Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 24: A Talk Between Brothers

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

"So, then it's really there?" Papyrus asked. "You took time to look?" 

"Yep." 

"You saw the teeny bit of grey?" 

"Yep." 

"Well. Then, well! You're really going to be a dad!" 

"Yep. That's not supposed to happen. *It takes hundreds of years for that kind of honor." 

"Yes. Humans must have children easier. Which makes sense, they can't wait hundreds of years. They don't live hundreds of years," Papyrus reasoned. "The soul mishap must have made it even easier." 

"Everyone was turned into a puppet down there," Sans said, shoving his bony hands into his pockets. He felt around and took out a wrinkled Grillby wrapper. "The whole Underground. At any time. How much were we all being controlled? How much was I?" He let the wrapper fall to the ground. "Papyrus, I didn't switch my sentry job until I could be Royal Translator. And I hated it. But I did it, and I didn't do anything else except guard. Not since Gaster . . ." 

"Um. What's wrong?" Papyrus asked. 

"We're like Gaster, but you can only cook a little spaghetti, and I . . . I watched nothing all day. I just stood there, watching nothing. So did you. All day. We made puzzles for nothing. Just . . ."  

"Oh . . . " Papyrus whined a little on that one. "Oh, I get it. We . . . after Gaster. Maybe they thought . . ." 

"There's no telling when someone was being controlled, or being themselves," Sans said. "And now, we are free, but, but not. I mean, you are. The others are." He shrugged. "But, glad I didn't have to be Prince. Just look what that did to Asriel." 

"Oh yes, absolutely huge difference." 

"Hey?" Sans pointed toward him. "Hey, bro, you actually remember now?" 

"Once we came up to the surface, a lot of certain things started to fill our heads," Papyrus said. "Everyone remembers Frisk coming back down to take the tests. I assume when you and Frisk both remembered, it was set up to be that way." 

"Yeah, I even thought it was probably the exact time we'd got taken back. Not the brightest." Sans shook his skull. "Manipulated and used." For how long? "We used to be right beside Gaster, Papyrus. How did we end up as sentries making puzzles?" 

"The bad side had control? And didn't like meddling?" Papyrus answered. "Do you think . . . do you think that maybe now I could, I could make decent food? I used to know quantum physics, but now I can make maybe a little food . . . I am making myself sad, Sans." 

Sans rubbed his eye sockets, stupid manifested tears. "I couldn't see it. I never saw it. I never would have seen it. Even being on the surface, I should have known something was wrong with that!" He turned to face Papyrus. "And now, even the kid, they were probably just going to get Frisk to get it born using some ancient age magic, make it touch the barrier, and then what?" 

"I know, Sans." 

"No older than three days old," Sans said. "No older than three days. No magic. No defense. If it's a skeleton, it could get Backspine Fever! It could get arthritis in its weak bones, never getting to walk right. It could get anything!" 

"I know, Sans, I know." 

"I want everyone freed, I do. I did a lot to try and get them freed," Sans said. "But there's a difference between a delicate skeleton and a furry monster, or a little onionsans, or even a little froggit. Frisk was supposed to end up with a bat or maybe the Elkin. Those babies, they could have been exposed like that, but, Skeleton? Why? Why am I supposed to risk it?" Sans put his bony hands to the chest of his coat.