HoneyMustard: Sugar Skulls

Chapter 1

A/N

Helloooooo beautiess!~
I am back with a wONDERFUl new book! Well... If you like HoneyMustard, or any Fontcest..

Just remember that his book contains FONTCEST! Papyrus x Sans!! So please do not read on if you don't appreciate the ship! Thank you!
Enjoy!

Honey's P.O.V.

*CRACK, CRUNCH*

Ugh.. What is that? My skull is throbbing. The smell of blood is overwhelming. My tongue tastes iron, and dirt.. I can't see anything, but I try my best to feel around. I move my arm, and searing pain shoots through it.. All I remember was trying to cry out in pain, but nothing coming out. I couldn't speak. Where am I? Everything is so cold.. Where's Sans? Why can't I move? All these questions were flooding my skull. It felt like I was drowning. My ribs were being pushed down on.. *CRACK*
I attempt to scream again, but silence still echoes in the dimness. Something is broken.. Is it my rib? I can't tell.. Everything hurts too much.. I feel something flip me onto my back, and touch my chest. Something traces it fingers over my ribs. I feel it, but I still can't move.. a moment later I feel a cooling jolt of magic through my body.. Someone's healing me.. At first, I would've guessed it was Blue.. But this feeling. This magic. It made me feel different. Made my soul race more. I felt my soul beating in my head, but that didn't matter. All I focused on was how it this magic felt. Who was this? I felt the magic stop, and immediately missed it interlacing my soul. Warm hands grabs me up, and held me. All I felt before I passed out was the fluff on the monsters clothing..

Red's P.O.V.
I walked through the Snowdin Forest, and stepped on branches as I went. I looked up, and saw a dog viciously jawing on a bone.. (Which isn't uncommon in Fell..) The dog ripped it out of the snow, and with it came blood. My eyes widened, and I ran over scaring the dog away. I got down on my knees, and brushed off snow.. It was.. Boss?
No.. This couldn't be Boss.. But he sure did look like him from what he saw.. Except. This guy wore an orange hoodie.. And looked way more peaceful than Boss ever was. He.. Must be from another timeline. I pushed him on his back and noticed that the dog had tore out one of his ribs.. Damn dog.. I looked around to make sure nobody was there.. In Fell.. If you were caught helping anyone in ANYWAY.. You be kinda classified as a weakling.. Or a runt. So you were immediately killed. Just like that. With the snap of a finger, you were slaughtered on the spot. If Boss found out, he'd probably WANT to be the one to kill me. I looked down at this guy. Normally, if I saw someone on the side of the street dead, it'd be normal to me. I wouldn't even bat an eye. But I stared at this guy.. And I couldn't walk away. I just.. Had to help. Ugh.. I hate, and thank myself for it, even now. But back then I was clueless to why I wanted to help out this guy that I normally would give to flying fucks about. I traced my hand across his rib, and touched where he was bleeding. I closed my eyes tightly, and I concentrated. It's been so long since I healed.. I thought I lost my ability to heal after my whole skull crack incident.. A bad memory flashed through my head. I will never cry again.. I shook off the thought, and started healing it.. It would grow back, put for now I would have to heal, and close the wound. I opened up my eyes, and it had stopped bleeding. Thank god.. I stopping using my ability, and suddenly a longing look was on his face. I looked at him, and picked him upthrowing him on my back. His head laid on my shoulder, and I held his femurs close to my hips to hold him up. I looked at his face.. The longing look on his face faded away, and cuddled into the fake minx fur on my jacket. My soul fluttered, and it pumped faster, and faster. My faced heat up to a crimson red. I growled and sighed. Why am I feeling all weird?! Ugh.. This is gonna be a long day..

~9:00 p.m.~

Honey's P.O.V.

I open my eyes, and they were quickly focused on the ceiling of a dim room. I sat up, looking at my arms, and opening my hands.. I can move.. I familiarized myself with my surroundings. I seemed to be in a small, damp room. No carpet.. Clothes and Garbage liter the cold floors. Dull red walls.. And they all looked grossly old. My lungs were filled with that same smell of rusty iron.. Like.. Blood. I look that I'm sitting on a bed covered in chewed on blanket, an old, ripped up pillow, and.. Mustard bottles? Huh. "Where am I?" I questioned, looking around. "Your in my fuckin room, that's where your at." I heard a voice scowl. I looked the way I heard the voice, and I saw Sans.. No.. Not Sans. A counterpart? Am I in another timeline?! What timeline is this..

"Who are you?"
The other Sans chuckled. "I'm your brother of course. Don't you recognize me, Papyrus?" He snarled with a snicker. I watched closely at this Sans. He smiled, and I observed him. Red eyes.. One yellow tooth, black jacket, and a crack in the top of his skull. He seemed.. Broken. Like.. Something happened to him that made him change. This wasn't the Sans I knew.. But I do know, that the Sans this one is now? It's not the real him. Something happened to him.. That made him hide his real self. He was just so scared to show it.. That sometimes, it's heartbreaking.. To know that.. Your losing yourself. Sometimes.. It's crazy to think that you've pretended to be someone else for so long.. Even you start forgetting who your were.

"You're not my brother.. But.. You deserve to be treated as such." The other Sans scoffed, and I flinched back, "HILARIOUS! In your timeline, You are just a big softie? HA! My brother is the top of the royal guard, that doesn't stop for anyone. He doesn't treat me like a brother, he treats me like trash! So it should fucking stay that way.." I just stared at him. I opened my mouth to say something but I was cut off by him speaking again. "So.. Go back to whatever fucking fluffy, HAPPY world you came from, and leave.. I healed you, your awake, I'm done." He growled, and looked away. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and he stared down at the concrete floor.. His face a pure scarlet. His teeth were clenched. Was he embarrassed? Huh.. Why? "I don't know how to get back." I whispered looking intently at him.
"Well figure it out.. It's not my problem. Get out of here.." He said still obviously avoiding eye contact. I looked at him.. I needed to find a way to stay. I needed to help him. He needed help. He just couldn't ask for it, he was scared. "Can't I just stay here for a few days? I need to find out how I got here and how to get back." I pleaded to him. All he did was grumble, and bark at me a scornful time, "If Boss finds you, I'll die. You can't stay here. I'm not risking my life for some low life that I saved out of the ONLY good in my cold, shriveled soul. I can't handle help anymore. It's too.. mushy. So scat, runt."
"Let me stay! Please.." I asked, quietly.
He froze and stared at me, licking his tooth, and rubbing the top of his skull where the crack was.. I wonder what happened there.. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke silently, "F-Fine.. But you get caught by Boss, you die. Not me.." I smiled.
This Sans might not be the Sans I know.. But he's one of them. If the Papyrus in this world wasn't gonna treat him right? I was going to. I was gonna love him, help him.

Help him realize who he is again.
I'll love him, just as much as I love my own brother. Learn who he really is.

"Thank you.." I whispered and smiled.