My Brothers, The Skeletons (BEING REWRITTEN)

Recollection of Memories

Everything was dark.

It was kinda like closing your eyes, you can hear and feel everything. But Sans could see nothing at all.

He tried to remember what he did last, but it was like static.

All he could remember was a little baby with a skeleton hand. A tall skeleton who likes cooking. And a tall goat lady who was good at telling bad jokes. They were all kind to him, and whenever they were around he felt like he belonged.

Sans felt they were all important to him, in some way. Not like he remembered why.

He started to walk forward into the shadows and saw a light.

Beside it was a small bottle. It was one designed for babies.

Voices in his head started to echo what seemed like lost memories:

"Looks like you have a new family, Frisk."

"I would never let anything happen to my baby bones. So don't even worry."

Sans started feeling even more confused.

Who was Frisk? And who were they to him?

The bottle faded away but the light stayed in front of him.

He put his hand out to touch it, feeling the warmth and light it brought around him.

The voices echoed again:

"Hey pap. I want you to meet someone, she's very special to me and I just don't want you to freak out."

He jerked his hand away, scared of what that meant.

Was the voice talking about Frisk?

Hesitantly, he placed his hand back, curious to find out more.

"Sleep tight, baby bones."

"You can see why I said she very special to me right?"

"Then you understand when I tell you. You can't tell undyne. Or anyone else for that matter until I know it's safe."

Was he protecting a infant that he knew or something?

The smell of spaghetti wrapped around his nose.

Even though it smelled burnt, to Sans it felt somewhat comforting.

"But papyrus, she's not suppose to eat food yet."

"Go on with out me Paps. I got to go wake up frisk. So I guess that means...."

"I'll ketchup with you later."

Sans started to burst out laughing at that last one. It was really bad but so funny to Sans.

After that more memories came flooding back to him.

He laughed, He cried, and he smiled.

Whoever the voice was, sure had a hectic life, but seemed to make up for it in family and friends.

But still Sans wondered who those memories belonged too. They couldn't surely be his own because he didn't remember anything except waking up here.

It couldn't be him. He was just a skeleton surrounded by darkness, he didn't have anyone. He didn't have friends, thoughts, or feelings, like the voice.

"I'm just nothing. Everything is my fault. I got myself into this mess."He said.

A tall skeleton with a long red scarf walked up to him, while holding a small child.

"SANS! WAKE UP! WE NEED YOU." they screamed.

They were the same people from the memories. Which meant...