The Day After The End (OLD)

3. Trip

-In Snowdin Forest (short)-

The snow was peacefully sprinkling from the sky as a mockingbird sang in sweet tranquility on snowy branch of a tree and fluffed its feathers. Then out of no where floating little white and blue fragments began to materialize into a shape, it began to slowly make it's presence known silently dancing with the falling snow that just phased right through it, but then gradually amplified, making the snow unable to touch it, and causing the bird to fly away in a panic of whistles. There was sudden burst of light and a loud zapping sound and out of that Sans became visible with a terrified expression engraved on his face.

His once quiet, clean, and mundane entrance turned into a grand thunderous chaotic mess of energy.

Teleporting had drained him dry of the majority of his energy, but not his magic. He could feel the magic welding up inside, it felt like arcane magic coiling his body in thorny vines.

His body felt like it was on fire and he stumbled around for a bit with no sense of direction. Then when trying to recollect himself he lost his balance and land face first into the crisp snow with a pressured crunch.

"Sh-shit..." He mumbled painfully and with shaking arms supported himself to a sitting position. Exhaling mindfuly he looked down at his fingers to see tiny blue sparks emitting from the tips, growing wide eyed he forced the sparks to stop, causing him to grunt painfully. The magic that was produced from his fingertips involuntarily was weak, so it puzzled him on how that hurt at all.

He stood up with unstable knees and brushed the snow off himself, and observing his surroundings. This was not where he wanted to go at all...

"Welp..." He chose to laugh under his trauma. "It's a little bit of a walk from the ruins from here..." Sans decided to look a bit on the bright side: At least the strain in his head hasn't worsened, but that still doesn't make it any easier to think. The pain remained constant...

About ten minutes later of walking in the forest he saw his brother waiting at the impressively large door of the ruins through the thicket of trees, and he gradually crossed the large arching trees onto a familiar path with a snapped stick bisecting it.

Sans moved sluggishly to his brother's side, and in response Papyrus grabbed Sans's shoulders energetically.

"Brother! There you are!" Papyrus exclaimed joyfully. " I've been waiting for you! We must not be late for dinner with Toriel and Frisk!" He peacocked in his large self pride.

"Wh-where fine Pap... R-" The door to the ruins opened as the scent of freshly baked pies escaped into the cold greedy wind. Toriel stood at the entrance welcomely. Her smile was brimming as a cozy warm light from inside crested her figure.

"Papyrus, Sans." She lovingly greeted the brothers.

Papyrus took his hands off of Sans's shoulders and gave a formal greeting to Toriel.

"Hello, queen Toriel!" Papyrus said cheerfully and she laughed softly.

Sans waved modestly with little effort, "Hey, Tori..."

-Meanwhile At Waterfall-

Undyne having calmed down just a little, then entered the dimly lit display of the cavern, and she dove into her pocket pulling out her phone. The stone walls looked to be artificially created, but it was just the masterpiece of nature that carved an youthful age into the rock that never needed to be refurnished. Looking down at her phone she clicked a round button on the top of her phone with her finger, thus awakening the resting device as her face was gently covered by the weak light.