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You sneeze. Geez! This place is getting on your nerves, that is, if they won’t freeze. Sans was walking next to you, helping you out as you go. There’s been monsters coming at you left and right, and he’s always seemed so nervous about how you ‘FIGHT’ or rather ‘ACT’. It’s kinda weird. Like he was expecting you to do something else. He’s been really weird about everything, actually. He even keeps calling you ‘Frisk’ by accident. You would correct him, but now you’ve learned to respond to the name. All in all, he tries to hide everything with a pun or two, but there’s something off about him, and you dare say that you were going to get to the bottom of it. Back to the situation at hand, you stare down at the TOUGH GLOVE you were able to …show more content…
acquire. It wasn’t much, but you were able to alternate it from hand to hand to keep them warm. You wouldn’t want your ACT button hands getting frostbite. “SANS!!” The familiar voice caught you off guard,” I HAVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!” “*sorry paps. i would think with all this eye-ce around, someone would have seen me.” He shrugged. You sneeze again. Papyrus gasped,” SANS! IS THAT A...HUMAN?!?!?!” Sans looked a little in front of you where a massive rock was,”*actually, i think that’s a rock.” “OH.” the other skeleton sounded kind of dissapointed. “*hey, what’s that behind the rock.” Sans nudged your shoulder. “OH MY GOD!!!” He put his hand to the side of his mouth and did this weird hushed yell,” (IS...IS THAT A HUMAN)” Sans mimicked his brother, aside from the yelling bit,”(yes)” “OH MY GOD!!! SANS! I FINALLY DID IT!! UNDYNE WILL...I’M GONNA...I’LL BE SO POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!!...’AHEM’. HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL STOP YOU!” You remembered to play along and gave a fake gasp. Sans seemed pleased. You put your hands to your face for dramatic effect, and you winced at your cold fingers. You look to hear a zipping noise. Sans unzipped his hoodie and placed it on your shoulders. “Thanks!” You whispered. He shrugged,”*sure thing, kiddo.” As you were putting on the warm bundle of oversized hoodie, you tuned back into Papyrus speech,” I WILL THEN CAPTURE YOU! YOU WILL BE DELIVERED TO THE CAPITAL! THEN!!! THEN… I’M NOT SURE WHAT’S NEXT. IN ANY CASE...CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU DARE!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!” Then the hyperactive skeleton was off, running and skipping in the other direction yet again. Sans crossed his arms and stood back a bit,”*well, that went well. don’t sweat it, kid. i’ll keep an eye socket out for ya.” “I don’t think that’s necessary.” You smirk,” So...is he really gonna capture me? Or are we just going to let him think that he has?” Sans started walking and shrugged,”*like i said, don’t sweat it.” You roll your eyes,” Alright.” Your feel began to move under you and the two of you were off again, occasionally cracking a few puns here and there, Sans more than you. You were able to keep up with talking a bit more thanks to the hoodie. It was so warm and it smelt like ketchup? Weird sent for a skeleton, but you didn’t mind it. More monsters came and gone. One in particular was this dog monster named Doggo? Anyways, he was obsessed with moving. You looked to Sans for help, but the cheeky bastard just leaned up against a tree like a lazy bones. Blue attacks came at you from left and right. You tried to dodge them, but to no avail. Finally, Sans shouted at you to not move. You followed his instruction and boom. You were able to spare the Doggo. It was like the guy had total faith that you knew what was going on. How could you? You were new to this whole magic thing, it’s not like humans can use it! Not to mention, you are just some scared kid! Well...maybe not like an eight-year-old kid, but still. When the fight was over, you could see Sans was beating himself up about the whole thing. To lighten up the mood, you thought you would think of a pun,” Awe, come on. Don’t be so blue.” He chuckled a bit, but kept his head down,”*hey, here’s something important to remember. my brother has a very special attack. if you see a blue attack, don’t move and it won’t hurt you.” “Ya, I gathered that after the fight. Thanks.” You gab. “*well, here’s an easy way to keep in in mind. you know, so that you aren't beaten black and blue. imagine a stop sign. when you see a stop sign, you stop, right? stop signs are red. so imagine a blue stop sign instead. simple, right?” “No not really, but thanks anyway.
It would have been nice to know before the fight.” He just kept shrugging,”*i thought you could handle it, kid. if you would have stopped and listened to me-.” “Look here you lazy sack of bones, I tried to ask for help, but you were too busy skull-king to help me out.” “*heard those ones before.” “Dangit.” You say under your breath. You both continued on your path, running into more dogs and blue attacks as you went. Heck, you even ran into Papyrus a few times and an Ice Cream stand! Well, NiceCream, but it still tasted like Ice Cream. Ya, it was freezing, but boy did it warm your heart! That’s how the sale’s guy put it at least. You were really starting to like the underground. You saw Sans bend over and pick up a ball of snow. He nudges your shoulder and asks,”*i’ve been thinking about selling treats too. want some fried snow? it’s just 5G.” “Wouldn’t that just be water?” “*water you? crazy? nah, it’s the finest fried snow in the underground. just 10G.” “Wait...you just say it was 5G?” “*no. why would i sell such fine snow for just a third of the price?” “But that would make it 15G.” “*uh, i think you got your math wrong, buddy. it’s …show more content…
20G.” “Not buying.” “*ya, you’re right.
it’s still too low.” That cheeky skeleton, you swear. Anyways, the two of you continued to progress with the journey. You sure hoped that the whole Underground wasn’t like this place. Sure, doing some silly “Junior Jumble” and running into all the interesting monsters were fun, not to mention hanging out with Sans. All of that was nice, but the cold, icy scenery...it gave you the chills. You couldn’t wait to find a home or maybe a fire. Not to mention, as the two of you kept going on through the journey, things seemed to keep getting less and less weird with Sans. Maybe he was getting used to you? Whoever Frisk was, he was obviously establishing the difference between the two of you. You kind of wish to ask, but maybe you wouldn’t like that answer. You couldn’t quite place it, but you just had this feeling like you shouldn’t have asked. You could keep your mind occupied with other things though. Like how. MANY. DOGS. THERE. ARE. Like, seriously! There are dog monsters everywhere! There’s GreaterDog, LesserDog, DogAmy and DogAressa! Sure, they are all adorable, but there is just so many! By the time you were done with their FIGHT, your feet were barking! That’s ruff, buddy. Ok, ya, all these dog puns are rePUGnant but, you and Sans couldn’t help
it. “HUMAN!” Your head snapped up from the conversation at hand. Low and behold, here is Papyrus yet again. You kind of been expecting him to show up for some time now. “THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!” Before your eyes, fire, cannons, spears, a ball and chain and even a...dog hanging from a rope…? They all came out of nowhere! Look, the dog bit might look like some joke, but the rest seemed pretty serious. Sure, this is Papyrus. The guy you have learned to be this adorable dorky skeleton that needs to switch to decaf. He wouldn’t really hurt you, would he? You turn to Sans, who seemed to be indifferent. Starting on ahead like nothing was wrong. So, there should be nothing to worry about, right? “WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE!!! CANNONS WILL FIRE, SPIKES WILL SWING, BLADES WILL SLICE. EACH PART WILL SWING VIOLENTLY UP AND DOWN! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN!!! ARE YOU READY?!? BECAUSE! I! ABOUT! TO DO IT!” There was a pause. He seemed nervous. Maybe it was because his brother was right next to you? He didn’t want to hurt him? Actually, the smart ass calls out to him,”*well? what’s the hold up?” “HOLDUP!? WHAT HOLDUP!? I’M...I’M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!” Still nothing happened. Sans looked around, examining the deadly traps like fine pieces of art,”*that, uh, doesn't look very activated.” “WELL!!! THIS CHALLENGE IT SEEMS!!! MAYBE...TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMAN WITH. YEAH! WE CAN’T USE THIS ONE!!! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS!!! MY PUZZLES ARE VERY FAIR! AND MY TRAPS ARE EXPERTLY COOKED! BUT THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS AT ALL! AWAY IT GOES!” With that the traps disappeared. Well that was unexpected. You watch the skeleton turn around and while his ‘forehead’,”PHEW.” He turned around to see you staring,” WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! THIS WAS ANOTHER DECISIVE VICTORY FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!! NYEH! HEH! ...HEH???” More like another decisive abscond by the Great Papyrus. You giggle, his brother certainly was the exact opposite. You began walking off that bridge. To think, you were underground! You dared not look down, but this world was just so vast, it was crazy to think that this was all underneath that mountain! Once you were off, you finally turned around to see where you had just come from. This place was going to keep coming at you with it’s magical people and scenery, and not once do you want to get used to it. Sans was, of course, behind you, only now walking off the bridge. You didn’t notice it right away, but you caught him staring. Your gaze went to his, only to cause him to look away. He scratched the back of his skull,”*geez, isn’t my bro cool?” “Heck ya he is! Though…” You slide to your position next to him,” I kind of like this brother a biiiiit more.” That seemed to catch him off guard, but he chuckled anyways. Then something strange happened. The tree, just behind him, it...disappeared, reappeared, and then bits started to go away and come back in weird places. Your eyes locked on it in terror. Was this another monster? Sans turned around, only to see it back to normal. He gave you a questioning look, but it was your turn to act weird and shake it off. What was that all about?
He fig-ured that the normal half hour walk home might take as long as two hours in snow this deep. And then there was the wind and the cold to contend with. The wind was blowing across the river and up over the embankment making the snow it carried colder and wetter than the snow blanketing the ground. He would have to use every skill he’d learned, living in these hills, to complete the journey without getting lost, freezing to death, or at the very least ending up with a severe case of frostbite be-fore he made it back to Ruby.
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