dialing Undyne now." My phone fed back, Nami's voice garnished in a syrupy tone. The phone wrapped in my fingers began to buzz, a small picture of a spear appearing on the touch screen.
"Whaddaya want, punk? I am busy right now, go bug someone else. If you actually are important, you can just leave a message. No promises I will get back to ya." Her voice snapped, the voicemail tone ringing. That was my que to start talking.
"Hi Undyne, it is Neo, I was wondering if you could help me learn to fight? I know last time we tried I kinda fainted, but, I would love to try again if you would just name a date. I guess I will talk to you later, then." I offered in my best I-am-not-a-robot voice. Just as I began to reach for my charger, the phone buzzed ignorantly. It was from Papyrus, a call. I reached for it lazily, bringing it up to my chest.
"Hello? Papyrus?" I cooed, crossing my legs.
"Neo! Come quick! It is Sans... I already called Alphys to come for his health, but I think you need to get your butt over here!" A panicked voice with a clear sound of covered up bawling screeched through the phone, I rolled my eyes facetiously.
"Haha, calm down Papyrus, what is going on with your brother Mr. Lazybones? Did he resist your spaghetti again?" I joked.
"No! I think he...Alphys? Did you find a whosamat? A pulse? Yeah, that is what I meant. I think he is alive for now, but he might not be later if you don't GET DOWN HERE!" He hangs up, and I am left looking at a blank screen. My eyes grow twice their size, and a gentle hand slowly rises to cover my mouth.
"Your electrical pressure units are elavated to an extreme level, you are: stressed, scared." Nami's voice quivered, as if she were feeling the are as I was.
"Nami..my friend might just be dying."