Branches On A Tree

Prologue

This is a Gaster Blaster AU story, which is based around the concept of Sans, or Papyrus changing into a gaster blaster monster. Here is my own take on it.

I had a thought when it comes to the language barrier when Sans is in his Blaster form.
It's hard to write his responses in thoughts and body language alone, so I figured that perhaps the whole skeleton family has their own way of communication by rattling their bones and clutching their teeth. Sort of like morse-code but with more variety in sounds. I hope it makes sense lol.
That way it doesn't matter if Sans is in his blaster-form, he can still communicate. At least with his family members, who understands this concept.

Whenever anyone is using this way of communication I will start and end their sentence with * rather than " as well as use a cursive/emphasis font.

Some things are still left to be explained, or saved for later chapters. As for exactly what happens after this part ends, it will continue in the form of a comic that I'm working on.

If you read this, please feel free to tell me what you think! Any kind of feedback is very appreciated, as I'm a little unsure about my writing. Any tips or advice would really mean a lot! :)

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-15 years ago-

As Sans woke up, his skull was covered in tiny beads of sweat. His soul raced within his rib cage and his chest rapidly moved up and down with shallow breaths. Another nightmare, he thought to himself and nervously looked around the dimmed room, clutching the blanket in his hands. It seemed like forever since he managed to sleep through an entire night without any disruptions, usually in the form of nightmares. Horrible dreams of melting monsters and sharp needles piercing his soul. A shiver traveled down his spine when he thought of it.

"S-SANS? ARE YOU AWAKE?" A tiny voice called from beside his bed. It startled him a bit until he realized that it was just his little brother, Papyrus. "I-I HEARD YOU SCREAM, SO I CAME TO WAKE YOU UP."

"oh, was, uh... was i really screaming this time? s-sorry bro, i didn't mean to scare you. it was just a nightmare."

"IT'S OKAY, BROTHER. I JUST THOUGHT IT SOUNDED SCARY SO, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAME TO SNAP YOU OUT OF IT! DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY HERE WITH YOU AND KEEP THE BAD DREAMS AWAY?" asked the tiny skeleton. Even though young, he had no problem with his confidence, but as for now, his usual fearless expression was replaced with big, worried eyes looking at right at Sans.

"thanks bro. i'm lucky to have such a cool dude to look after me," said Sans and made room for him on his bed.

"YEAH, YOU ARE!" Papyrus chirped happily and crept up beside Sans. He yawned and his bones crackled softly as he stretched his arms. "HEY, SANS... CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?" asked Papyrus as he made himself comfortable.

"hm? of course."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SICK SO OFTEN?"

"oh... well. that's just how it goes i guess...?" Sans blurted out. He would rather not discuss that with Papyrus. In fact, he would rather not discuss it at all. He felt so guilty having to lie to everyone, especially his brother. He really wanted to tell them, but as for now, he had no other choice.

"WHY CAN'T DADDY GIVE YOU YOUR MEDICATION HERE AT HOME? I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE LAB WITH HIM."

Every first Monday of the month their father, the royal scientist of King Asgore, Doctor Wing Dings Aster brought Sans to his laboratory to give him 'medication', to 'treat his sickness'. Or at least that's what Papyrus and Grandpa Semi were told. In reality, he was taken to the lab in order to perform a few tests for his father. The test-subject was himself, and while he wasn't really sure what his father and his colleagues were testing, he knew that it was very important to them.