Soul of a Broken [Rewriting]

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"Yo, look at that." The teenager on the right "whispered" to the left while walking past his stand.

"Does it really think anyone wants to a buy a hot dog from an outdated corpse?" The left one commented, wanting their voice to be heard by the skeleton.

"I don't know why they won't just go back Underground where they belong." They shared a snicker and a glance at the monster.

He was used to it all; saddening, but that was the reality of it. If he had a nickle for every compliment he'd ever received, he'd be right where he was now-- working 3 jobs to support his younger brother. But oh, how his brother brightened up his day, even when nagging at him about being lazy. The slight grin the taller skeleton tried to hide when the shorter told his puns. How he glowed with confidence when reassured about his greatness.

The same reason he doesn't break his collected facade when dealing with racism and monster-phobia when truly he wishes to show them what this 'outdated corpse' could do.

The teenagers strolled by, obviously thinking they had gotten to the him. Maybe a month ago, but nowadays? It was a wasted effort. Sans checked his phone for the time, seeing that it was time for him to go home, this being the last job of the day. He walked out from the back of the stand and looked up at the darkening sunset. He could never get used to the beautiful colors it made, how it changed every evening. He'd deal with resets over and over again if it meant being back on the surface.

Like hell he would.

The skeleton teleported to the front door before unlocking it and walking in. His sibling always fussed about how Sans would just teleport behind him, and would 'scare the dickens out of him'. The short skeleton chuckled at the word. Heh. Dickens. He felt like he could be himself when he was home. No judging. No hate. No teenagers coming by and egging his stand. Just bad puns and glitter spaghetti; yeah, that was up his alley.

He heard movement from the hallway by the bedrooms which was no other than his beloved brother.

"hey, pap. 'm home." Sans thought he heard a sharp intake of air from down the hallway, but how could he? Only him and his brother lived there. He waved it out of his mind, directing his full attention to his brother.

The taller skeleton rounded the corner and lit up at the sight of Sans, scooping him up in a hug (which he honestly needed but would never admit). "Welcome home, brother! How was your day?"

"pretty good. sold some hotdogs, tutored some kids. the same old, same old." he lied. Truthfully, he hadn't sold a single hotdog in about a week, and it was hard to find human guardians willing to let a monster tutor their children. His income was mainly from working as a security officer at a monster friendly university. Once they promoted him as promised, he could drop the stand and tutoring business. He never cared for them anyways.

"Good to hear! Oh, I also have some good news as well." The younger skeleton was practically beaming; whatever got his brother this happy could mean either that calculator dropped by or worse.

"oh? and what would that be?" The skeleton tried to keep on a genuine smile, but was failing as he thought of the worst: 'Me and Mettaton are getting married!'

"We have a new housemate! Also, I made that word up."

"oh thank asgore, i thought you were- wait what. who?"

"I'll go get her!," The skeleton turned around to go back into the hallway before turning back around. "Don't even think about contaminating her with your terrible puns." Sans watch how the younger's face was now firm and serious before turning away as if nothing happened. The first time Papyrus had done that, he couldn't get his bones to stop rattling. Papyrus could be truly terrifying if he tried hard enough.