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...
•Underswap Sans's POV• "G'mornin Bro." Papyrus yawned as he stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. His pumpkin orange hoodie reeked of alcohol telling me he was at Muffet's last night, getting drunk. "Papyrus, please go and get yourself cleaned up." I said while crossing my arms across my chest. He reached for the small cigarette pack on top of the fridge and gave me a nod in response. I felt myself sigh as I gently shook my head in disappointment. "Papyrus!" He violently flinched than sighed when he saw me shoot him a glare from the opposite side of the room. "Fine." He rolled his pinpricks and began mumbling curse words while handing me the pack. "Go clean up, Pap." I said and he unsteadily wandered up the stairs. Once I heard the bathroom door close behind him, I tossed his cigarettes in the garbage can and returned my attention to our breakfast. I wished my brother kept his drug addiction under control. I love him deeply and he means no harm but it scares me. Drugs are bad for his soul which is starting to crack from the 'human'. Scooping meat into the taco shell, I sighed and gently shut my eyes for a few moments, trying to clear my head of such thoughts. I needed to focus on the positives. Reaching my hand into the already pre-shredded cheese, I showered the taco with the dairy product right when the sound of water from the second floor came to an immediate stop. "Pap! Breakfast is ready!" My voice echoed off the walls and in moments, there was the shuffle of feet. I placed the lettuce ontop and gently put the taco on a plate. "Papyrus!" I shouted and stomped my foot on the tiles of our kitchen. "Comin." I heard him reply from the top of the stairs. Rolling my pinpricks, I walked into the TV room and sat his meal on the old worn wooden table infront of our couch. "Come Eat!" I smiled at the taco, proud of my creation. "Looks Good." My brother muttered and gave me a thumbs up as he made it to the end of our staircase. "Thank You! I, The Great and Wonderful Sans, hopes you enjoy his spectacular cooking!" With that, I bowed and made my way to grab my breakfast with Pap softly laughing in the background.
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