((Guess who forgot this fic again?
...Me. It was me. I forgot I even had chapters left to post. These have been sitting here since last year oh my God I feel so bad-
Well, in other news..
The gang is listening to music today, my darling bitches. Self-indulgent fic go brr-))

They didn't like the sight below them. It was strange. They.. knew what everything they saw was, each filling each other's gaps, but the memories of a distant past resided within as well. Occasionally thoughts blended together and became the thoughts of something more.

They/he didn't like this. The world's life- it's lungs, so to speak- were being eaten away by humans. So much devastation. It awakened a dull anger inside, one largely squashed by the fear. Humans held so much power now, so much that they themselves could barely comprehend. It was not right.

The flying raft began to slow, and Sans blinked back to the present as Napstablook shook his head, banking to the side.
"We close, Andalé?" He asked, glancing at the back of the avian skull on the end of the plank.
It's beak clattered before the owner emerged around the corner inside the balsaérea. "Si, we are. Come inside now, yes? We worry. Your brother especially."

Sans winced, knowing the effects of how he left would leave scars.
"Gimme a sec, will you? Been thinking here." He drummed his phalanges on the bone acting as a rail. Andalé hummed, retreating into the main room.

As the dragon began lazily circling the sky raft from high above, Sans listened to the quiet conversation inside, not bothering to actually pick out words from the babble. The balsaérea was dipping slowly, directing itself to a broad space between trees, where hundreds of stones and plaques covered the ground, joined by a few scattered stone buildings. Frisk mentally snorted, recognizing the place for what it was.

The dragon eventually teleported to the ground, gliding a dozen feet before flapping and coming to a stop, landing elegantly amidst a portion of the vast field that was flat gravemarkers. The air was silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves as their footsteps slid across the trim grass.

Soon the raft settled in the corner of the field, in an area left barren of stone, waiting for more of the dead to bury in it's unmarked plots. The dragon sedately strode over, picking around gravestones with slight unease.

Spade was the first to step into the front cabin, waving shyly at Sans as Papyrus appeared behind him, mildly anxious. The tallest of them quickly scooped up Sans, undeniably afraid of losing him again. There was only so long he could go without seeing him now. Sans could only silently curse Gaasyendietha for what the piasa halfling had done.

"Is this some kind of religious place?" Spade whispered loudly, taking in the eerie place.
"..In part." Sans admitted. "It's a graveyard, where humans bury their dead underground. Every statue, every carved stone, every plaque represents a human life that came and went, their bodies somewhere underneath."

Spade promptly hopped back on the raft, afraid of touching the ground.
"They really just stick around when they die? No dusting?" Candara whispered.
"Uh.. yes and no? Their bodies slowly come apart. Y'know when you pick a flower and after a while it just kinda falls apart? That, but many, many times grosser. Bugs and bad smells are involved. Humans can choose to turn their bodies to dust as an alternative, though. Specifically ash. They put the ashes in an urn or something and keep it or spread it somewhere like dust."

".. That's actually really monster-y of them." Constantia noted in surprise.
"We are not all that different from humanity." Sans agreed quietly.

Andalé worked himself through the crowd, stepping off the plank with a huff.
"Come now, it is safe to walk here. I would not set us on the dead."
"There are no dead humans here?" Candara asked.
"Note the lack of gravestones." Lewi pointed out, already several paces away from the raft.

"I don't know, it's really creepy." Cabana admitted, hesitantly stepping out on the grass. Charqui squeezed out behind her, Ollie close on her tail feathers.
"I rather think it's sort of beautiful. Like us, they become one with the earth, taken in by the grass and trees and little critters in the ground. It just takes longer because they have so much more to give." The avian explained lightly.

"That's so sweet." Cabana smiled as everyone else found it in themselves to leave the balsaérea.
"Why did we have to land in dead human land, though?" Candara asked. "And why don't they visit it?"

"Hümåñ$ ₱rē£er +o lêa√è th€ír dèâd tø £adë ãwᥠiñ pêā¢e. Thē¥ ßelïe√e +hëir dēâd mü$t rés+." Gaster explained with surprising gentleness, lowering his shapeless form to touch the grass.
"Thëîrs ïs ā løπēly á£terlīf€."

"....That is lonely." Bodoni murmured, glancing out across the graves in uncertainty.
"I want to respect their culture, but all the same their fallen might appreciate a reminder of life?"
"Leave their dead to the earth. It is their choice to muse on the past until they are ready to move on." Sans spoke in a strange tone with unexpected wisdom, staring at the stones with swirling, blue-yellow eyelights tinged in silver.

"..Whoa. Okay. I wasn't expecting old bones talk from you." Spade noted in shock.
Sans blinked at him, hanging from Papyrus's arm.
"Ouch. That hurt. I'm only 105!" He defended.
"Wait, really?" Cabana asked. "I figured your were 120-something."

"What? No! We're not there yet!" Papyrus yelped as Gaster started chuckling.
"Thé¥ ārë ñøt s0 £àr frôm ¥oür agé$."
"Except Candara, he's barely out of his stripes!" Spade teased as said skeleton turned orange.
"I'm 75!"
"Not even centennial yet." He winked as he stuck out a green tongue.
"Spade!" He sputtered.
"Oh hey, the humans are here." Sans interrupted, startling everyone into looking at him even as he grinned back.

"Where..?" Constantia trailed in confusion before Triton spoke up, pointing. "I think they're in the metal wheeled thing over there."
"A car?!" Papyrus exclaimed excitedly, turning.
"That's what a car is??" Candara questioned, the group meandering closer to the large olive vehicle approaching.

"Are you sure it's them and not some random humans?" Bodoni asked cautiously.
"It's them." Sans assured even as the car slowed, tires crunching along the gravel path.
"I hear yelling." Cabana pointed out.
"That's because they brought a friend."

It was then that Papyrus took a deep breath and strode forward, a picture of confidence despite Sans knowing full well that it was a facade, swinging under his arm.
The muffled arguing got louder as he approached, only stuttering to a halt when Papyrus was a few paces away.

The window rolled down, revealing an unfamiliar woman with Thomas in the seat across from her.
"..Hi? Sir? Ma'am?" She greeted tensely.
"Greetings! I am the Great Papyrus- he/him, and this is my brother Sans, he/they!" He added pronouns for clarity as he lifted the smaller, who waved. "'Sup, Wheelie. Isn't he the coolest?"

"Thank you, yes, I am of course very cool." He posed for a moment, sockets cracked open to take in the bewildered expression with a hint of concern. He then swept out his gloved hand to the others, many hesitantly coming closer.
"And these are our friends and family! We are here because some of us wanted to chat and all that about helping more humans familiarize themselves with our- especially my- greatness!"

"Oh really?" She asked softly, a hint amused. There was a faint red-orange flash in his otherwise lightless sockets and he straightened.
"Why of course! We were under the impression that this would be the rendezvous point!"

"Well.." She glanced back at Thomas with a withering gaze before resuming the pleasant one from before.
"I should apologize, I wasn't expecting such a.. large and unique group to be visiting. I'm Thomas's here mom, Sandra Youngblood; here in the back with us is Nigel Fredrickson and Essence Hanaña. We do have a place you can meet, and I am so sorry but we won't have the space for you to sleep there? I'm not quite sure everyone can fit in the car, I've never driven around so many.. unique individuals before." She smiled apologetically, a glint of panic in her eyes.

"Don't worry, once we get there we can help the rest over too." Sans grinned lazily.
"It's a bit of a long drive."
Here he blinked. "How many miles?" He asked a bit more seriously.
"62." Thomas spoke up, Sandra shooting him a look while the skeleton considered this.
"...Yeah, I can manage that." He shrugged.

"Are you sure? It sounds like a big number! How big is a mile again?" Papyrus asked.
"No, I can do it, just fly 'em halfway over an' shortcut the rest across." He gestured, regarding the others, raising his voice slightly.
"Question is who's riding in the car and who's goin' overhead."

Candara, without question, immediately stepped closer. "I still hate flying." He proclaimed.
"You've been in the air nonstop for over a week now." Sans marvelled incredulously.
"And I still hate it. I feel like I'm gonna fall into the sky. There's no ceiling!"

"We'll travel up above. Being trapped in small spaces isn't something I love." Ollie decided, all the other Void monsters gathering close.
"YOU'RE STILL RHYMING!" Constantia hollered in disbelief.
"It literally never stops." Sans snorted. "Just get used to it."

"It's worse than the puns!" Cabana shook her hands angrily.
"Oh there is nothing worse than Sans's weak taste in puns!" Papyrus proclaimed hotly.
"Are you saying I should put more backbone into them?" Sans grinned devilishly.
Papyrus squinted at him and he turned away with a wheeze.

By then, Andalé had herded the others into two groups, retreating to stand with the one by the dragon. "Oh is that it? Y'all gonna leave the pair of us bonely over here?"
"I am leaving. I am walking away." Papyrus deadpanned, striding over to the rest.
"D'aaaaaawwwwww." Sans leaned on the car, momentarily forgetting the puzzled humans inside.

Hesitating, Papyrus spun around and marched back, scooping him up.
"Paps, I'm not going anywhere."
"I know, I just.." He didn't finish the statement, glancing at the humans before hugging him tighter.
Sans accepted it, though not without a silent promise to at least yell at Gaasyendietha when next he met the dragon. He knew he would probably be a good deal harsher if they ever did meet.

"Are we traveling in the carriage thing? Car?" Bodoni asked. "Is that even okay?" He addressed the humans then, ignoring the awkward moment.
"Well I guess so." Sandra responded dully, pressing something on the inside of her door, resulting in a series of clunks sounding throughout the vehicle. "Please be careful."

Sans popped open the side door with a wave and gestured to the others with a grin, Papyrus scoffing at it while Constantia nervously peaked in, leaning over from behind to see. Essence, wearing a grey tank top and ripped jeans, waved at him shyly.

He stood there awkwardly before Asriel shoved his muzzle through, grinning.
"There are seats behind these!" He explained excitedly before clambering his way through.
"Oh shoot, there are! There's so much sitting space!" He noted as Asriel pushed the first seats forward with a click. "You can come back here if you're nervous sitting close to them!" He offered before falling back as an orange lizard hopped through.
"I want to ride on the ground." Ania spoke, shuffling in behind Nigel and peering out the window.

"This is pretty neat!" Spade exclaimed while following, scooting into place. Constantia quickly followed, feeling a lot more confident as he dragged Triton after him, the smaller grabbing onto his beret for fear of losing it. By then there no more room as five bodies- even if three were skeletons- were shoved into the row of seats.

Sans shoved the front seat back down and it clicked into place, allowing Papyrus to set him inside and crawl after, scrunching down and still being a little too big. "I am sorry, it appears cars were not made with skeletons of my greatness in mind." Papyrus apologized, practically squeezing in and glancing worriedly at Candara, Bodoni and Cabana left outside.

"Hey ma'am?" Asriel called out to the front.
"Is it okay to fit some of us in the very back? They're all skeletons, so they'll be okay!"
"That's technically illegal." She started, turned in her seat.
"It's illegal to put humans in the back." Sans pointed out. "Besides, we all have blue magic. We'll be fine. Shove 'em in, kid."

With a cackle sounding particularly like Chara, he turned and outright picked up Spade and tossed him over the headrests as the other yelped.
A moment later he popped back up, blinking. "Did you just throw me, you fluffy twerp?"

He then ducked back down as Constantia was sent tumbling over as well, landing atop Spade with several clanks as they both cried out.
"My face- not my- ack!" "Sorry! Stop throwing us!"

By then the prince had shifted into the form of a flower, vines reaching out to shove the seats back across as they also faced Triton.
The small, brown-lighted skeleton took initiative and scrambled into the back in mild panic, landing with a slight thud.
"Are you okay?" Sandra called out in concern and he popped back up, giving a thumbs up.

"..When could you turn into a plant?" Cabana asked slowly, cautiously shoving Candara in front of her. "H-hey!" He protested, but the currently plant-ified Asriel wasn't trying to toss him with the rest, vines simply coiling back.
"So the plant thing's not normal?" Nigel asked, a little freaked out.

"Long story short, he died and got brought back as a flower. He can turn into his old self and back again, though." Sans waved it off.
"Is death just not even a thing for monsters and magic people??" Essence questioned existentially.

"Oh it definitely is a thing, someone just found a way to bring back the freaking dead on their side of the Underground." Candara gestured at Sans, Papyrus and Asriel wildly.
"Well, kinda." Asriel corrected. "My dust was just scattered on one flower and so many other things. I don't think it can really be repeated? Alphys did figure out how to stop monsters from Falling Down, though!"
"That's basically the same thing." Candara argued.

Asriel shook his petaled head as the seats were pulled back into place, allowing Bodoni to fit in and hesitantly shut the door.
Sandra regarded them all, mahogany curls bouncing as she frowned. "Well.. those of you that can, buckle up?"

Several pairs of eyesockets regarded her in surprise.
"What does that mean?" Spade asked.
Her mouth fell open in an O, before Asriel snorted, tugging at a strap on the seat and buckling Ania in. "It's this." He said in a different, slightly harsher and nasally voice. He then froze for a moment, coughing.
"Um, that's how. It's basically to protect folks in case cars crash."

"Huh. I can actually see the utility in that." Bodoni noted as he fumbled with it curiously.
"I had no idea! You never see this used in hunan movies!" Papyrus pondered.
"I.. wouldn't say movies are the best representation of society." Nigel mentioned, uncomfortably pressed between Essence and Sans.

"I see.. our films are similar in that regard as well! However, I do wish anime was real." He shook his skull in disappointment.
"Same." Thomas agreed before pausing, Asriel speaking up.
"It feels like we're living in an anime lately."
Papyrus frowned at that. "It's not as great as it sounds, isn't it?"
"No, it isn't."

"Anyway." Sans raised his voice, flicking his hand with blue as all the other seatbelts abruptly clicked into place.
"Oh so you both have ridiculous control over your magic?!" Bodoni cried.
Sans snorted. "Nah, Paps is better with his attacks, I'm better at the blue."
"Let me guess; your dad's better at both?" Cabana said drily as Sandra snapped out of her shock and shifted the car into gear.

Sans turned to peer at her over the seat.
"No, he was actually best at his personal hand attacks. He used them for basically everything. His blue sucked."
"It was good enough to lift us above him when we fell." Ania commented calmly.

Sans's eyelights died and he went stiff, everyone glancing uneasily between him and the lizard monster.
After a long pause, he faced forward again, sockets still dark as he fell silent.
"That was really harsh." Asriel told her before Sans spoke up.
"I'm sorry."

She tilted her head, blank white eyes studying him somehow through the seat.
"You were barely older than I was. It was my fault it happened."
"You were just a little kid, it's normal to tri-"
"I was running on a thin path."
"You were thirteen." He stressed, eyelights shifting to a yellowish hue as he looked through the seat at her.

"Sans.." Papyrus started. Nigel shifted awkwardly as far as he could, Essence not saying a word as she twisted to get away as well.
"Paps, she was thirteen!"
"You said it was an accident!" Candara blurted out in a panic, desperate to alleviate the situation.

That finally gave Sans pause, blinking hollowly.
Ania spoke in her forever eerily calm, oddly blank voice as she peered out the window at the trees passing by.
"I am not upset over what happened, Sans. I don't think I can be. I can only say that I wish you didn't hate yourself for a mistake that was not even yours. You simply escaped the same fate. If anything, it is because you didn't meet the same fate that we were able to escape at all. Can you not be grateful for how well our outcome has become because of you?" Her gaze slid over to stare at the back of the seat where Sans was. He didn't reply, simply tugging his hood over his skull.

They could all see Sandra glancing repeatedly at them through the mirror at the head of the car, attached to the window via a suction cup.
Thomas hesitantly reached for some of the dials on the dashboard. "What if we played some music?" He suggested, also looking back with an expression that clearly didn't envy his two friends.

Sandra made a noise of displeasure while most of the skeletons present stared pleadingly.
"Maybe pick a calmer song than you usually listen to?" His mother suggested.
"Well, I was honestly thinking something kinda classic?" He suggested shyly, pulling out his phone. After a moment, the vehicle loudly announced. "Bluetooth connected."

"Is that an AI??" Bodoni questioned, slightly alarmed by the voice.
"No, it's just a notification." Essence replied in a low voice. "He just connected his phone to the car and all that."
"But I don't see any wires?"
"It's wireless. That's the point of Bluetooth."

There were several gaping expressions as Papyrus remained silent, trying to hold his brother's hand in an attempt at comfort.
There was another jolt as a new voice spoke.
"So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?"

Spade collapsed back at the abrupt drums, Constantia ducking away as well while Triton slammed his hands over his skull.
There was an electric guitar playing a melody as the volume dropped.
"Sorry, sorry." Thomas apologized quickly.

"I mean, Bastille?" Essence asked. Thomas shrugged as a chorus began.
"Watching through my. Fingers. Watching through my. Fingers."
"It was there." He explained through the music.

"Shut my eyes and count to ten.. it goes in one ear out the other, oh- one ear out the other, oh.
Burning bright right 'til the end. Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs."
"Watching through my. Fingers. Watching through my. Fingers."

"In my thoughts you're far away, whistl-ing a melo-dy, whistl-ing a melo-dy.
Crystalizing clear as day, oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily-"
"What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the wooorld, oh."

Essence started quietly singing along with the next quartet.
"Every minute and every hour, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re. Every stumble and each misfire, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re."
"Watching through my. Fingers. Watching through my. Fingers."

She stopped short as Sans started humming along, only really audible from next to him. No one could see his face under the hood, but there was silver, blue and red light faintly reflecting off his pants.
"Caught off guard by your favorite song, I'd been dancing at a funer-al, dancing at a funer-al.
Sleeping in the clothes you loved, it's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn-"

Asriel joined his high voice in faintly singing along, making just about everyone blink in surprise and confusion.
"What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the woorld, oh."
"Every minute and every hour, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re. Every stumble and each misfire, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re."

Cutting to an interlude, the woman's voice from before returned with a slight echo, no one singing or humming to it.
"If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle. Now stop worrying and go and get dressed."

The humming returned with the next verse, sounding strangely radiant and off, almost like a harmonic ring before he started mumbling along in a voice that wasn't even entirely his own. Asriel wasn't much different with a second voice faintly melding with his own, yet still distinct.

"You might have to excuse me, I've lost control of all of my senses. You might have to excuse me, I've lost control of all of my wo-or-rds."
Nigel leaned back as both got slightly louder, Thomas now shifting with wide eyes to peer back at Sans specifically.
"So get drunk, call me a fool, put me in my place, put me in my place- pick me up. Up off the floor. Put me in my place, put me in my plaa-a-ce."

"Every minute and every hour, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re. Every stumble and each misfire, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re."
"Watching through my. Fingers. Watching through my. Fingers!"
"'Cause every minute and every hour, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-or-re!"

Things fell silent, leaving only the sound of the engine and the road.
"Good Grief was a nice pick, thank you." Asriel raised his voice slightly, rubbing his red eyes.
"I didn't even know humans had such.. fun sounding sad songs." Candara mumbled.
"It can be a way to cope with grief." Ania explained lightly, unaffected by the mood in the car.

"Do you have something less sad?" Cabana asked quietly.
"My bad, I honestly forgot it was about coping." Thomas shrugged, scrolling on his phone and glancing at Sans every few seconds.
"You know what? No. No. They deserve to know some real music, I'm showing them some real American culture." Sandra abruptly asserted, turning onto the emergency lane on the highway and slowing, fishing out her phone.

"Mom." Thomas quietly begged.
"It's only fair. All the music is the same nowadays. They deserve an actual classic, not some Avant-garde nonsense."
"Disconnected." The car announced as Thomas sighed.
"Connected."

"I mean, I guess it's fair?" Essence offered.
"At least turn your volume down." Thomas pointed out, ignoring her.
"I know, I know, don't want to hurt little fluffy ears." She muttered, shaking her head before setting her phone on a holder and tapping the screen with a flourish.

"CARRY ON, MY WAYWARD SOOONN. THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE." Everyone yelped at the sudden chorus, and the car gleamed blue as it was lifted a few inches off the tarmac for a split second, Sans's left eyelight flaring.

"OKAY." Thomas shouted over it, turning a dial frantically. "I am so sorry, I didn't realize it was that loud!" She cried, the music paused.
"Fucking. Wayward Son?" Sans questioned intensely.

"You know it?" Nigel shot back in surprise.
"Yes!" Papyrus yelped. "It was on a tape we found in the dumps a few years ago, but it was smashed later on. It was your favorite!" He grinned before the smile wavered.
"Now that I think about it.. I see why."

"Oh now I'm really interested." Bodoni perked up as Sandra started easing into the traffic again.
"I really am sorry it was so loud, I keep forgetting it resets to the top volume every time I connect to the car." She apologized genuinely.

"Why does it do that?" Spade asked, rubbing his skull. "It's just a thing that happens." Thomas shrugged.
"Is it still okay to play it or is that too much?" His mother offered.
"Just as long as it's not that loud again." Constantia remarked.
"It should be fine now." She assured.

Papyrus beamed and Sans chuckled softly before the music was unpaused, the only warning they had before the taller immediately started singing along.
"Lay your weary head to reeest. Don't you cry no mooore." The last half of the stanza completed before an electric guitar blared to life.

It kept playing, Papyrus imitating the riffs in glee, checking on his brother every few seconds as a smile slowly crept up on his face. It wound up, then fell back down to a faint chorus, Papyrus nudging Sans. "You should sing with me!" He practically shook the smaller.
Sans shook his skull with a tired smile and scoffed, but still together they sang with a piano accompaniment.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion.
I was soaring ever higher..
But I flew too high.
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man.
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man.
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming..
I can hear them say…"

Sandra playfully joined the chorus with with a far easier smile than before.
"Carry on, my wayward sooo-onn.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to reeeesst.
Don't you cry no mooore."

The guitar returned and Asriel leaned forward in eagerness.
"Sans, I didn't know you could sing!"
He immediately turned blue, staring at the floorboard of the car.
"It's.. been a hot minute since I did."
"Well you're really good!" Cabana complimented, and he tugged his hood further down in embarrassment as Papyrus snickered, nodding at the others.

"The song is super fun! What's it mean, though?" Constantia asked before Papyrus shook his skull and started singing along to the next bit, shaking Sans until he shyly joined in as well.
"Masquerading as a man with a reason.
My charade is the event of the season!
And if I claim to be a wise man, well,
It surely means that I don't knooowww..
On a stormy sea of moving emotion,
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean!
I set a course for winds of fortunnee…
But I hear the voices say.."

The driver joined in a quieter voice than before, partly in appreciation for the baritone ringing throughout the vehicle alongside a more average singer that cracked slightly.
"Carry on my wayward sooo-oonn.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to reeesst.
Don't you cry no mooore- no!"
It whipped into a riff that Papyrus imitated, Essence laughing at the sight as Nigel snorted.

"This is awesome!" Candara exclaimed, Asriel bouncing beside him as the riffs continued, intense but positively entertaining.
"Carry on! You will always remember! Carry on! Nothing equals the splendor! Now your life's no longer eeemptyy; sure heaven foorr yyoouuu!"

While the brothers carried on effortlessly into the chorus, the rest paused before they recognized it and sang along, slipping up on the ending.
"Carry on my wayward sooo-oonn.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to reeesst.
Don't you cryyyyyyy-"
"Don't you cry no mmooooooooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhh-oh-oh-ooohhhhahoooooooh!" Papyrus belted the last part even as Sans snickered into his hands.

"No moooooooooaaaaaaahhh-oh-oh-oooohhhaaoore!" Papyrus copied the lead voice in glee.
It kept going for what felt like nearly a minute before the song came crashing to a close.
"Whoooo!" Asriel threw up his arms in excitement as Bodoni started clapping. Cabana quickly followed, then the others started applauding as well, filling the car with the clattering of boney hands.

"It has been a while since I heard that song, thank you!" Papyrus was ecstatic, arm draped over Sans, who was just sitting with a familiar smile.
"Couple years?" Sandra suggested, also grinning.
"I believe.. almost twenty years?" He tapped his jaw thoughtfully.
"Oh? How old are you?" She furrowed her brow in surprise.
"102!" Papyrus chirped.
"What."