AN- FIIINNNNAAALLLYYY
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The people of Snowdin looked at the other skeleton curiously as he passed.

Syrup hated being stared at, trying not to shrink back. He glared at the others and stayed close, not too close of course, behind Rus. 'Their sizing me up, for fuck's- ok remember, just don't show that your a weakling, let them know that your not a weak target.' The others shivered at his glare, looking away.

Finally, they got to Rus' house. "WELCOME TO MY HOME!" He said, opening the door to allow him in. '... W-Wait, he just… opened the door? No locks?'

He felt sick at the idea, slowly walking in messing with his collar.

It… looked like his house, but instead of red and black, it had bright plum colored walls with purple and blue carpets. It was… completely clean. Not broken, the "pet rock" didn't have that gross liquid or blood, it had sprinkles on it, and the two liquids weren't covering the house? He looked around, very surprised. Even the layout was slightly different.

'Holy shit, this place actually looks… nice?' He thought, very surprised.

"... Nice place..." He decided to say, still in surprise. Rus grinned. "I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT! HOLD ON, STAY HERE, I'M GOING TO GO GET SOMETHING." Syrup nodded slowly as Rus ran upstairs into his room. He leaned against the wall, messing with his sleeves and gloves. A voice interrupted his thoughts. "Heya."

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Sans stretched, lazily getting up after putting on his blue and white jacket over his white undershirt and slipping on his pink slippers. He listened to his brother… wait.

Was he talking to someone?

He heard the familiar footsteps walking up the stairs, it being loud as his boots hit the floor. He looked out of his bedroom, completely surprised on the monster he saw downstairs.

'Wait, is that a… skeleton?' He thought, looking over him.

'He… looks like Papyrus? Other than the clothes, being shorter, the… scars, stress lines and bags...' He thought, confused. He slowly began walking down the stairs, walking somewhat close to him.

"Heya."

Syrup looked up, slightly freezing. 'What the hell- he looks so… different. C'mon, keep it together.' He forced himself to untense. "... Uh, hey." He said back, holding back his stutter. 'What the… his reaction, there was… fear?' He thought, worried.

"Name's Sans." He said, holding out his hand. Syrup couldn't help but slightly flinch back even though he tried to stop himself. "... Not… one for touching others, call me Syrup." He mumbled, cursing everything. 'GOD DAMMIT WHY DID I HAVE TO MEET THIS WORLD'S VERSION OF MILORD-' He thought, cursing.

"Nice to meet you Syrup." Sans said, putting down his hand. '... That flinch… I don't feel right about that...' He thought, trying not to show how worried he was seeing it.

"So, why ya here?"

"... Uh, Papyrus up there found me in the forest, I had… gotten lost… I'm from a pretty far away place, so he offered to let me stay here for a bit..." He said slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. "Ah, I see. Well, welcome to my home."

".. Thanks, I guess." He muttered, trying to keep himself calm. The two fell into an awkward silence before Rus came back downstairs. "FOUND IT! OH, HELLO SANS."

He said, holding some blankets. "Hey bro." "THIS IS SYRUP! HE SAYS HE'S FROM FAR AWAY, SO I LET HIM STAY WITH US FOR TONIGHT!" "Ah, I see. Alright then, sounds good."

Syrup felt awkward- looking over the two. '... Are they, actually close? … This world just gets weirder and weirder.' His thoughts screamed that they had to be fucking with him, but at this point he could care less.

He ignored his body aching, watching Rus stomp his foot childishly at Classic not picking up a sock.

'Well, even if I do die, least I get to die somewhere warm.'

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AN- Wow, second chapter after only about 7 months- Jeez this is overdue. Hope you guys enjoyed!
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