The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

TICK. (A UNDERSWAP/ERRORTALE STORY)

((Inspired by PikoUtataneV3 , or her version of this story. I might contuine this small story, though. It's very interesting and has a lot of potential!))

The one night Alphys decides to sleep over at those skeletons' house is the one night that Sans jolts awake, screaming about sewing supplies.

"YARN!! HE'S GOT YARN- He has me! No...!"

Alphys snapped to attention, not really asleep anyway due to the lumpy, gangly couch. She fussed for a the familiar hilt of her war ax while hearing Papyrus slip and slide out of his bed toward the sudden outburst.

She finally unstrapped her weapon then hurried up the stairs, heaving the ax on her shoulder blade. Her eyes were narrowed, intimidating and determined.

She mimicked the taller skeleton's tactic- sliding into the room on a defensive stance. She scanned very nook and cranny of the room, but there was nothing unusual lurking except for Sans sobbing in his older brother's arms.

"Hey... everything's fine, Sans... Don't be scared! It's all good, see?"

Alphys felt the ax crumble in her hands. She allowed it to fall to the floor with a startling thump. Or, at least, Sans seemed to think so. He flinched, then began to choke.

"Dude... just tell me what's wrong!" Papyrus panicked, forcing Sans away from his embrace, his grip on his shoulders tightening.

Sans couldn't seem to stop. The small monster was out of control, kicking feebly and crying rivers of tears. Alphys noticed a blue flare sparking in his eyesocket.

Papyrus trembled in shock. "Hey, Sans... let's calm down, 'kay?"

Alphys planted a scarred, yellow claw on Papyrus' shoulders. He froze, then nodded to show he was listening.

"Papyrus, step away from him." Alphys commanded sharply. "He's afraid."

Papyrus shook her off. "What? And leave him like this?"

"I said, step away!"

Just what she was afraid of, bones sprouted from the floor and walls, tearing a black flag residing on the back wall into millions of shreds.

Papyrus stepped away, surprised, realizing his mistake. Fortunately, Sans seemed to be coming to. He's legs slowed their flailing. His magic flickered and died. His expression morphed from fear to confusion.

"Wha...what..." Sans huffed. His gaze wandered the room, drifting to the craters peppering his room and lingering there, as if they might provide answers.

Alphys sighed in relief. No one was hurt, but Sans was spooked something awful. She knelt in front of him.

"Trainee, calm down. What happened?" She inquired. Events like this happened all the time, and usually the Royal Guard was called to handle it.

Sans' relaxed, if only a little, and plunked his skull onto his cupped hands. His temples bled sweat.

"Alphys, sir... m-ma'am." He corrected weakly.

A orange sleeve coiled around him. "Dude, you acted really crazy." Papyrus informed. "Bat-shoot crazy."

"I... I don't know." Sans floundered in exasperation.

Alphys pitched a look full of steel daggers. "Not important. Sans, don't listen to your brother. What happened, trainee?" She massaged her friend's knee for good measure.

He only seemed to wither under her question. He swallowed, then swept some sweat- or tears- off his cheek. "You don't remember...?"

Papyrus interjected this time. "Maybe you could remind us." He suggested lightly.

"Bro... You should... I-I was taken away..."

"Taken by who?" Alphys pushed, meeting Sans dead-on. He balked, wrestling himself away from them. His breathing was wild now, his pupils darting.

Alphys silently cursed herself. She was being too forward.

"Hey, bro... chill, your safe now." Papyrus soothed. 

"You would remember. You would. You wouldn't have forgotten something like this." His voice was suspicious, suspended over a ocean of fear.

Alphys spread her arms. "Tell us what your dream was about, Sans."

The tiny victim halted. "A DREAM?! I WAS TAKEN BY ERROR!!" He bellowed, sinking to the floor.

"No, no, no; bro, something like that would never happen." Papyrus laughed without humor. "No one would let you get taken away."

Abruptly, Sans seemed to take this to heart. He stopped trembling. His frown became thoughtful.

"You... don't... know who Error is, do you?" Sans choose his words tentatively, like Papyrus was a child rather than his older brother.

Alphys dared a step toward him. "Nope, trainee. I never heard of anyone called Error." She kept her voice firm.

"Never heard.." He repeated, clearly in a daze.

Papyrus followed her example, withholding the worry from his next statement. "Let's get back to sleep, in my bed." He helped Sans up, assuring him all the way, and led him to his room.

Alphys kept her distance. At times like this, sometimes only the family can get through.

Suddenly, the situation cannon-balled into her, and she had to sit down.

What's wrong with Sans...? A bitter tang blossomed in her mouth. I can't believe...

She already whipped out her phone, typing furiously. She glanced at the sentence once more, paused, then clicked send.

Tick.

Sans, you need a vacation. No more lessons for the rest of the week, okay?