Underfell is a place where 'Killed or be Killed' is followed like a religion.
Underswap is place where monsters are able to live together in peace.
Who knew two skeletons from these two different worlds could fall in love?
Filled with love, Loss, an...
•Underfell Sans's POV• "I mean it Sans! Get to your station in two or I'll dust you tonight!" Papyrus screamed from the kitchen as I swung open the door. The bitter cold breeze of Snowdin already began to numb my hands and cheekbones even before I took a step out of the house. I adjusted my hood over my skull one last time before giving a short farewell to my brother and slamming the door behind me without another word. As I stepped onto the front porch, I ducked my head and traveled through the streets of the small town. Happily giving glares to anyone who dared to even give me more than a glance. It was my way off telling them to 'screw off' without a fight. I love to get into battles, don't get me wrong, just not when I am running on an hour of sleep. I would for surely be dusted right now by a weak monster with the attention span of a baby bones. As I reached my station, I silently took a seat on the uncomfortable wooden stool Papyrus gave me. It was in hopes that I wouldn't slack off as much but Heck, he could give me a stool with spikes and I would still fall into a deep sleep at my station. The only thing this cruddy stool does is give me butt aches. I shoved my hand into the pocket of my jacket and yanked out a small mustard packet. Papyrus also banned mustard from my station even though I sell hamburgers. He says it is unhealthy and will lower my HP. Heck, like my HP could get any lower! I am already at one which means one blow could kill me. Of course, I could survive a little longer than most monsters can after their HP bar is empty but only a couple of seconds. I know from experience. I tore the side top off the small packet and tilted my head back with a wide open mouth. Using my thumb and pointer finger, I squeezed the mustard onto my tongue and happily swallowed it. I sat back and sighed with satisfaction as I threw the empty packet into the thick layer of snow that covered Snowdin. My eyelids felt heavy. My hours of wasted sleep was catching up to me. A loud yawn slipped past my teeth as I placed my head on the counter of my station, Using my arms for a pillow. "G'night." I whispered and felt sleep gradually drown me.
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