~~~Authors POV~~~
Shortly after Sans and (Y/N) left the shop, they began to walk towards the house once again, and all the while, a ill awkward silence lingered between them. Sans still had his hoodie on his head with his strings pulled tight. (Y/N) was now wearing a much warmer outfit which was:
grey sweatpants, a pair of black winter boots, and thin, darker shaded (F/C) hoodie underneath the sweater. The hood to the hoodie was out, so she could cover her head if needed to, and since it was the same colour as the sweater, it matched the outfit wonderfully!
The (H/C) haired girl glanced over to Sans, and felt her face heat up slightly. However, she still felt bad for him. He made a simple mistake, and is probably torturing himself over it. (Wow Reader-kun you really know how to read him like a bone. Wai-)
"You know that you don't have to wear your hood anymore, right? I have already said that I forgive you." Her (E/C) eyes sparkled, as she tightened the bag with the cinnamon buns in.
Sans didn't respond. "Come on, it wasn't that bad... It could have been worse..." She trailed off. (Wait! So you liked I-)
The stout skeleton suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked down. (Y/N) stop is next to him and try to get is a attention, do you know avail. After a minute, She let out a sigh and looked forward. "Great, I think I broke him..."
(He ain't a To-)
Sydney, the sound of someone running in the snow caught her attention. She looked forward and saw monsters moving into a building and clearing a path. Maybe a carnival she thought. She then looked down the path and sad that the one creating the crunching sound was a bear monster in an orange jacket. The same one she saw loitering outside of Grillbys that would always talk about politics. He was running through the town, and he would eventually stop and look around. It seems like he was looking for someone. He's had moved from side to side, until it it landed on both you and Sans. (Great! What did you d-)
His head snapped up, and then his speed increased to meet you two. (Oh shit! What did you d-)
"There you are!" He said, talking? To Sans.
He was still unresponsive. (Y/N) pushed him enough making him unbalanced for a second.
"He's talking to you." She said.
After regaining balance, Sans loosened the strings enough to where one eye socket was visible. As soon as it landed on the bear monster, his colour faded as he removes the hood. "What's up? " He asked the bear. (The sk-)
The best face turned pale.
"I was walking back from waterfall... And found this...? "
He said, handing Sans an orange cloth.
Both (Y/N) and Sans looked down at it confused. What was it supposed to be?
After a second, Sans eye socket widened and if he had skin, it would have drained colour. (He is a skelet-)
He stretched out in his arms, how many did, he is our light grey dust powdered down onto this now. His heart is shattered at the sight of the dust, and tears started to rim in his eyesocket. This wasn't just a class... This was Papyruses scarf... And dust...
"I'm terribly sorry for being the one to deliver this message. " The beat sadly said.
(Y/N) felt her chest ache, and her eyes started to water. She looked over to the skeleton near her. "S-Sans... Are you ok-" she began to ask, but in a blink of an eye, the world was dark, and he was gone.
(HAHAHA GET CUT OFF! THATS ALL YOU BEEN DOING TO ME, READER)
~~Somewhere else~~
Sans Teleporter isolated location somewhere in the middle of Snowdon forest. Trees surrounded him everywhere, meaning that he was completely alone. Well maybe other than the snow; upon arrival, he let his tears fall down his skull.
"Papyrus... No... H-how did this happen?!?" He cried. Like a baby.
He looked down to the scarf and looked over it once more. There was no doubt about it... This was his scarf. Sans remembers so when he sewed it together for his brothers costume. Before all this shit began. He brought it close and closed his eyes, savouring the memories.
When he opened his eyes, he looked down, and saw something on the scarf. He straightened it out, and saw it was indeed ripped badly.
No... Cut...
He traced the tear what is Barney from, and as you did, he saw that the fabric was up. Intentionally. Realisation of this. Since he was smart. He gritted his teeth as he felt anger radiate in his bones. Someone murdered his brother. This was not accident. Someone kill Papyrus!
"Who could have done this???!" He growled, bringing the scarf close. Memories of his brother surfaced in his mind. He was far too young and pure to have been taken this way.
"I swear, papyrus, I will find out who done this, and I will. Make sure. To make. Them pay. " He said that I would, looking up with one glowing blue eye.
A/n: Thanks for reading and support. Even though you kept cutting me off. That last line of Sans I wanted to say "to pay... £9.99" but that would've ruined the moment. Any ways, exams are coming up so I will slow down production! Sorry.
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