Switched up

Chapter 4: The Great And Terrible

(Art not mine and belongs to its respectful super cool awesome owner) 

In the Omega Timeline, monsters were everywhere. They where walking, running, hopping, sliding, however one choose to travel from place to place. They took different forms, shapes and sizes, Some having short walking-by conversations, while others were gathered in groups gossiping about stuff Papyrus had never thought even existed.

He didn't bother trying making sense of any of their nonsense because he was too busy marveling at how many monsters there were in this place, including ones that looked just like him. Most of the other 'hims' were jogging from place to place at a quick pace. Surprisingly, a diverse amount of the papyrus look-alikes were more... cheery. It made Papyrus uneasy when seeing them. Most of them -if not all- had a scarf that looked just like the one Papyrus had wrapped neatly around his neck- a torn piece of red fabric that he'd had since he was a baby bones. He'd rather call it a scarf through.

Without thinking, he reached up and clutched the red fabric as he glanced around. The skeleton that had saved him from before was standing next to him with a big smile, somehow reading the ugly chicken scratch that had been written all over their own scarf. They hummed calmly as if seeing the other 'hims' where normal.

Papyrus looked down at the other. "Who... are you?" He asked, out of breath and still healing with the help of whatever fruit the odd version of his brother gave him.

They looked up at him, their eyes lights changing shapes and colors as he gave Papyrus a confused look. "Oh, did I not tell you already?"

Squinting down at the other, Papyrus spoke with a snarl. "No, you didn't," The odd version of his brother smiled, before letting out a short, which quickly turned into laughter. "Haha! Sorry buddy, I don't have a good memory so it's always best to make sure," They said, still chuckling.

Papyrus's boney eyebrow twitched. Was this funny, to the other? Papyrus's home had just got destroyed and was he just told that everyone he ever loved was dead by their own very murderer while his brother had almost dusted him, and this freak show of a 'hero,' was laughing at him?

As the skeleton began to speak, Papyrus's vision became blurred as he slowly bawled his hand into a fist. How. dare. He.

"Um hello? Why do you look like your going to-"

Before the other could finish Papyrus rammed his fist at the other, swinging so hard he could hear the air gasp at the amount of pressure.

But he hit nothing. "Woah! Hey buddy, I think I might have also forgot to tell you that I'm on your siDE-" Papyrus immediately turned and swung at the other again, watching as they disappeared into a puddle of black goop and dashed away.

"Give me..." Papyrus growled, focusing all of his magic against the palms of his hands as he glanced over his shoulder, his gaze never leaving the goop as it traveled quickly along the floor. "My..." Two sharp bones appeared in his hand with a burst of blood-red light. "BROTHER BACK!!" He jumped as soon as the goop formed back into the skeleton from before.

Suddenly he felt his soul drop, but not in fear. He fell to the ground as the weight of a thousand pounds built up inside his chest, making him feel sick. But it reminded him of something... from when he was a baby bones. Could it be? "...B-brother?" he gasped out, looking up from the ground at the new mysterious new figure.

"Heh, sorry bud, but you've got the wrong bag of bones." As Papyrus's vision cleared, little details of the figure became clearer. He frowned at the sight. It was once again another Sans.

They wore a light blue cape that went down to their shoulders, along with the same shade of boots with a pair of sweatpants tucked into them. They also wore a purple top with gold trimming and a belt with some oddly colored liquid in bottles hanging off of it. Their teeth weren't sharp and their smile wasn't vicious, instead the Sans's smile was calm, and his teeth were worn down to a more socially acceptable amount. Papyrus noticed that most of his brother rip-offs didn't have their teeth sharpened, nor did they have the glinting gold tooth his brother cherished. He took a quick note of the dagger that was also hanging from the belt. His thoughts quickly switched back to the glitch that took his Sans. That golden smile... was it really gold? Or was it just yellow? Disgusting... the stupid glitch must be rich because of all the gold gained from killing all the monsters in Underfell.