Tired

Bring Home the Skeletons

"*ѕιgн*... ωну мє?"
Grillby was trudging through thick, powdery snow to the two skeletons' house. It was just his luck that Fresh was also a blackout drunk, just like Sans, and the unpredictable weather in Snowdin caught up with him, a fire element.
Luckily, he was almost at the skeleton brothers' house. Snowdin was one of the smallest areas in the Underground, and not as hard to navigate through.
He should've just stayed in Hotland.
Grillby finally arrived at the house's door. He knocked a couple times on the plain oak door.
No answer.
Then, he saw a small post-it on the polished brass doorknob, half frozen and covered in powdery snow.
"SANS! THE SPAGHETTI IS IN THE FRIDGE. UNDYNE CALLED ME OVER FOR SOME EXTRA TRAINING! NYEH HEH HEH! ENJOY THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S FINE CUISINE!

-PAPYRUS"

Grillby sighed, put down the sleeping skeletons, then slumped down against the door. To his great surprise, it swung open, leaving him to topple over backwards and fall onto the cold, hard floor. Sitting up, the fire Monster groaned. His glasses askew, his flames higher than normal and his suit that he was so careful with was now wrinkled. His sight landed on yet another small piece of paper taped on the wall.
" NYEH! I KNEW THAT YOU WOULD FORGET THE KEY, SANS, SO I LEFT THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU! HERE IT IS, AND TRY NOT TO FORGET IT AGAIN!

-THE GREAT PAPYRUS"
Below it on a dresser was a small silvery key, no doubt the one Papyrus wrote about. The key was attached to a keychain with a bone pendant. On the same keychain was another key, looking more coppery, larger, and Sans's name was written on the wider part of the key in his handwriting.
Grillby slung an arm of each of the skeletons on his shoulders and, with a little effort, put them on his back. He smoothed out most of the wrinkles littering his shirt, then set off again, grunting as he walked up the squeaking staircase.
He now faced the door of Sans's bedroom. Wiggling a flaming hand free from underneath the two, he fit the brass key into the lock and turned...
The door swung open slightly. Grillby peeked inside the room, and deemed it safe to enter. The room was messy. Extremely messy. Socks, both dirty and clean, littered the muddy green shag carpet floor. A magic-sustained tornado spun in a corner, its contents varying from lint, to a plethora of papers, to a fluffy puppy. Grillby quickly walked over and snatched the white dog out of the air. The pup jumped out of his hand and trotted downstairs. He sighed,,then started to examine the rest of the room and where it was safe to set them down.
The room contained a dirty mattress next to the wall on his right with a garbage bag as a headboard, a treadmill, which was currently on, in the center, a messy oak desk in the corner of the right wall littered with sketches of machines and important-looking documents and notes. A used leather-bound diary sat in the bottom left corner , haphazardly tipping over the edge. He decided to lay them down on the mattress.
After setting them down for good, Grillby had accidently taken a look at Sans's notes, written in (somehow) neat writing.
[entry 1]
a kid fell here in the underground after i was appointed as sentry. they (unidentified gender) had a purple SOUL, perseverence according to _¥<]&'s notes. welp. i had to kill them. @$&+^'s would be pissed if i didn't kill them for his 'research'. but... i can still feel their blood on my hands-

[entry 29]
this is the 10th reset. nothing seems too wrong... but you never know. the kid has only shown is mercy, but somethings seems off today. their soft smile is... unsettling when i met them again at the bridge. plus, i haven't heard from tori. could they have-

Grillby stopped reading there.
It was too big of an intrusion of Sans's privacy. Besides, Sans locked up his room for a reason. He swiftly and silently walked out of the door, closing it behind him. He suddenly realized how quiet the town and house sounded, and how much his footsteps echoed in the desolate house.
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OoOof
Im sorry
:(
I have double the homework, and I'm slowly grinding my way through it....