Fate comes in all shapes and sizes and...ages?

The Answer

     

* Crunch, crunch crunch*

Sans walked through the tree line, slowly relishing the sound of the snow sinking beneath his weight as he walks. Trying to make his trip back to his post longer so he wouldn't have to face his brother again soon, he never got to enjoy things much anymore when his brother took charge over Sans. 

He winces as he thinks about how his brother would react if he found out why Sans wasn't at his post earlier. He didn't know which would be worse, getting laughed at or being beaten up some more for slacking off on his so called job." Be on the look out for humans!" His brother always screeched at Sans.

 Yeah well there haven't been any humans at all! For years! Why should he be on the watch for em if they aren't even around any more? 

The questioning of this made Sans ignore the fact he wasn't alone anymore, he continued onward in his slow walk back to his station whilst a tiny shadowed figure shakily placed their small hands and feet where his foot prints are, following him step by step. Soon however he came to a stop pulling out a cigarette placing it in his mouth and getting out a lighter.

This sudden stop caused the figure's head to bump into his leg, making them both jump. Sans lets out an unholy scream and the small figure rolls backwards a tree  however stops them from rolling any further as they lay on their back, legs in the air against the tree and they giggle.  

Sans on the other hand took refuge behind a pile of snow, shaking in surprise before hearing the giggles. He growls, standing up in a huff and shouts

" I hear you laughing you little punk! When I get out there ya better be high tailing it buddy! You hear me?!" 

His response was met by more giggles, that was the last straw as he leaps over the snow pile and in front of the little, the heck?

A baby, a freaking Human baby. 

Sans did a double take and slowly raised his hands as if afraid or disgusted to even touch it, backing away from it as it giggled louder. Drool escapes its bottom lip while it crawls after Sans, Sans eye sockets widen before he turns around and walks briskly away from it. 

" Nope, nope nope nope" Sans says with each step. 

He slowly looks over his shoulder and sees they aren't there.

" Huh, good riddance." He sighs relieved. 

His moment is out lived as he feels his leg is suddenly heavier to pick up. Looking down he sees a happy squishy chubby cheeked face looking up at him as it smiles a toothless drool filled smile. He grimences and shakes his leg rapidly

" Off! Off! Off! Get Off!" He shouts with disgust and annoyance.

His annoyance grows when he feels the kid grip tighter on his leg and laugh, enjoying it all completely oblivious to his frustration thinking it is all a big game.  

Finally out of ideas Sans roughly grabs the baby under their arms and pries it off his leg, holding them out at an arms length. The baby squeals with amusement and claps their chubby hands together blowing a raspberry at Sans. 

Sans glares while their saliva hits his skull and plops the kid on a rock, glaring down at them trying to intimidate the little cur. To his surprise they look right back up at him and scrunch up their face, trying to mimick his glare. He snarls and they do the same, he gives up and grabs them by the back of their red shirt holding them up to his face.

" Listen brat, I ain't in the mood for dealing with little snot nosed droolers like yourself got it? I got my own crap i gotta deal with,"   

His remarks are soon silenced when his vision is dark and his skull is engulfed by the tiny figures embrace. 

The baby moans out a sigh of comfort and rests their cheek onto of his head, rubbing it back and forth in a snuggling motion. Sans freezes in place he's never been hugged before, he glares pulling them off his head in irritation.

Looking at the kid he remembers the goat lady's request to protect any human child that falls to the under ground. 

" Fine lady whatever," He sighs and looks at the baby before continuing,  " The sooner I get you back home where you belong the better." 

They only smiled in response, then again by now Sans wasn't expecting anything else in form of response. At least they weren't whiny or crying a lot like his brother, that much Sans was greatful for.

 And so Sans firmly holds the baby with one arm and keeps walking, not knowing what great adventures lie ahead.