UnderAU (Undertale)

Enter Underfell

Yassssssss

I love the video omg, and THE PICTURE IS NOT MINE!!!

Also, in this story, 

UF Papyrus still has the three cracks over his LEFT eye socket, and 

UF Sans has a crack over his left eye socket that starts from the middle of the back of his head. UF Sans' RIGHT EYE glows rather than his left, because since they're opposites of the original Undertale Sans and Papyrus, I figured the eye should be switched as well. (The eye is also switched for another reason that will occur later in the story (;    )   Also, I liked the idea of Underfell Sans not wearing a shirt. IDK that was just one of the first pictures I had seen of him, so that's how I picture him.

Enjoy!

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          Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk were walking along together in the forest of Snowdin. There was fresh snow blanketing the trees and ground, nothing had been disturbed by any of the other monsters. It was quiet, peaceful. Well, mostly. Papyrus was currently talking with Frisk about some new puzzles he wanted to make, and since Papyrus' voice was naturally loud, it was rather hard not to hear. But luckily, Sans was used to this from raising Papyrus since he was five, so he was able to block it out and simply think.

          There had been multiple resets. Hundreds of them. Whether they were Genocide, Pacifist, or Neutral, Sans didn't particularly care. Even when the whole world was E R A S E D, he had his ways of remembering. 

          /*right now, that doesn't matter./ Sans thought silently as he looked up at the ceiling of the cavern, clouds of breath somewhat fogging his view. Although both him and Papyrus didn't really need to breathe, they did it out of habit, anyway. It was soothing to them, and helped calm them, in some strange way. Their magic, though invisible with how little they were using, could form 'lungs', and the natural warmth of magic made the air hotter, causing their breath to be seen in the frigid air.

          Frisk, however, actually needed to breathe. It was interesting to the skelebros how Frisk, along with other monsters, actually needed the oxygen. It was absolutely fascinating to them when they had been younger. Though, only Sans remembered the first time they discovered that strange breeze coming from someone's mouth. Sans was only ten, and Papyrus had been three. They had stayed up late, despite G- er,  well... That doesn't really matter. The point was, it was weird. The two young boys had woken them up in order to make sure they were okay.

          Sans' pupils disappeared as he remembered how their... father... had laughed at their expressions, and had to explain it to them. He could almost hear it...

          "SANS!!!" Papyrus suddenly shouted where his brother's ear would be, startling the smaller skeleton back into reality.

          "*y-yeah bro?"

          "YOU WEREN'T ANSWERING MY QUESTION!" Papyrus crossed his arms, pouting at his brother. Sans chuckled softly. Even though Papyrus was eighteen now (in monster years), he still acted childish. 

          "*what question was that bro?"

          "IF YOU THOUGHT MY IDEA FOR A PUZZLE WAS GOOD!"

          "*whaddaya talkin' about pap? your ideas are always good." /*heh, nailed it./

          Papyrus paused, before smiling even wider than usual, laughing and starting to walk again. "OF COURSE THEY ARE! I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT!" Sans simply smiled a little more and shook his head.

          Frisk was smiling and skipping in front of the two skeletons. She skipped ahead of them, then back to them, then ahead again. The two older monsters smiled down at her. Frisk was only nine years old, and didn't like to talk much. No one knew why. She just didn't. Even if she did talk, her voice would be small and quiet, and she would only speak as much as she needed to.