(Sorry for the late update! My life has been very busy! Hope you enjoy! TURTLE, OUT!)

Sans looked around.

He was in...Judgement hall? What was he doing there?

Ahead of him stood his brother, his back facing Sans.

He cocked his head puzzled, before approaching his familiar younger sibling.

"bro?" he asked confused, reaching up and tugging his scarf.

From that slight tug, his head suddenly detached from his body, smashing into the hard floor, shattering into millions of pieces before it all exploded to dust.

Sans screamed, his eyes glued wide as he stumbled backwards, before he felt something grab his foot.

He whipped his body around, to find his brother again, this time laying flat on the floor. He was greyed out and his eye-sockets had an ooze slowly dripping from them. There were cracks strewn throughout his body. As Sans was distracted he quickly ripped at Sans' leg, sending him straight to the ground, his back slamming harshly into the golden tiles.

Sans tried to scurry out from under him, only to find his brother's strength to be too much, looking up at him in terror.

"B R O T H E R..." Papyrus began, his cold breath sending a shudder through Sans, " W H Y     D I D    Y O U    L E T    T H E M    K I L L    M E?"

Sans tried to speak, but found an oily appendage wrapped tightly around his neck, not allowing him to make a sound as it leaked between his vertebrae, closing off his magic that would allow him to talk.

" I T ' S    A L L    Y O U R    F A U L T." Papyrus' voice echoed though the corridor.

Your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

" I T ' S    T I M E    Y O U     F E L T     W H A T    I    F E L T." Papyrus said, his jaw slowly unhinging, falling to dust. His body soon followed, it all crumbling to nothing but grey powder.

Sans shook the dust off of him in a panic, ripping away the oily tentacle as he jumped up and scuttered backwards, bumping into something else.

He looked over his shoulder, his whole body shaking as he met eyes with Frisk. The child smiled at him. "It will all be over soon~" They giggled, wrapping an arm around his neck, putting him in a headlock.

Sans struggled to escape, just to find that his whole body had seemed to stop functioning, none of his limbs obeying his commands.

He felt the child's warm breath on the back of his neck, before they revealed a needle, putting it in front of his face so he could see it. Sans' eyes shot wide as he saw a glowing red substance in the vile, the child's hands suddenly grew holes in their palms.

He felt the child growing taller and taller behind him, looking up to find Frisk had elongated cracks running from their eyes, blood spilling from them and dripping down their face as they brought the needle up to his neck.

He called for help.

But nobody came.

Frisk giggled at him, as a series of hands appeared behind them. Sans quickly translated it.

"Stay quiet, Sans... do it for them."

He felt the needle stab his neck.

***

Sans snapped awake, screaming before he quickly covered his mouth. His eye felt like it was on fire, making the pain from the bruise ten times worse. He felt his soul buzzing hard and fast, it felt like it was about to burst from his chest at any moment as his body shook uncontrollably.

He squeezed his eye shut, letting the magic slowly diminish inside. He took in deep breaths, trying to control the shudders going through him and tried in vain to slow his soul, but it just kept buzzing.

"it was j-just a d-dream," he told himself, trying to steady his breath. "it's n-not real, it's not r-real, it's not-"

His attention snapped to the creaking of his door hinge as he watched it open. A sleepy eyed child stood in it's frame, rubbing their eyes and clutching a stuffed lamb in one arm, "Sans?" They asked with a yawn, "Was that you yelling?" Their voice was groggy as they squinted towards him.

"n-nope, not me, buddy, you were p-probably just hearin' things, go back to b-bed." He stuttered slightly, but sent them the best smile he could manage.

The child made a grumbling sound before leaning into the frame of the door, "I don't wanna go to bed..."

"c-come on, kid, it's," he looked over at the clock, "five in the m-morning, ya need s-sleep."

Frisk let out an annoyed whine, reeling their head back, "But I'm hungryyyy." They stretched out the last syllable.

Sans sighed, taking note that his soul had already slowed by a lot, "a'right, just gimme a minute to get dressed and i'll get'cha somethin'." Sans said, swinging his shaky leg out of under his covers.

Frisk looked him curiously, noticing him shaking, "Are you okay."

Sans froze, before turning to look at them, "never better, why?"

Frisk frowned, "You don't look okay...are you sure that wasn't you yelling?"

Sans rolled his eye-lights, "kid, i'm pretty sure i'd know if i was yellin'." He was using every will in his body to keep himself still.

Frisk didn't believe him, but sighed, deciding to let it go, "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs... but you don't have to keep everything a secret, Sans... if you can't tell me, the least you can do is tell Papy..." Frisk stood in the door for a moment, before turning and heading down stairs.

Sans waited to hear them hit the last step, before letting his bones go again, releasing a shaky breath. He walked over to his door, closing it, before pulling out his work clothes. He didn't have to be there until eight, but he figured he might as well put on the white dress shirt and pants, then put the vest and bow-tie on later.

He wriggled free of his pajamas, which were sodden in sweat, and pulled on the clean clothes. By the time he had done this, the shakiness he felt earlier had subsided and he was back to normal. He didn't know why he let the stupid terrors shake him so bad, but for some reason they did.

He left his room, and slowly went down the stairs to find Frisk had already turned on the television and was starting up an old Wii game from nearly 50 years ago. Sans was surprised that the old thing still worked.

Frisk heard him and quickly turned smiling, before shouting, "Food!" They bounced on the couch excitedly.

Sans shook his head laughing, "okay, okay, i'm on it," he walked over to the sofa, looking over the top of the sofa at the child "what do you want anyways?"

"Cannnnndy!" Frisk shouted, sending him jazz hands.

He flicked their forehead, "kid, no. you can't have candy for breakfast. i'll get a call from your teachers about you being wound up."

Frisk crossed their arms, "fine...then...I waaaaaant... pancakes." Frisk said with finality.

"pancakes it is then," Sans said with a laugh, taking a step to the kitchen before he caught Frisk giving him a confused expression. "what 's up kid?"

They cocked their head at him, their blue and green eyes turning sullen and pointed at his bruised eye-socket, "Did something happen at work again...?" They asked softly.

Sans froze for a moment, before he sighed, "yeah, something did, but it's fine."

"It doesn't look fine." Frisk said stubbornly, "Doesn't it...hurt?"

"nah," he said with a shrug, lying to their face, "anyway, things happen, can't really go back an' avoid it now."

Frisk furrowed their brows at him, "I don't get it." They said, frustration licking their words, "How come you don't defend yourself?"

Sans looked at them a bit shocked, "kid, monsters can't just fight back. that's not how it works."

"Why not." Frisk said angrily.

Sans didn't want to explain this to them yet, not wanting them to know just how suppressed the monsters were, "kid, it's just how it is."

They crossed their arms, "That's not fair."

"life's usually not, kiddo," Sans said with a sigh, "now let me go make you breakfast... the pancakes will make you feel batter." He winked at them, before spinning on his heels and heading into the kitchen.

Frisk shook their head, half laughing at his pun, their shoulders sagging before they turned back around to play LarioKart, even though they didn't like Lario, they preferred his brother Muigi.

After a few minutes, Frisk heard Sans call them from the kitchen, so they paused their game and hopped off the couch, walking into the kitchen.

Sans saw them walk in, immediately asking, "whipped cream or syrup?"

Frisk thought for a moment, "Whipped cream."

Sans then followed up with, "strawberries or blueberries?"

"Pineapple." Frisk said, nodding.

"pineapple?" Sans asked confused.

Frisk started laughing, knowing he still didn't know what half of the surface foods were. They got an odd enjoyment out of confusing the brothers by naming some food or place they didn't know, just to mess with them.

Sans' face dropped, catching onto the child's 'game', "oh, ha ha, very funny." He rolled his eyes, "just pick before i turn your food into magic and eat it myself."

"Okay! Okay!" Frisk said quickly, even though they knew it was an empty threat, "ummmm, strawbries!"

Sans snickered at how they pronounced it, "okay, 'strawbries' it is."

Frisk rolled their eyes at him as he put the plate in front of them. They looked over at him before asking, "Are you going to eat?"

Sans shrugged, "not that hungry."

Frisk pointed at the blueberries, "Well, at least eat those!"

Sans raised a brow at them, "why?"

Frisk pointed at his eye, "Magic food makes things heal faster. So do the thingy that makes it magic and eat it." Frisk didn't say it, but they were also worried about his eating habits. They never saw him eat, and when he did he usually wouldn't finish what was in front of him.

Sans shook his head at the child before sighing, "okay, whatever brings joy." he put his hand over the bowl, doing some sort of magic thing that Frisk couldn't figure out, before taking one of the berries of tossing it into his mouth.

Frisk quickly finished eating, even though they were disappointed that Sans only ate a few before stopping.

Frisk then went back to their game, while Sans sat at the table doing what looked like bills to Frisk. He seemed to be stressed out but when Frisk asked if he was okay, he just waved them off.

Eventually Papyrus came down and ate some leftover spaghetti before joining Frisk in gaming, until 7:30 hit and it was time for Papyrus to go to school with Frisk, and for Sans to head off to work. Sans put on his vest and tie, and grabbed his coat, while Frisk and Papyrus quickly grabbed their tablets and bags for school. They said their goodbyes, or in Papyrus' case, 'see you laters', before heading their separate ways.

Sans finally made it to the diner, unlocking the door and walking in to find Grillby waving at him at the counter.

Sans sighed, knowing he had to go through another day of angry customers. But remembered...

They were worth it.