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11. Memory [Sans]

It was late at night, and every monster was in a deep sleep.  Except for a single skeleton.  His hoodie pulled tight to his bones, a light blue coming from one of his sockets as he fought to stay awake. 

Sans paced, trying not to wake his brother or the human downstairs.  Frisk was staying with him and Pap while she was out.

His bones rattled slightly, clicking together as he paced.  "Brother?"

Sans's hand flared bright blue, and a few bones floated off the floor of his messy room.  They sink back to the floor.  "Oh. Sorry Pap."

Papyrus frowned, switching on the light.  "Brother, I'm worried about you.  Why aren't you sleeping?"

Sans shook his head.  "It's nothing.  Why are you up?"

"I heard your bones..."

He sighed, sitting on his mattress.  "Papyrus, go back to bed."

"I don't care if you're older than me.  That doesn't change my concern."

"Just some stupid...nightmares."

"You're lying brother."

Sans flopped down, painfully clicking his bones. "I don't know.  Maybe they aren't dreams.  They're more like flashbacks."

Papyrus sat down next to Sans, removing his scarf and draping it over Sans's shoulders.  "Talk to me."

Sans leaned against Papyrus tiredly.  "They're all the same.  A human... And they look like Frisk, but they aren't... And they kill everyone."  Tears welled up in his eye sockets. "They kill you... And I fight them.  So many times.  And I kill them.  But they come back.  And somehow get me."

Neither brother noticed the young child walk into the room.  They tugged on Sans's sleeve and began signing.  'Sans, they're only dreams.  You're gonna be okay.  Papyrus and I will protect you!'

Sans ruffled Frisk's hair.  "Heh, thanks kiddo."

'That's what I'm scared of,' he thought.