The room was dark. Outside the room was dark. It was always dark. They were underground after all. The room smelled of inedible spaghetti, old books, and ink. A blue and white mass slumbered on the bed in the back right corner of the room. An old oak nightstand stood beside the bed at the head of the bed.
A cell phone buzzed against the dark brown wood. The slumbering mass aroused from his sleep. A skeleton emerged from the blankets. He rubbed a bony hand against his half closed eye sockets. The bony hand reached up and pulled the cord to turn on the lamp. He pulled the phone close to him and flipped it open.
The text read:
"SANS! IT IS TIME FOR WORK BROTHER! AND DON'T FORGET YOUR LUNCH TODAY!"
"Oh papyrus" he thought, "I would love to eat your...spaghetti...but I just don't have the stomach for it". Sans laughed quietly at his own pun. He hadn't seen his brother in a while. With his research and Papyrus's goals of becoming part of the royal guard, they didn't spend much time together.
He groaned a bit as he got up from his bed. The desk near the wall held his research papers and quantum physics book. He grabbed them and shoved them into a messenger bag. His blue parka hung on a rack right beside it.
Sans put the parka on. He sighed as he slipped the bag over his shoulder. His latest research had been taking a toll on his psyche. Though his perpetual smile would never reveal it, he was becoming more depressed each day he worked on this theory. Making sure he reset his code and back up codes, he finally left his room.
On his way down the stairs, Sans saw a Grillby's takeout bag on the table. Upon further inspection, the bag contained a container of Papyrus's spaghetti. "Nice try brother", he said as he walked out the door.
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Untitled frisk x sans
FanfictionThe end for sans in many ways. The end of his job as a royal scientist and also the end of his true freedom...freedom from the truth. But it could it also be the end of his lonely days? In my AU, Frisk is a she and doesn't gain the ability to reset...
