Tired

The Kid

How was everyone's Halloween? Sorry, I forgot to prepare something for it.... T^T BUUUT enjoy this chapter X3
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Sans's eyelids slowly peeled open, revealing a fairly confused gaze. Before him was his room, in all its messy glory and a snoring Fresh beside him, mumbling something about Mafiatale. With those facts sending him bolting upright, he also noticed that he and Fresh smelled strongly of Grillby's booze. He let out a long groan and rubbed open his eyelids completely. What happened? Sans's memory was as hazy as the dense atmosphere also reeking of alcohol. The last thing he remembered was Fresh joining him in karaoke... Not to mention the enormous headache pounding through his skull. The smell of spaghetti wafted to his nose (?), the tempting odor teasing it.
Shaking off the last bits of sleep clinging to his mind, Sans rolled off the surprisingly soft mattress and teleported himself downstairs, deciding to leave Fresh at the mercy of sleep.
Sans leaned on the edge of the kitchen counter. "Sup, Papyrus?"
"SANS? WHY ARE YOU UP SO EARLY?? IT'S 8 O'CLOCK!"
"Nah, just thought i'd wake up early for a change. I'm never doing it again, though. It's awful."
"SANS!!!!"
Truthfully, Sans struggled to stay upright, even when leaning on something. He forcefully relaxed his posture, throwing back his shoulders a bit more, concentrating on his slouch and signature lazy smile.
He winked at his bro. "It's just not LIGHT me at all. But hey, look on the BRIGHT side; it just means I'm still healthy."
"SANSSSSSSSS!!!!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO- NYEH! NEVER MIND...." Papyrus exclaimed as he rubbed his temples, spaghetti flying everwhere.
A thump was heard. Soon enough, a wasted Fresh begrudgingly trailed his heels downstairs. "B͟r͟a͟h͟, w͟h͟a͟t͟'s͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ a͟l͟l͟ t͟h͟e͟ u͟n͟r͟a͟d͟ n͟o͟i͟s͟e͟? I͟m͟m͟a͟ t͟r͟y͟n͟a͟' s͟l͟e͟e͟p͟ h͟e͟r͟e͟," he grumbled, obviously affected by a hangover.
"OH, HELLO MISTER FRESH! HOW WAS YOUR SLEEP?"
Fresh only grunted in response before resting his chin on Sans's shoulder. "S͟a͟n͟s͟, w͟e͟ n͟e͟e͟d͟ t͟o͟ t͟a͟l͟k͟."
Sans was shellshocked. Fresh never spoke without using that ridiculous 90's lingo. And now, Sans saw why. His voice sounded... Dead. Empty. Sinister, even, if Sans allowed his thoughts to wander far enough. To tell the truth, it unsetteled him. A lot. "O-ok, bud. Lead the way."
Fresh forgot his shades upstairs, thus leaving his odd eyelights in full view. Whatever life or magic that radiated from those lights had faded away, now two blank pools of white light for pupils containing no signs of humanity- or should he say, emotions.
Fresh motioned for Sans to follow him back upstairs. He obliged, but not without casting an apologetic glance at Papyrus.
Once upstairs and in Sans's room, Fresh looked at him seriously and asked," What is this pain in my head? Why do I have it? Is it because of the milkshake I had yesterday?"
Sans stared back dumbly. Did Fresh really never have a hangover before? Oh Asgore... How much did he NOT know?
"It's a hangover. You usually get it when you drink too much booze."
Fresh's eyelights lit up in understanding. "Well, my rad partner, thanks for clearing dat totes unturbular business up! Imma get ready for dis radtastic day comin up," he said with his usual bounce and lingo. He stood up, stretched and put his shades on. They had their usual 'YO_LO' printed on them in neon yellow and blue.
"Sure," Sans chuckled," let's head out."
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[Snowdin Forest]
The close-knit skeletons strolled down the frozen path, holding each others hands and chatting and spewing out random facts or quuirky stories. Fresh had once stumbled upon an AU where Sans replaced Asgore as king, Papyrus was Toriel in the Ruins, the prince, Asriel, took the role of Papyrus and Chara as Sans. The world was christened 'Storyshift', as the roles of the Monsters swapped, the personalities shifted into one another. Sans found that ridiculous. Him? King? Impossible to envision that.
Sans told Fresh one of the many afternoons he spent with his two family members he had before the RESETs started. He, Papyrus and AtGesR built a treehouse in the forest. Once the treehouse was halfway done, Papyrus, who was still a babybones, literally leaped out of tgSaRe's arms and bolted into the unsteady cabin. Paps had just put down a foot on in the house when the ladder and the firdt plank of wood collasped. Their dad, who was still tired after not sleeping or eating for a week thanks to his new research, took too long to muster his 'special' magic since he was still recovering. Thankfully, Sans's magic chose to activate at that moment. It was a powerful blast of blue magic that saved Papyrus from getting hurt, or possibly from dying. Back then, his HP was so much higher than his measly 1HP now, same for his ATT, DEF and, surprisingly, LV and EXP. However, after that impressive show of magic.... Everything went south, so Sans treasured every perfect moment in the past. Fresh was quite surprised at this story. In his mind, he realized that this world was a copy from the Original; the slight differences in the past told him so, but they were so small, the only way to know was either to pester Sans for the past or check the CODEs. SAgtEr was a good father in the Original, if not a little strict. He cared deeply about his sons, and would never allow himself to harm or run tests on them. The gTaErs he knew would save Papyrus despite the exhaustion weighing his down. Welp. Not his problem right now.
They continued talking and chattering about their favorite topics, when they arrived at the bridge.
Of course. The bridge connecting the town and preventing most people from falling to their deaths in that dangerously deep crevice. Past it, Sans and Fresh faintly made out a shape, half shrouded in icy mist. At the crunch of their footsteps, the figure's head swiveled around. The face shocked Sans. Magic built up in his eyesocket, air coming in short breaths.
The face greeting them was a human's. Short dark brown hair, blue and purple shirt. However.... the face didn't match. Skin on the yellow side, but paired with the reddest cheeks and dark ruby eyes. A thin layer of dust coated their clothes.
A lone tear trickled down their face upon seeing the two skeletons.
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THIS BOOK ISNT ON HIATUS owo
Lool over 1060 words I am proud :D
The fact that Sans isn't the Original doesn't alter the ship; it's still Undertale.