Lightning Song and Sans: The Story of the Past

A Night Out

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When Sans got home after meeting that small pony, he was scolded by Papyrus, as he expected. Papyrus cooked all the meals in Toriel's home; most of the time he cooked spaghetti. Back in the underground, Papyrus wasn't the best of cooks. But after Sans had paid for some actual cooking lessons, he had improved greatly. Now, at least, his food was actually edible. But Papyrus did take pride into what he did. And being late was offensive to him. Or, it was only when Sans was late. Everyone else was excused.

Sans had a famous reputation for being late and slacking off. If he was being honest, he deserved Papyrus scolding at him. He's been trying to improve on it, but he always seemed to fall back into his old ways.

"This is the third time this week, Sans!" Papyrus shouted, glaring at him with his hands clenched into fists. "And it's only Monday!" He groaned and walked away from his brother, ignoring the looks Frisk and Toriel were giving him. Didn't they understand? Sans was always so lazy! He was late to nearly everything!

Sans just shrugged and followed his brother into the kitchen. He settled into the seat that he usually sat. "Aren't Undyne and Alphys coming over tonight?" he asked, trying to ease the tension between him and Papyrus.

Papyrus didn't answer immediately, just continued to tend to his spaghetti. Finally, he spoke up and answered his brother. "Yes, I informed you of that this morning." He suddenly turned around, crossing his arms and yet again glaring at Sans. "Where even were you to be this late?"

Sans hesitated. He couldn't tell his brother he just happened to stumble upon a magical pony from another dimension! "I, uh-" Sans coughed, avoiding his brother's eyes. "I was at Grillby's."

Papyrus stared Sans down. He wasn't buying it. God, did Sans hate lying. But most of the time, he didn't have a choice. This was one of those times. "You're never usually late when you go to Grillby's, Sans. He's always the one reminding you to go home." Papyrus pointed out, trying to read his brother like a book.

"I got a little carried away. It won't happen again, I promise." Sans froze at the words. That was the second time today he had said something he didn't mean to say. The second time he had made a promise. And Sans didn't think he could keep either one of those promises.

Papyrus sighed and turned away, adjusting the heat of the spaghetti on the stove. "Whatever you say, Sans." Papyrus didn't believe him. Papyrus didn't believe him because he knew what happened when Sans made promises. Because Papyrus knew that most of the time, Sans couldn't keep his promises.

Suddenly, Flowey's voice from the living room broke the tension between the two. "Can someone explain to me why human television is so dumb?" he asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and looking at Frisk behind him. "You like this stuff, Frisk? Do you like it? Because it's garbage." Flowey turned back to the TV and huffed in annoyance.

"Not like monster television is any better," Sans called back, propping his skull on his hand.

Papyrus turned back to his brother, looking quite offended. "But the only television monsters have is Mettaton's show."

"My point exactly." Sans winked and moved out of his chair, knowing he would be scolded by Papyrus for criticizing his favorite show. He started for the living room, where he found Toriel reading a book and Frisk watching TV with Flowey. Finally, he could relax with his family for a while. The meeting with that pony- with Lightning Song- had really stressed him out. It wasn't that she in general stressed him out, he didn't even know her that well. It was the promise he made. And it was debating whether or not he should go back.