Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 14: Impossible

I awoke, forgetting where I was. All I could think of was Sans. I looked around wildly and I remembered what had happened, and I put my head in my hands. "Was it my fault...?" I whispered into my palms. "Neo." I heard the robotic voice of Nami. "What?" I growled, looking at Sans. I gripped his hand, trying to find the imaginary pulse that Alphys had been talking about. "Neo, Alphys was talking to me, and she got an idea. Would you like to hear it?" She asked. She seemed happy. "Sure." I said, still not looking at the phone that rested next to me. "She wants to make me a robotic body. She thinks that it could help with your depression over this event." She said. I blinked. "A robotic body for you?" I repeated. "Yes."
"Uh, knock yourself out?" I said, still confused over this event. "I will happily give you more information later, except for now I'm still angry on how you threw me across the room." She said plainly, and the phone turned off. I put it back in my chest compartment, hoping I could go back to sleep and keep talking to Sans. A secret desire was that I wanted to kiss him again, but I kept quiet over that. But my wires were humming with unused energy, and I still ignored how hungry I was. I sat up, stretching my arms. Damn, I got the best view right now. I stopped. "Sans..." I growled, ducking under the door and leaving. He didn't say anything else. I marched out of the lab and back to my house.
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"Hello? Papyrus? Wait, slow down. You what? Oh, that is great! You want me to come over....now? Uh, ok, whatever to help Sans. Yeah. Uh, do you have any paper and pens? Yeah, there is something I need to do. Draw a robot. I know, Irony. Haha, see you soon Paps." The couch seemed almost unwilling to let me stand, a crease from where I had sat still marking my history with it even after I had left the house. I slid the phone into my compartment with a smug grin, a brightness seemed to return that had been gone for what seemed like ages. A long gone strut in my soles, a hope in my heart, a glint in my eye. Papyrus had found something on Sans, and I knew in my heart it would help us get out of this mess.
Knock Knock Knock.
My fist pierced the placid Snowdin air as it tirelessly rammed against the door. A distant scuffling seemed to answer it, followed by a bump on the door. It creaked open, Papyrus eagerly awaiting me in a crosslegged position, as if he had struggled to his feet.
"HELLO, NEO! COME IN, BUT BE WARNED THAT IT IS SLIGHTLY HARDER TO WALK. I HAD NABSTABLOOK OVER, AND YOU KNOW HOW THAT IS." He shrugged, managing a pained smile. I ducked under his bowed arm, my boots echoing a disturbing wet sound.
" THE STUFF IS OVER HERE, ON MU COUCH." Papyrus noted, showing me to the sitting room. An eerie tingle hiked up my back, I had been here before. In a daydream. I glanced down at my submerged feet, small drops of water petaling my face like morning dew on a flower. My left leg slipped slightly foreword, and my body heaved backwards.
  "Agh, whoops." My face heated as I attempted to stand up, Papyrus gave me his hand.
  "YEAH, SORRY ABOUT THAT." He mumbled, sliding down into the couch cushions. "No, it's fine." I said, glancing at where Papyrus was sitting. It was the couch. I blinked multiple times, and I swore I saw Sans and I cuddling on it the night before. "Neo? Are you okay?" Napstablook asked, floating over. My freak-out had caused him to stop crying, and I offered him a weak smile. "Fine." I responded, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Papyrus shot me a confused glance, and I didn't say anything. I found myself sitting where I did in the dream, my whole body shuddered.
A book lay sprawled out helplessly over the cushions, it's condition tarnished and well-loved.
   "I-I liked to keep a scrapbook when I was young...I found a couple things in it when I was  celebrating my birthday and looking through it. I thought they might help, so I showed Papyrus. He figured you might want to see them." Blooky mumbled, hovering blatantly over the book. I gently placed it on my lap, noticing that the edges of the book seemed waterlogged and salty. As I turned the first page with a dainty hand, I noticed something odd. The pictures on the page were of humans, two of them. One, a man, wore glasses and a plaid shirt. He was very tall and slim, and in his arm a woman was cradled. Her bright blue eyes have life to the dull mess of raven hair surrounding her face, and she seemed to be laughing. Her waist was swollen for some odd reason, she must have been sick.
  "Who..." I trailed off, my eyes twisting upward to Nabstablook.
   "Oh..my parents." He muttered, his face reddening.
  "Wait..your parents were human? And what sort of disease does your mother have?"
  "She...she was carrying us, before we were created we lived in her belly." He stammered, embarrassment crawling around his face. " It is hard to talk about, ok? Just flip the page."
  We skimmed through a hidden human child's life as we sat there, and I got to watch my cousin grow up a little bit in every page. Mettaton was in there, too. With flowing black waves of hair, he was often singing, dancing, or making funny faces for the camera we looked through. As I flipped another page, something caught my eye. There was a compacted disc taped to a page, it shined with an unseen light. It was calling me.
  " Do you mind if I..." I offer, turning to Blooky.
  "Yes, I was going to give it to you sometime soon. To watch on your own." He nodded as I peeled the tape off of the disc. I fit snugly into my storage compartment.
  "OK, I AM TIRED OF THIS LITTLE FAMILY REUNION, SKIP TO THE PAGES HE NEEDS TO SEE!" Papyrus groaned, shoving my shoulder. He eagerly flipped the pages, a slight breeze picking up from them. One page caught his eye, and the book fell in my lap again. There was quite a few pictures hastily taped onto the page, all of which were photos of Sans at different ages. Each one showcased him with this odd blue mist floating effortlessly around his left eye. My own eyes widened, I had seen that before. Papyrus studied my expression, his eyes narrowed.
  "HAVE YOU SEEN THAT BEFORE?" He asked in a naive sort of tone.
  "Yeah... At the hospital, and at the..." My eyes followed  Nabstablook cautiously, I wasn't sure if I should tell him about the Blaster sanctuary. I bit my lip, making up my mind.
" Papyrus, he uses that blue when he is concentrating hard, do you agree? When did he use it with you?" I ask, studying the pictures.
   "UH...I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM DO THAT BEFORE." He mumbled, I shot upwards at this.
   "What?!"
  "YEAH."
    "But didn't you guys ever playfight?"
"WE DID, BUT I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE." I was speechless.
   "Nabstablook, have you ever seen that before?" I raise my voice, tension ripping through my wires.
  "Not that I remember, but I do know I was the only one who took these pictures in here. Look. I sign my name on every photo in he printing process." He gestured to a photo, and, clear as day, there was a printer-written signature. A bad feeling seemed to take flight in my mind, one that I had pushed away in my mind for so long. I did not want to ask my last question on the matter, for I feared what I might learn. With a gulp, I exhaled and began.
  "Has anyone.... Been killed by Sans?" I hated the words and wished to take them back the moment I breathed them. Blooky nodded, I held back tears to the best of my might. I could not bring myself to look at Papyrus.
  "Yes. A human child with a sweater of purple and blue." Blooky pipes, remourse fresh in his words.
  "Frisk?! But...Frisk is alive! They visited Sans yesterday, I saw them!" I exclaimed, a growing fear overtaking me.
"Yes, I know. It's strange..." Blooky said, handing the book back to me. I closed it and put it back on the table. "But Frisk resetted after Sans killed her, but she claims not to remember very much of the battle, as if it just disappeared from her memory all together. " I patted my hair, my brow creasing as much as titanium would allow.
  " But what did she remember?" I ask blandly, attempting to hide my loaded blaster behind my back. Blooky sighs, rolling his eyes.
  "She would like to tell you herself." I bristled at his soft words, only now noticing the other heat signal in the room. She tapped into the room, an eerie smile plastered to her face. My jaw snapped out of it's hinge, I gawked at how quietly the human walked compared to me and my bucket-of-bolts body.
  "F-Frisk-" I stammered, the small human put a finger to my lips. She nimbly rolled up on the couch cushion besides me, her beady eyes locked onto mine. I awaited her voice, my systems heating up to very unsettling levels.
  "Cold. I was very cold. Creepy. Very creepy. Black...there was a black...void.." She began, her stutter hammering at my nerves.
  "These animals came out of the void..they're heads only passed through. Creepy. Skeletons. The world was blue. Pain. I think I hit a wall. I was blue. I can't remember anything else. Day by day, I lose more memory. " She mumbled, curling up against my side. I kissed her forehead, my soft eyelashes grazing her hair.
  " It is ok. Do you think you would be willing to tell me more if I gave you medicine?"  I asked sweetly, embracing the small child. She nodded meekly, and I pulled her closer.
  "That's a gal. Now, do you want to help me draw a robot?"