A Different Kind of LOVE

Chapter 1

Sans walked along the beaten path, eyes locked on the ground. He had been crying before he left the house, but made sure that he looked as cold as stone before he left. It was the middle of the night; most monsters would be in their homes by now anyways. But there were usually always somebody lurking around, hoping some weak monster would be caught out past night fall. Sans had his signature black, bulky jacket on...no one would mess with him once they recognized his jacket. Unless they wanted to face the wrath of his brother. Sans huffed at the thought of his brother "protecting" him, like he always claimed to do. Papyrus hadn't done shit for Sans that Sans couldn't have done himself. It wasn't Sans' fault that everyone were jerks and didn't know how to mind their own damn business.

Another thing his "Boss" loved to do was prove his dominance over him by forcing him to wear that ridiculous spiked collar and give him beatings whenever he didn't behave. Sans would leave the house every day with some broken bone, or bruises covering his face. Knowing how Sans was treated, some of the residents of Snowdin actually took pity on him, making sure that no one was watching or that his brother was distracted while he actually got some sleep in at his station. Grillby even visited him there sometimes, bringing him mustard and a little bit of food when Papyrus wasn't around. Sans would have loved to actually go to Grillby's bar, but was strictly forbidden to when Papyrus found out he liked to drink. Said it would tarnish his image if Sans was drunk all the time. Grillby, feeling a slight tinge of guilt for letting Papyrus do what he wanted with Sans, cared for the smaller skeleton when he could, healing wounds and, as mentioned before, bringing food. Sans was always insistent that he would pay Grillby back one day, but in his head Grillby promised himself that he would never accept any form of payment from this poor creature.

Huffing in the cool midnight air, Sans continued on his path into the dark, uninhabited parts of Snowdin Forest, his mind on one thought. The years of torment and pain had finally caught up with him, and he could feel his soul physically shatter inside of him as he walked. It wouldn't be long now, but Sans didn't want Papyrus to see him die. He didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of being the one to end his life. So Sans walked until he was sure no one would ever find his remains, and slumped down at the base of a tree. Closing his eyes, Sans sat still, not attempting to keep himself warm, only wishing that his death be quicker than not. He, after a few minutes of silence, had even almost fallen asleep where he lay, letting his soul continue to crack. When he heard a tiny cry. His eyes popping open, he sat up. Had he not went deep enough? Scanning the forest around him, Sans paused in shock when he saw the cause of the puny scream. What seemed to be a miniature him was glaring at him, holding what appeared to be a miniature version of his Boss. Neither one of them were much bigger than a bottle of mustard, although the one that looked like his brother was significantly taller and thinner.

"What're you lookin' at, bonehead!" the smaller one yelled, his voice distinct with fear, although he was trying to be brave. Sans chuckled at the pun, looking down at the little guy with pity.

"Tibia honest, I'm not entirely sure, baby bones." Sans said with a smirk. If he was a little more aware he would have noticed that he didn't stutter. Must have been the fact that he was so close to death. The little Sans looked at with him shock, then closed his eyes and chuckled.

"Normally I wouldn't, but I can't not trust a fellow pun lover." the little guy said firmly. Sans chuckled, then finally really looked at the taller skeleton that little Sans was holding. He looked like he had been unconscious for a while, and had a large crack on the back of his head. Concerned, Sans sat up on his knees and scooted forward, the little Sans growling a bit, but remembering how broken the large Sans looked at the moment.

"I may trust you about me, but not with him. Names Red. He's Fell." Red whispered, hugging his brother tightly to himself. Sans sighed, then put his hand as close as he dared.

"I can get him healed. He won't last much longer unless I do." Red thought about that for a moment, looking into Sans' eyes before cringing and placing his brother in Sans' outstretched hand. Sans grinned before bringing the little skeleton up close to him. Looking at him, Sans knew what needed to be done, but he didn't have the magic reserves to do it. While it would be a major pain in the ass, Sans needed to take him to Alphys.

"I'm going to take him somewhere to get help. She owes me a few favors anyways." Sans muttered, struggling to stand. The teleport would probably kill him, but he wouldn't be able to walk the whole way. Red thought about that for another moment before teleporting onto Sans' shoulder. Slightly amused but not surprised, Sans chuckled again and told the small skeleton to hold on tight. When asked why, Sans laughed quietly.

"We're takin' a short cut, kid."