(Sans's POV:)
I sigh, wondering where Papyrus is. He hasn't come home yet, and he promised he'd be home in time for dinner... maybe I should call him. Yeah, I'll call him. He always picks up, anyways.
Ring... ring... ring.........ring.... ring... click.
That's weird... he didn't pick up after the first two rings, like he always done... maybe the kiddo...? No, they promised, they wouldn't... would they? I should go check, just in case... yeah, just in case. I teleport to where Papyrus battles the human, not noticing the abnormal shapes behind the trees, nor the conveniently shaped lamp behind me. No, what I notice is the dusty snow, with wisps of dust trailing in the wind, and a lone red scarf on the ground. I fall to my knees, tearing up. So the kiddo did start again... I start chuckling softly, grabbing his scarf and wrapping it around my neck like I have for the past however many Genocide runs, and stand up, looking out across the dusty snow. "Welp. Here we go again, Kid. If you're here, I'll be waiting for you. You know what I mean, DIRTY BROTHER KILLER." I then leave, teleporting to the Judgement Hall, waiting in the shadows, knowing they'd be done soon.
(Author's Note: This will be a two-part thing. At the end, you can RESET, and go to the other Ending if you aren't satisfied with how your choice went. The SPARE choice will be posted at the same time as this.)
*RESET. *CONTINUE.
Word Count: 312
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Shattered
FanfictionSans the Skeleton is full of mystery. So what happens when Papy, along with all of his friends, notice something off about the pun-loving skelebro? At the sight of a scarf, the others are clued in that their friend may not be as okay as they thought...
