Feeling Protected

~Death of the Sanses~

•Underswap Sans•
"Pathetic." He whispered as he places the heel on his knee-high boot on my skull.
I let out weak yelp but am too exhausted to care. The heel begins to crack my skull when pressure is applied to it.
But I don't move or flinch.
If you asked me where I thought I'd be today, yesterday I would reply with training.
Never would the thought of laying in the snow slowly dying cross  my mind.
I was done.
No more determination was left in me.
I didn't care.
"Boss?!" I heard a rough voice scream in shock before the heel smashed my skull  and I blacked out.

(That was a small chapter...)
(Looks like I'm going to have to write UF's POV on here too!)

•Underfell Sans•
The life gradually faded from the 'other me's eyesockets while my brother scrunched his face up in disgust.
I was dead man.
Looks like I joining my 'copy' today, how lovely.
No other monsters were on the streets.
They were all hidden in their homes, peering through curtains and blinds.
"Boss, Listen." I whispered and raised my hands in self-defense.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GAURD HIM!" Papyrus roared while yanking the heel of out of the 'unknown skeleton's' skull.
"I-I did. Cut me S-some slack. I-I actually tried f-for once."
Every step he took forwards, I took backwards.
I was a dead dead dead man.
I kept stuttering out excuses, hoping one would save my life.
That was when I felt myself tumble backwards into the snow.
Instead of standing back up though, I scooted backwards but it wasn't nearly as swift.
Papyrus reached for my hood and began dragging me home.
"L-Listen B-Boss-"
"I am no longer listening to any more of your EXCUSES, Sans. You failed me! I have you one effin' job and you still manages to fail me!" 
I gulped and prayed to God I would be able to live through this.
But we all knew I probably wouldn't.