Occam's Razor Does Not Apply Here

Chapter Two: What universe was it anyway?

Sans sat on the grease-stained couch (Papyrus had long since given up on cleaning it), as his bro made lasagna for dinner. Whenever Sans or Papyrus had morning shifts, they would always have dinner together. Sans wouldn't go to Grillby's (though sometimes he would get take-out), and Papyrus would not get himself engrossed in his paperwork. They were family, and family always needed to have a meal together.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled as he stuck his head out of the kitchen, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"Why d'ya ask?"

"YOU'RE ACTING... SPACE-Y" said Papyrus, coming out of the kitchen, a splat of sauce on his skull.

"I just saw something that couldn't be explained during my shift. Try'n to make sense of it," Sans said. How exactly would you explain the doppelganger during early morning shift without sounding crazy or sleep deprived? Or maybe he was crazy and/or sleep deprived, and that was why he saw the doppelganger! Meanwhile, Papyrus

narrowed his eye sockets, looking somewhat worried for his brother's mental health.

"IF YOU SAY SO," Papyrus sighed, clearly not believing his brother, before ducking back into the kitchen. Soon after, the clanging started up again. Hopefully Papyrus hadn't left anything on the stove, or else Sans would either be eating late, or eating fire- extinguisher foam. Damn, that one time sucked.

Okay, reasons for seeing a doppelganger? The only explanation was that he was too damn tired and hallucinated. And it was the only explanation that really made sense. Sans picked idly at something that had crusted onto the couch. The banging of the oven in the kitchen told Sans that his brother had finally put the lasagna in the oven. The sound of running water soon followed. Due to the peaceful atmosphere, which was hard to find... well, anywhere, Sans felt his eye-sockets beginning to close. Eh, Sans could do with a thirty minute nap, right? Well, no matter what the outside world said, his body agreed, and Sans was soon comfortably snoozing on the filthy mess that was the couch.

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Caeruleus double- checked his outfit. The threads at the base of his vest were starting to come undone, and the same went for his I.D.A. (IDentifying Accessory). But that was fine. Okay, maybe he was just trying to think professionally, and pretend he didn't love his I.D.A. to bits, but dangit, he was trying to make an impression!

That part where this I.D.A. was a gift from Cane and Razor had nothing to do with why he liked this particular kerchief so much. (Yeah, right.)

Cae's thoughts turned to the current debate about I.D.A.s. Some argued that it wasn't fair to create a dress code based around stereotypes, and that the accessory should never be a must-wear. Others argued that I.D.A.s should only be mandatory during professional meetings. Cae was currently undecided.

Altertale Toriels came in with their jackets. Outertales came in with their... glittery stuff. Back when the company was small, dress code wasn't really a thing, but everyone wore what was enforced by it. On the other hand, Cae didn't really want to be associated with his... stereotyped self. So yeah. Undecided.

Cane was off in the hub bathroom, cleaning off at Cae's insistence. Hopefully he didn't get water stains on his accessory. Cane was wearing the one that wasn't threadbare, and Cae didn't want to drag (wait, speaking of drag, Cae hoped his brother hadn't gotten back to smoking) Cane off to the stores over a ruined coat, thankayou very much.

After the whole fiasco in the morning, Dorsal had been typing up anomaly reports and scheduling a visit to the universe. After being seen, and railroading a universe, it was protocol to try and contain the amount that the news of A.U.s leaked out. Unfortunately for Cae and Cane, the universe was no longer splitting, so that meant that he, the scout at fault, and Cane, the director, had to go inform the Sans and Papyrus of the universe about Danaus, and hope that they didn't tell anyone else. Technology to get a universe to split again was still in progress, so messing up after railroading something wasn't too much of a big deal. The big deal was railroading the universe.