I walk with the the Devil
Sans leads Papyrus through a series of seldom used hallways that lead to various records rooms and labs so old they barely function. If anyone sees a strange skeleton in a hospital gown, they’d know.
Papyrus silently follows him, though every time they pause- so Sans can make sure the coast is clear- he looks around with a muted air. It might be that whatever had happened to him had happened here, but Sans isn’t going to ask.
“Sans?” his father’s brusk voice turns Sans to stone. He’d just stepped out from behind a filing cabinet to scout ahead. Papyrus is still visible in his peripheral vision.
“h-hey,” Sans waves and leans against the cabinet. “what are you doing over here?”
“Research,” Gaster replies dryly. Sans chuckles, hearing the reprimand in the joke. His dad is generally easy-going, but he set the expectation on day one that work comes first.
“oh good, me too,” Sans replies, hoping he sounds casual. That gets him a Look, one brow bone raised, lights peering over the rim of his dad’s glasses. Sans feels like he’s four again when he gets that look.
“You’re hiding something,” Gaster says simply, and it’s clearly not a question.
“n-no,” Sans brushes off the observation, magic starting to trickle down the back of his spine.
“You are behaving strangely, standing so that your body shields that corner from me, and can’t form a single word properly. And what happened to you hand?” Sans has his finger wrapped in gauze he pillaged from a supply closet. “My reasoning skills are known to you Sans. You’ve been found out. Whatever little prank you’ve planned better not have eaten into your lab time today, or I’ll-”
Sans freezes while his dad walks around him to look at Papyrus’s hiding spot. All he can do is follow his father’s progress by turning his skull. He gets as far as lifting his hand from the cabinet when he sees his dad stumble backwards, away from Papyrus. He’s turned his torso when his dad yells for him to run, fear sharp in his voice.
Sans finally completes the turn, no more useful for doing so, as a great big disk appears on the floor behind his dad. It’s pitch black, but there’s some hint of movement inside. It’s a slithery, creepy undulation of forms, none of which can be truly seen in the inky darkness.
And his dad falls backwards into it.
It may be his imagination, but Sans thinks he sees something try to come out as he drops, screaming, from the world, but in the next second it’s gone. The whole disk vanishes without a hint of its existence left.
“what- what the- d-dad… dad!” Sans screams, dropping to his knees. He crawls forward, feeling along the ground for some sign of his father, but it’s just cold, hard linoleum.
“COME ON,” Papyrus grabs his arm and pulls him up to standing. Sans tugs at his hold, trying to get back down to the ground because there has to be something.
“let go of me!” Sans yells, when he finds out that Papyrus is very, very strong. “get away from me. you- you killed him! you killed my dad.”
“HE’S NOT DEAD,” Papyrus replies calmly, none of his intense friendliness gone from his voice. “THAT’S THE MOST MERCY I COULD GRANT HIM, BECAUSE HE’S YOUR DAD.”
Sans goes limp. His dad isn’t dead? He’s still in that place. The thought of it makes him shudder in revulsion. Papyrus walks forward, dragging Sans. He isn’t the least bit worried about anyone seeing them. If he can make them disappear like that, why should he?
“BESIDES, I CAN’T LET YOU GO. I’M GOING TO NEED A FRIEND WHEN I GET OUT THERE.”
“i’m not your friend,” Sans says bitterly, tears starting to make tracks down his face.
“OH,” Papyrus says it with weight, like the denial means something to him. It’s the first thing that’s chipped at his cheerful demeanor. “WE’LL THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE, THEN. I’M NOT YOUR DAD…” Sans winces. “AH! I HAVE IT. WE WERE BOTH MADE BY THE SAME MONSTER, SO WE CAN BE BROTHERS! IT’S PERFECT…”
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