Brothers, A prequel to Brother

Before I Begin...

I wish I knew more about my past. My one fault is that I can never seem to remember much from the past.

I know, The Great Papyrus, has a fault?

And, yes, young traveler, I do.

I remember high school. I remember being half everyone's age and having severe social anxiety. I remember lying to Sans whenever he asked about school. He'd ask in his deep, original voice, and I'd answer in my squeaky, juvenile voice. I also remember the days when I couldn't hide it. Sans would nag me until I told him the reason for the cracks in my voice and the tear tracks down my white cheekbones.

But the thing I remember the most was the bullies. The unnamed bullies that loved to point out my size, my lack of parents, and sometimes would attack the small things I had left to hold onto. 'Captain of the Royal Guard? Try a locked-up scientist, or don't get a job, geek.' Ever since I was young, I've wanted to be in the Royal Guard. Maybe not captain, but definitely there. To be accepted was my goal in life, and that's all they got.

Sans said he didn't care what I was, as long we didn't have to move anywhere. Typical Sans.

And as strange as it sounds, though I'm telling this story, this isn't mine. This story belongs to him.

Sans.