Underfell: What Does It Mean To Be Happy?

Another Day

I pick myself off the floor whilst dusting off the flakes of waste I accumulated from the floor. I really need to clean. But first, I have to hurry to work. He'll really rattle my bones if I don't get there now. The painful cracks in my head will have to wait. I rush to the front door and yank it open. I make sure to lock it as I sprint into the snow and into the woods

I always wondered why the sky was a deep, blood red with clouds as black as an endless abyss. I still don't know the answer. I always wonder that while going through the woods as I am right now. I also notice how there are many trees, but not a single one with leaves or needles. Each one resting with black and ugly brown bark and branches so twisted and mangled that they look like demons waiting to grab you. Some even have faces. Faces of sorrow that beg for help and others of fright that fear for your life if you come near. I've always hated the woods. They bring nothing, but nightmares and bad memories. I don't notice my arrival at my post since the inauguration of my thoughts.

Crap. Now I gotta sit at this hell shack for the rest of my day. I plop down in the rickety wooden chair and rest my zygomatic on my phalanges and metacarpals. Too nerdy for ya? I meant I rested my cheek bone on my hand (fingers mainly). Hours go by and no one has come pass. Not a single soul. Welp, less work for me. My shift will end in another hour and I doubt anyone, monster or human, will come. I decide to think about last night's dream. I've always had vivid bad dreams, but that was different. I couldn't tell if it was real or not. Like it was really happening or will happen. Could it? I'm snapped up of my thoughts by the sound of snow being crushed under feet

"What do-" I'm cut off by a gloved metal hand. Just what I needed; a visit from my brother's pompous underling. I can't complain though, he's still a good friend. Ally. Whatever they call them down here. No one is on anyone's side unless it's for their own benefit or they're afraid. And boy do monsters fear my brother. "Where's that prick you call a brother?" Mettaton, the failed tv actor stands questioning before me. With his 4 red eyes, two metal arms with gloves on his clawed hands, and tall stature, he could've been a real star. If only the monsters didn't take joy in seeing him suffer. If only

"How should I know? He's always off somewhere," I finish. He crossed his arms and huffed. "That ass-" he begins, but is cut off by the one and only clearing his throat behind him. "That ass, what?" Papyrus asks evilly with his hands on his hips and a humorless grin. "You two aren't talking about me behind my back, are you?" I sink into my chair and curse the ones who trapped us here. "Wha-what? No, of course not! We-I was," Mettaton nervously stutters, his hands going into a defensive position. "Good. As for you, Sans," I look up at the same time he conks me on the head with his gloved fist. Damn it. "What was that for?! I didn't do anything!" "That's exactly why I did it. You didn't do anything! Not a damn thing when he insulted your brother!" I can feel my eye socket glowing with unbridled rage. " So? He's right!" I shouldn't have said that. "What?!" My socket ceases to glow and the anger subsides. I panic as he glares daggers at me while Mettaton cowers behind him. "I-I mean I-I didn't hear him, Boss," I say sheepishly as my sneakers suddenly become the center of my attention

He starts to yell at me when Undyne rushes to his side in a hurry. "Captain! There's an intruder in Hotland!" Papyrus glares at me one last time before rushing there with Undyne. However, before disappearing into the woods, he mouthes the one, frightening word. "Tonight". I'm screwed. I turn to look at Mettaton, but he's already gone to help Papyrus. I still have another hour before my shift is over. Another hour before I have to get home and clean. Another hour before I finish cleaning and Papyrus gets home. Another hour. Screw it. I'm already in trouble, might as well do what I want now. I decide to wander into the woods in solitude until I have to return.

Another hour