Short Stories

UNDERTALE 7- You really don't understand

Sans merrily walked back to his house, a grin larger than one he usually had upon his face. He walked quickly with his hands firmly placed inside of his jacket, his smile somehow growing larger and larger with every step. Soon, he made it to the front door of the cozy cabin and opened it happily.

Scarlita was sitting on the couch, the same spot she had been when Sans had left. Papyrus was sitting next to her, his left arm around her as they laughed about something. "So yeah! Grillby was definitely something else as a kid!" Scarlita finished with a final giggle.

Sans stood there for a moment. "Heya, Scarlita. W—What are you guys doing?"

"Oh, I was just telling your brother a bit about my childhood. The fun I used to have with Grillby and what not." She saw the slight bit of worry on Sans's face. "But nothing more than that, honey." She smiled warmly, winking at Sans with her right eye.

She stood up, stretching a little and putting her hands in the pockets of her red sweater. God, Sans thought. How could she possibly get any prettier? Scarlita started to look a bit confused and waved her hand in front of Sans, who had a distant and smug look on his face as he smiled in some sort of dream like state. "Huh? What?" He said, snapping back into reality.

"Oh, nothing. You just seemed to be lost for a moment." She teetered back and forth on her feet for a while, her eyes looking around the room quickly. "So umm...you've never really shown me around your house yet..." She was trying to find a way for her and Sans to be alone so they could talk and better get to know each other. "How about you do that?"

"Uhhh o—okay!" He said, looking over at Papyrus who was holding two thumbs up at his older brother. Scarlita's back was to Papyrus so she couldn't see. Sans returned a smile to him and gestured for Scarlita to follow him.

He started to walk up the stairs to the second floor, but he stopped to look to point over at the first floor. "Well, you've seen this already. Just a normal living room, nothing much to it." He walked up all the way to the second floor, gesturing to things as he went. "A painting, some carpet..." He opened a door directly in front of the stairway. "This is Pap's room."

There was a race car bed, a computer, a box of bones, and other things that resembled a child's bedroom. Sans shut the door softly behind him and walked further into the room with Scarlita. He loved to see her smile.

"You're sure he won't mind us being in here?"

He shrugged. "Nah, he's a big sweet heart. He wouldn't do anything about it."

"You two must be very close."

He nodded. "He's my brother. Of course I love him."

Scarlita sighed. "I never had a sibling, but my family was very important to me too."

"Was?" He asked questionably.

"Still is but..." Her stare became hard. "My parents died when I was eight years old."

He could almost feel Scarlita's pain, and it took a moment for him to register her statement. "I'm...really sorry..." They stood in an awkward silence.

"No need to be, honey." She slapped a fake grin upon her beautiful face. "You didn't do anything."

Sans didn't know how to respond, and, realizing this, Scarlita decided to speak. "I lived above ground, with the humans as all monsters used to. But before the war, my mother...she...touched the flower...she wasn't supposed to and..." Her hands balled into fists and her skin started to warm up. She sighed and closed her eyes to calm down. "I'm sorry Sans..."

He smiled sympathetically. "It's alright..."

There was the silence again.

"So," Scarlita tried to perk up. "It was hard for me, but there wasn't really anything I could do about it. It's not like someone can just reverse time..." She stifled a cold laugh.