Mass Effect Tale COMPLETE

Chapter 4

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Papyrus found Sans in his room—cleaning. "This is exactly what I was talking about! Way to go Sans this will surly show Undyne you mean to improve!"

Sans yelped jumping into the air and spun around looking like he was ready to have a heart attack. "DON'T DO THAT!"

"Sorry—wow you are jumpy...don't worry Sans I will put a good word in for you with Undyne she wont kick you out."

"T—thanks Paps—look I wanted to apologize for all those years of being lazy—"

"You were very lazy—would you mind telling me why?"

Sans sighed dropping the sock on his bed which had been stripped of its sheets. "I don't know if you remember Dad being hard on you after you were born?"

"I remember him being a prickly Turian father but most are—are they not?"

"Well—look it doesn't matter, fact was the reason I was a goof was to take some heat off you—"

"Heat? Why was father upset with me?"

"Because of—look it doesn't matter." He tried to diffuse this bomb but he had a feeling it was already close to zero.

"Tell me Sans..." the jovial look that was constantly a part of Paps personality stopped as he crossed his arms looking at Sans with a stern expression—eerily like their fathers.

"Dad—blamed you with mom's death." He closed his eyes waiting for the storm to come.

"I—see—"

Sans looked up. "Pap?"

"No its alright—I understand now. So he blamed me?"

"I don't think he realized he was doing it but I acted out and took some of the lumps."

Papyrus's shoulders slumped. "I guess I am not surprised."

"I—I didn't do it to hurt you."

"Hurt me? No I don't see it like that...you were protecting me like an older brother should."

Sans smiled.

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Frisk sighed looking out of the window of her prison...well more like a mental prison—she was dirt poor couldn't afford the high cost of a ticket to leave. Her parents were long gone they had died in a Batarian raid on their ship while they were gone on a business trip. She had been gathered up by an orphanage and shipped around from colony to colony under the care of one foster parent to another one. Her care had been subpar—and it showed on her face, arms and her trust in others. She had never been truly adopted and when she reached fifteen she was kicked out.

So she lived on the streets living the dangerous life of port hopping. She had no source of income no way to buy food so she tended to hang around ports and sift through garbage and she could hop the ships trying to get somewhere else...she never knew where that else was—or when she would get there. But she picked her ship by who was the pilot and who was on board. A human ship a rarity around these parts was not going to happen but they would be the best option she might not get tossed out the airlock.

Pushing a strand of auburn hair from her face she watched a ship come into port—it looked Turian—that wouldn't be a good idea either...she got up and slid down the hill that served as a natural noise deadener from the sounds of ships engines. And snuck in closer for a peak. The ship was thin almost cigar shaped with thing long wings that hung from its sides. It looked like something she had seen from an old sci-fi vid. She had to admit it was interesting.