Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 20: Need A Match

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Sans and Papyrus' House The Next Day . . .

"So, a new day at the new job, Brother?"

"Yep."

"Is that what you are wearing for an actually assigned royalty job?"

"Yep."

"You're . . . not happy about me almost trapping you on the surface?" Papyrus nervously chuckled. "Well, which did you want? Prince or surface? Before Alphys magic, there really was no choice! And-and-and you did pretend that you were dead to stay up there before."

"Great. Yeah. I remember. I told you." Sans took a moment for himself. "So, we even now? Fake death to save the Underground versus trapping me unknowingly. Seems fair now."

"Backspine Fever."

"Making me think I'd never see anyone again until the barrier fell."

Papyrus rubbed his arms. " . . . did you rather be Prince? There wasn't another choice, Sans. Would you have rather been Prince Sans? Because once King Asgore passed away, it goes to the eldest in the family. Asriel insisted that would be you. King Sans? Did you want to one day be King Sans?"

Heck no. But. "Shoulda told me."

"I wasn't allowed to, just like Alphys. You know how it works."

"Yeah, I know." It still hurt to know he was almost tricked like that. "Don't ever try that."

"Okay. Next time, I'll just let you become Prince." Papyrus tried to joke. "I'm sorry."

"Tough decisions, I know. If I do go back up, I don't want to have to worry about coming down," Sans warned him. "But, our souls are fixed now. I still need to thank Alphys for taking the risk no one else could have. Without her, I'd be up on the surface, trapped right now."

"So, Princess Frisk?"

"Yeah, wasn't in the mood for keeping that appointment today on the surface either," Sans said. "Okay." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Think I'm outta energy to stay mad. I know it was either Prince or the surface. Still, not easy to hear. Prince Asriel got tackled in the snow and belted with snow balls until he finally outran Frisk for it. So, you got off easy. Snow what I mean?"

"Um." Papyrus ignored it as he got the door. "Yes, Sans. Well, off to your new job."

"At least this one might be a little more humerus than the other."

"Uh, yes."

"Tibia honest, I think it will be pretty bad to the bone."

"Uh huh."

"I hope I have the spine for it."

"Oh, you are not even trying, you are just annoying me!"

"Come on, Papyrus. Tibia honest, you've got to find a way to put some humerus in your day."

"Oh, not fair, you are using double repeats. You really are still mad at me? We are even, Sans!"

"Kay. Yeah. Sure. Guess I still had a little irritation," Sans said as he opened the door. "I get it, I get it. I'll be home later, Papyrus." Sans left out the door.

Being a Royal Translator wasn't too hard. Over the next several days, Sans watched some good guys, and some bad guys come through. Some days Toriel had one set up, while the next she had two.