A Skeleton and Angel (Doctor Who x Undertale Two-Shot)

A Skeleton and Angel (Part 2/2)

Wind pressed against his clothes as Sans looked up, ignoring the soft trickle of a car fading in the distance. The sky was a beautiful array of pink and orange, settling down to a darker shade as night approached.

This was the store where Alphys had apparently saw the statue. An anime store, naturally, the lizard monster having found it with her weeaboo instincts on their first day in town. It was impressive, really. Weeaboo power was a thing.

The text had been random earlier that day, and was rather surprising. Alphys and Undyne had went to the store to pick up an order for the new season of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie when they had saw the exact same statue Papyrus had mentioned to them next to the store.

The store was barren, as was the street, the closed sign explaining why the anime store wasn't filled with any activity. Not that it stopped Sans from simply teleporting to the other side, now standing in the empty room. Silence hung in the air, rivaled only by his short, almost distant breaths.

Why would the angel be here? That didn't make any sense, really. At an anime store, of all places? Not the ideal place for a creepy statue that moved when he blinked to be, but hey, he wouldn't judge.

There wasn't really much for Sans to explore in the front of the store, that was for sure. He sure as hell made sure to turn away from the hentai collection in the corner, not letting his eyes even dare look at those covers as he continued along to the desk. No thanks.

Pressing on with determination to not look at that, Sans continued onto the back of the store, soon finding himself inside of the storage room where the extra anime discs were stored. Was there anything an angel statue would want back here? If it wanted any of those hentai discs, he would be very, very concerned to what this key opened. He swore if it opened the room to some perverted dungeon Sans would actually climb into a trash can and die.

There was a feeling from this room, he swore it. A distant humming, something distant, but there. Sans could feel the pressure of utter power lingering, pressing into each of his bones like lead. Time. The power of time.

Something in this room had the power of time and space. And it was strong.

This time, he pressed on with morbid curiosity, keeping his magic sparkling slightly, in case of an attack. It was almost as if the cause of the power responded, its own power humming with his. Two beings, able to sense each others powers, bouncing back and forth in the small room. Sans almost stumbled into a box, his environment practically forgotten in favor of finding a power similar to his own.

What Sans was expecting, really, he wasn't sure. Maybe another person, able to remember resets and travel across space, just like himself. Maybe a teleporter, a small device. Or maybe the angel, revealing itself to be a soul filled, nicer creature to offer him a hot dog and ketchup.

What he wasn't expecting was this.

A Police Box?

It was tall, the top barely missing hitting the ceiling. A dark blue paint was covering the wooden exterior, windows tinted so he couldn't see through them. It looked in great shape, but when was the last time one was used? And why was it inside?

Sans tested out the wooden door, finding it to be locked. The box wasn't too big, it could fit at best two people from the looks of it. Maybe three, if one of those people were Sans. He was pretty small in body size.

Wait, it was locked. And Sans had a key.

"What are you doing here?"

Sans turned abruptly, startled by the sudden appearance of another. Instead of an angel, thankfully, it was a human male, standing in the doorway with a surprised expression.