((10375 Words. It also gets a little fucked up.))

The hour was late and the unfamiliar house was dark. The only light to be seen in many rooms was the set of shifting eyelights of the skeleton wandering about, locating a kitchen.

Sans paused at the figure already at the fridge, grinning maniacally and upturning a bottle of sauce over their open maw.
He watched the other guzzle for a moment, then gag and pause, sleeve wiping teeth. Then he quietly coughed.

Spade jolted, slamming the bottle into the fridge and closing the door, stiffly facing him before relaxing.
"I thought you were a human." He whispered loudly. "I shouldn't have done that."
Sans just snorted. "I basically had the same idea. Were you curious?"
"Human barbeque sauce? Absolutely. You like ketchup, right? Wanna try?"

Walking up, Sans grinned. "It's not Grilby's, but ketchup is ketchup. How's the sauce?" He asked in equally hushed tones, opening the fridge himself.
"Not bad. Richer taste, but I feel a little nauseous now.."
"It's a dense food." Sans shrugged, grabbing the Heinz. "You should be careful. It takes a while to build up a good tolerance, especially for ones like us."

"How do you do it? I barely remember the Surface anymore.. and I'm what, 40 years older than you?"
"Give or take." He shrugged, shaking the bottle. "And, well, I know so much partly because of Frisk, y'know?"
"Partly?"
"...I think Candara told you already." He replied lowly.

"...That time business? Resets, you called it?"
"Yeah.."
"You know. I think you need therapy."
Sans snorted loudly in the silence, leaning on the fridge to snicker.
"Ooohhh believe me, I know." His voice raised slightly.
"But how could I even begin to explain all my baggage?"
"Beats me, but it's worth trying."
"Maybe. Maybe." He then chuckled. "Mayhaps."
"I thinketh thee art fucking tired." Spade said drily, and Sans guffawed.

"Noli me rideat." He fired back.
"Thou should go the fucketh to bed." Spade continued to butcher two variants of English together, modern and middle.
"That's not how you say it-" Sans snickered.
Spade grinned wider. "Thee shoulede gī bihofþe bede."

"Ugh, no." He groaned despite his grin. "I never bothered learning Middle."
"But you know Latin?" Spade asked.
"That's notoriously hard to find books for!"
"I found a textbook." He winked.
"How many textbooks did you find?" He was now genuinely curious.

Sans just shrugged, squirting ketchup in his mouth. "I found more than textbooks, y'know."
"Like what?" Grassy hued eyelights studied him.
"Stuff like my clothes." Before he went on, Spade lit up. "The blue jacket? Those were human clothes? I never noticed."
"Every last bit of it. Best finds of my life, my slippers especially. Best footwear."
"How did you find a pair together?"
"Some human threw out a perfectly good pair of shoes still in the box. Or maybe it was dropped in the river by accident, who knows? It worked out for me."

"I genuinely didn't realize we could wear human clothes until I saw you in new ones." Spade admitted.
"We're really not all that different from humans. Structurally, anyway. In shape." He snorted.
"However my bro's just a little too tall to fit in most human clothes."
"How did that even happen? You of all people ending up.. so small in comparison to him. He might be the tallest skele I ever seen."

"Who am I to know? Maybe I was just stressed too much when I was younger."
"You actually had to raise your brother?"
"Yep."
"You're literally two years apart!"
"You say that like no one helped."
"Did anyone?"
"Pretty much. Even got Asgore to help."
"You got the king-" "Shh. And yeah, I did. He's just a softie. Inside and out."

Spade snorted softly. "I never met him. I.. remember seeing him once? Very long time ago, if you can even call it seeing him. It was a big crowd?"
"Public address?" Sans asked.
"I'm pretty sure it was. Do you remember anything from then? Or were you too young?"

Sans frowned, leaning on the fridge. "I'm not sure how to put this, but.. I." He glanced at the bottle in his hand. "I don't just remember my own life anymore, if that makes sense."
"Is it Frisk's memories?"
"A little."
"Napstablook??"
"Saecshiun."

Spade paused, remembering the name. It took a moment to find his voice again. "You have.. a dragon's memories?"
"Y'zatae didn't just mess up my feet and give me claws and call it a day. Hell, maybe what she really did just gave me that as a side effect." He scoffed irritably, gaze drifting distantly to the side.

"Y'zatae is the giant octopus, isn't she?"
"Yep." He pushed off the fridge, opening it and looking through the contents as he returned the ketchup.
"Wanna sandwich?" He asked.
"No thanks, I don't think I can handle anymore human food."
"S'not if we make it. I don't think they'll miss a bit of bread and butter. Peanut butter."

"How are you eating so much of the stuff without getting sick anyway?"
Sans didn't reply, simply grabbing jelly and peanut butter. "I don't keep this in the fridge, but whatever." He shrugged and closed the door, lifting the loaf on the counter with blue magic as more tore a paper towel from a nearby roll.
"Sans?" Spade asked hesitantly.

Setting two slices on the sheet over the counter, Sans faced him, pointing in the direction of the backyard.
"I have a whole other half and a ghost to deal with and you can't figure out why I'm hungry."
Spade stepped back, hands up as Sans started opening drawers in search of utensils.
"Sorry, I hadn't thought of that. Is it a sore point for you?"

He paused as he found them, staring for a moment. "It's.. I don't like thinking about it too much. It's easier to just leave it in the background than focus on it. Otherwise I'll have to think about how I'm not really a skeleton anymore. Maybe I never was." His eyelights flared in several colors as he leaned heavily on the counter, knife in one hand.

"Hey." Spade spoke quietly, unsure of what to do. "I don't think you have to be.. just one thing? I think you're hung up on just being one thing. I think you can be several things at once. Like look-" He paused when he realized he was getting no reaction from the other except erratically shifting eyelight colors.

"Hey." He repeated, grabbing his shoulder and flinching as it sparked. Sans finally shifted slightly, eyelights flicking over to him.
"You're not one or the other. You're both. I'm staring at a skeleton and there's a dragon outside but I know they're both you. Snap out of it already."

He stared for a long moment, then shakily lifted his hand before seeing the knife. His eyelights flashed blue, red and a hint of violet before it dropped with a metallic clatter on the tile floor.
"Okay." Spade muttered, flying it back up only to hesitate at the indents left on the metal handle.

"Is your hand okay?" He leaned over to ask. Sans just stared at said hand for a moment. "Just.. aches." He mumbled.
"Look, you're going through a lot. Let me make it, will you? As cool as watching you teleport things around may be, it's not worth it."

Sans just quietly stepped back, leaning on the island behind him. He looked.. tired. Spade winced in sympathy, turning to the ingredients.
In the silence that ensued, he had the time to cringe at the damaged butter knife and glance at the remarkably short skeleton behind him, Sans appearing to almost be sleeping on his feet.
Actually.. was he?

"Do human pb&j's taste very different from usual?" He asked, blinking as Sans jolted, huffing.
"Did you just fall asleep?" He asked, handing over the sandwich and choking as the other clamped down on it downright ferociously, eyelights catlike with only black slits in the middle as they shifted through yellow, silver and blue.

Sans then regarded him, the feral look fading. "Uh.. repeat that." He mumbled.
"Human sandwiches. Do they taste very different?"
Now leaning on the counter with a more relaxed pose, he shrugged.
"Depends who makes 'em. There's a difference. Human makes human 'wich, it's.. notably thick? The peanut butter is a lot thicker. But the same human made ingredients but another monster and it's softer. Tori specifically, somehow she makes 'em almost fluffy. Heh." He glanced to the side in thought as Spade regarded the peanut butter in curiosity.

"Is the peanut butter the same straight out of the jar?"
"Go ahead and try it." Sans gestured before shoving the last of the sandwich past his maw with a glint of shockingly sharp triangular teeth behind his second set of fangs.
"Whoa." Spade blinked in slight alarm as Sans regarded him quizzically.

"First of all, why are your secondaries out? And two, why do they look like that?"
"Hmm?"
"You know.. triangular?"
Clearing his throat, he shrugged. "No id- actually that's a lie, I have an idea. Always been like that, though."
"Why are they even out? I thought you said peanut butter was.. oh screw it." He jammed the knife in the jar, forcing out a wad and shoving it in his mouth.

Sans snorted when he immediately was concerned. "Ihs thicc." He slurred in alarm. Sans just casually lifted a hand, flicking a phalange as he opened cabinets. A moment later he floated a plastic cup to the fridge, filling it with water and giving it to the still struggling Spade.

Chugging half of it, Spade coughed, wincing. "How do you even eat that?" He questioned in disbelief.
"That was creamy peanut butter." Sans noted in amusement. "That's a pretty friendly variety."
"Ugh, it was like my jaw was stuck." He groaned, putting the lid on the jar.
Sans just chuckled. "Human food is just a lot of textures."
"Including the muting texture?" Spade snarked.

Sans paused before understanding, snorting. "Well they don't have any magic to work with, so they compensate. It takes a little getting used to for most of it, but they have a whole range of flavors and textures in foods. We only have a portion of what they have. It's fascinating."

"Hm." Spade regarded the jar in slight distaste.
"You know.." Sans started. "If we didn't have magic, our food would be the same."
Spade huffed. "Freaky thing to imagine."
"Definitely."

There was a comfortable silence before Sans drifted the knife out of Spade's hand, turning and moving for the sink, washing it off. Spade started tying the bread up before Sans stopped him.
"I'll make another."
"Wait, why?"
"Believe it or not, I'm still hungry."

He silently set out another two slices, stepping back as Sans returned with the dull blade, quietly making a second one as Spade watched.
He then slapped the slices together and shoved the entire sandwich in his mouth. Spade gasped at it.

"That's a bit much?" He was immediately alarmed when Sans growled lowly at him.
"Okay." He held his hands up at the distinctly feral sound, stepping away. He was starting to recognize how the yellow seemed connected to Sans's.. wilder side. He filed that knowledge away for later. This was a skeleton who just happened to also be a dragon, after all. …Which was weird to think about too much.

As the shorter relaxed, he hesitantly tapped the jar. "I just don't know why you didn't ask for more before if you were so hungry."
Staring at it, Sans mumbled. "You all need to eat too." Huffing, he pushed it further back. "It's not enough. Why can't it be enough."

"Just have another one?" Spade offered, reaching for the knife.
"No. No, no.." He turned away, glaring at the wall. "That's too much. Just guests here." There was a silver ring growing at the edge of his mostly yellow eyelights. Spade noticed with growing alarm that the other's jaw hung slightly open, shockingly serrated extra set of teeth in the open. In the darkness of the kitchen, it gave the small, usually rounded, friendly skeleton a wild, dangerous look. His eyelights wandered about hungrily before resting on Spade.

They stared at one another for a moment before Sans quickly looked away, wincing slightly. Spade found he was even more unsettled by how the shorter had stared only at his shirt, never once meeting his own lights.
Spade crouched down closer to his level. "What do you think you can eat?"

To his surprise, Sans vanished in arcs of cerulean light that briefly illuminated the kitchen. Spade was still blinking when he heard the fridge opening, Sans staring inside. He took a step forward before an enormous, heavy fwap sounded from somewhere overhead, a moment later a more muted, faint flap again made him realize.
The dragon was just flying away.

"Where is.. the dragon going?" He hesitated on what name to use. Sans? Napstablook? Saecshiun?
Sans, eerily enough, did not reply. Instead, he continued going through the fridge, tilting his skull at the containers full of a thick soup of some kind. He grabbed the largest tupper and carried it to the counter, setting it down as the door swung shut.

"Are you sure you can eat that? It's.. a lot of human food. We don't even have permission." Spade muttered, concerned as the other ignored him with mostly yellow eyelights nearly filling his entire sockets as he opened the container, lifting the bowl again.

There was a click, and suddenly the light was on. Spade spun, sockets wide as he was now staring at the rather tall human named Thomas.
"Um. This.. is not what it looks like?"

"Are you hungry?" Thomas asked blearily, hair a mess as he squinted confusedly at Sans, who was still focused on literally downing the contents of the bowl.
"Is that our gumbo?"

"I'm sorry, he's just.. complained about being really hungry before he just sort of.. checked out mentally? It's a little creepy. Again I'm sorry."
Thomas just shrugged, a little weirded out himself. "Midnight munchies happen to everyone I guess." He kept his voice low as well.

"But we can't eat that much human food, Sans is just… look at him!" He whispered louder, gesturing even as Sans seemed to finish the entire container. Now Thomas got a look at his currently enormous, catlike eyelights.
"Oh that's weird."

He stepped back as Sans headed for the fridge again. "Is he still hungry? That was literally all the gumbo."
"I'm seriously concerned at this point." Spade muttered, surprised to be agreeing with a human as Sans found some sliced meat, shoving it in his mouth.
Thomas recoiled, eyes wide. "He has two sets of teeth." He stated in horror.
"You don't?" Spade blinked.
"No??" Thomas raised his voice slightly in bewilderment. "Skeletons have two sets of teeth??"
"Well his are just.. out right now. And not normal. Those aren't normal secondaries, his are just creepy." He shivered. "I don't know what's up with him. We were just talking like a minute ago."

"I did not know you had two sets of teeth." Thomas muttered in horror.
"I guess that makes sense, no one really leaves theirs out." Spade shrugged, watching Sans go through the fridge. "We should probably stop him before he gets sick."

"He has shark teeth, fuck that." Thomas shook his head vigorously.
"Shark teeth? Huh.. yeah I guess they do kinda look like that." Spade grimaced. "Where'd he get that from?"
They watched in silence as he rooted through a drawer hungrily, a faint whine coming from him as he found nothing immediately edible that didn't contain meat. That part didn't escape them. Sans was looking for anything with meat.

"Just out of curiosity.. what's the normal version?"
"Hm?" Spade glanced over, Thomas tearing his eyes from the sight. "You said his teeth aren't normal."
Spade blinked at that, nodding to himself. With a shrug, he opened his mouth to reveal his own set.

Thomas looked a little pale. "So.. dog teeth?"
Spade recoiled. "Dog teeth? I do not have dog te- ah!" He flinched as Sans pushed past him, growling under his breath as more cupboards opened.

"Sans you should really stop. You're going to throw up." He tried grabbing his shoulder, but an abrupt snarl had him recoiling.
"I don't think he's all there." Spade noted while backing away.

"What do we do?" Thomas fretted nervously. "He's tearing apart the whole kitchen."
Spade shrugged helplessly. "Uh.. well, given his now mostly dragonness? I'm not sure he'll respond well but why not." He winced and held out his arm.

Sans was suddenly glowing blue, being tugged backwards even as his frightening snarl cut through the air, clawed hands gripping the doors to the cupboard. He half glared back at spade, yellow and silver flames flickering out of his socket as the baleful eyelight regarded him in hungered fury.

"Heeeyyyy.. you wouldn't mind peeling him off that cabinet now, would you?"
"I'm not going near that." Thomas deadpanned.
"You're the magic skeleton." He gestured.
Spade scoffed nervously. "How is that both so offensive yet so true.."
"Sorry, didn't mean nothing by it."

He shrugged, cautiously approaching the currently feral skeleton, wincing as the snarl grew louder. Sans turned his skull almost entirely around, bristling.
"You know, at least his brother doesn't have to see this. Papyrus would probably freak." Spade commented, trying to break the tension.

Shockingly enough, there was a flash of blue in those wild eyelights, and the slits widened to circles as his face seemed to morph in horrified dismay. The next second, his sockets went dark and he went limp, letting go of the cabinets and flying backwards until Spade redirected the magic last moment, his own lights flaring bright green.

"Okay. What changed?" He asked as Sans simply hung limply in the air.
"Hell if I know." Thomas shrugged, flinching when the smaller twitched. "Could you put him down or something? The floating is creeping me out."
"Sorry, didn't realize." He set Sans on the tiles, where the petite skeleton collapsed in an awkward position.

"...Is he fucking dead?" Thomas whispered.
"Does he look dead to you?" Spade scoffed before realizing.
"Wait, humans don't.. oh. No, he's definitely not dead." He shook his skull at the unsettling images that decided to fill it at the thought.

Standing awkwardly wasn't achieving anything, so Spade bent down and hesitantly picked up the lump that was Sans, holding out at arm's length what looked like simply a sleeping figure.
"What is up with you?" He asked rhetorically.
All he got was a slight twitch of clawed phalanges in return, Sans's skull lolling to the side.

"That was weird." Thomas finally concluded.
"Definitely. Think it's safe to ask about when he wakes up?" He shifted to look at the human while asking. Thomas just shrugged, gesturing his cluelessness.

"Huh." Spade studied the slightly scrunched up face before him, looking for all he could tell like a nightmare was afflicting Sans.
"Well.. we should fix up this place." He decided, slowly setting Sans on the counter behind him, regarding the open fridge and half ransacked kitchen with a wince.
"Will your mother be mad at this?"

"She'll definitely be annoyed that he ate all the gumbo, but other than that I don't know." Thomas shrugged, moving to fix up the mess. "And even then she's been panicky because Diana fucked up his hand."

"I'm actually surprised he's not affected by that either. I'd at least be keeping far away from her just on paranoia alone." Spade mumbled, moving to an open cabinet. "Sorry." He added.
"I get it. I almost threw up when I saw it. Broken bones freak me out."

"Right, you're full of bones on the inside."
"Yeah. And it's bad when they're on the outside, so.."
"It looked gruesome to you too?"
"It was messed up."
"Definitely. What really bothered me was how his blood was just.. glowing."
"That's really not normal?"
"No! Do you?"
"No."

Spade hummed, crossing the kitchen again to tie up the bread and screw the peanut butter lid on properly, frowning at it.
"You had a PB&J?" Thomas noticed.
"Well, Sans had two. Before he went a little crazy. I tried some, how do you eat this stuff? Glued my jaw shut on that."

Thomas finally snorted, taking the jelly and peanut butter from him, setting them in the fridge.
"It's the brand. It's cheap but thick as hell. Mom loves it though."
"Sans said creamy was a less.. awful variety, though."
"It also comes down to brands." The human shrugged.

Both paused at the slight whimper, turning to see Sans twitching, face locked in an almost frightened snarl as his clawed phalanges curled in and out like a cat kneading.
"Think it's a nightmare?" Thomas asked.

Spade frowned. "Well.. the dragon took off earlier, and going off what he's said, he wakes up in th.. at body? When he sleeps? I don't know where I'm going with this."
"I remember that. The dragon flew off?"
"Right before he went feral."
"Weird." The pair stared at the seemingly sleeping skeleton, unsure of what the truth may be.

. • ° ° • .

Their hunger and frustration swelled, gliding over dark buildings and streets illuminated in patches of light, some white, some orange, all casting long shadows over the rare vehicle that traveled the late night roads.

There was no forest nearby to find prey big enough to mean anything. A part of them fought the instincts, devouring food that could not sustain them. Him. It was not enough. It could never be enough.

They felt irritated that there was no more land left to feed the Great Ones like there had been before. It meant the Awakening would have to be staggered, to prepare for the rest of their kind lest it become a great Dying instead. It fueled their frustrations even further, swooping lower over a river winding through the landscape.

Thoughts flickered across their mind-minds, regarding the land angrily. Swinging away from the cold waters, they pounded higher, circling and gazing out at the pulse of the world, staring at the thousands of Souls below. Animals all, lacking the size to fulfill anything at all.

A low growl forced itself out of the seastorm, flying towards the city without much thought. Too tired, too hungry after so long of not needing to worry so much about food. A downside to becoming three that was becoming apparent.

Gliding low over the buildings, a scream jolted through the dragon. Had they been too low? They didn't want to be seen. They swung around, casting about before blinking at a particularly.. murky Soul. It was human, that much was clear.

. • ° Kidnapping, R* implication, Slight Gore ° • .

They then spotted what was happening, jaw parting slightly in revulsion. A man was wrenching a flailing woman down a dark road away from a covered bench, hand over her mouth. Her violet Soul pulsed in panic, his own a muddled, indecipherable mess of muddied grey.

They felt outrage at the sight. Part of them was human. More was an honest monster. Yet their hunger swelled.
…Hungry.
Why not take care of several problems at once?

The thought flickered by with much internal conflict, but the fact remained that there was not enough food to feed them and humans were not as they used to be ages ago. The fact remained that a vile Soul was trying to steal away an innocent victim.
Before they knew it, they were swooping in with forelimbs extended.

The dragon landed with a harsh thud, grateful to be nowhere near the mass of the former lifetime as their head snapped forward, clamping down on his upper half and yanking back. The woman fell back without a sound as they turned away, soft flesh splitting as bones crunched beneath. They grimaced at the texture of fabric before turning.

The woman scooted back frantically, crabwalking to the bus stop as she stared up at the enormous reptile. Staring for a moment, the dragon looked away.
"...𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖𝕣."
She gasped, now breathing hard and fast.

They-he leveled their gaze upon her.
"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪."
After a moment, she seemed to understand and nodded wildly, shaking.
"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦." They murmured, looking away to the vehicle whose back compartment was open, driver's side door ajar.

Lifting it with magic, the dragon launched upwards, flying away and bringing it with as the full ramifications of their actions set in.
They were still hungry.

Swooping down, they deposited the vehicle under a bridge over the river and kept going, rumbling in irritation. At least in the ocean and in the forests there was food, but here.. nothing was big enough.

However, there.. were an abundance of humans. And they did not taste nearly as horrendous as once was. And there were plenty of dark Souls amidst the race now.
…They did not like the turn their thoughts were taking. They flew on towards the city, thinking.. a little bit.. about how crime was more common there.

. • ° ° • .

Sans blinked at the light, figures standing around him as he squinted. Holding up his arm, he blearily regarded everyone around. They had paused whatever they were doing to stare at him when he groaned.

"Wh.. what's up? Other than the ceiling?" He asked, getting used to the light.
"Oh thank goodness, you're normal again." Spade sighed in relief.
"Eh?" He had a sneaking suspicion of what the other was referring to, but preferred to play dumb just in case.

"What happened last night?" Candara asked, visibly concerned.
"...I went to get a late night snack?" He offered.
"You went completely overboard." Bodoni deadpanned, holding a plastic package with teeth marks on it. Sans sat up, a little alarmed.
"I don't recall snacking on plastic." He noted coolly in an effort to hide his shock.

It was technically true, he had no memory of eating plastic. He remembered something far worse that left him fighting the urge to escape everyone present and panic.

"I literally saw you do it." Spade pointed out. "Do you not.. what's the last thing you do remember?"
"Soup?" He answered honestly. "Cold soup."
"Oh shoot, you don't remember anything?"
"No, tell me." He grew increasingly worried.

"You tore apart my kitchen, apparently." Sandra spoke from behind him with a sigh. Sans blinked at her, seeing the remains of a pack of tortillas, a massive bite taken out of the bottom, contents gone. Sans stared. "...Did I eat plastic."
"You ate some." Spade confirmed.

"That can't be healthy, regardless of being a magic skeleton or not." Sandra mused.
"It's really not, he might throw up later. Or not. I'm not sure since he's also a dragon on top of everything, so that leaves it all up to the stars to decide." Bodoni explained in exasperation.

Sans stood up then, bewildered. "How much plastic did I eat??" He questioned. Everyone held up a different object with different sized bites taken out of each, all missing their contents.
"I'm not entirely sure, but I think you also just ate an entire ketchup bottle. It's apparently now gone from the fridge." Spade added.

He just held his hands to his skull in disbelief. "How..? That shouldn't even be possible, I- what in the world?"
Candara simply shrugged. "I don't envy you." He snarked.
"Not just the plastic, everything missing is just an unholy amount of food for one person." Sandra remarked, a hint impressed.

"Lady, I am.. so sorry." He breathed, still in shock.
"It's alright, I'm not exactly crying for money and you all have been otherwise remarkable guests so far. Being paid in gold certainly helps." She mused.

"I almost wish the fiasco was recorded. Almost. Just so you could see how wild it got. You were snarling and growling at me."
"I was what."
"You heard me."

Sans stared for a minute, utterly dismayed.
"..How much does Papyrus know?" He asked in a small voice.
Bodoni nodded in understanding. "Only a little bit. He'd probably panic knowing how wild you were, right?" He lowered his voice as well.

He rubbed his neck vertebrae. "I don't want him to worry. He's been through a lot."
"We noticed." Spade spoke softly.
"Thanks. I don't mean to burden any of ya."
"Hey, it'd be unfair to toss even more at him after everything that's happened. That's more your business to tell him when you're ready anyway." Candara pointed out.

"Do you feel sick or anything?" Bodoni shifted the subject.
"No, actually. I'm a little.. no. Feel normal." He shrugged, staring at a half-eaten box of cereal, the bag and cereal itself absent. "Geez." He muttered.
"Where does it all even go?" Sandra marvelled as Bodoni frowned.

"We have stomachs, too." Candara snorted.
"Invisible stomachs?" The woman asked.
"What? No?"
"Our physiology is way different from yours." Sans explained before Candara could get anymore confused.

"Yeah, I found out y'all breathe through your ribs!" Asriel proclaimed while entering the room. Thomas hesitated beside him. "... What?"
"Oh no." Sans began somewhat teasingly.
"However did you discover that secret?"

"However did you eat a human's entire kitchen?" Asriel fired back with a grin.
How did we fucking eat people.
Sans held up his hands. "I have no idea."
"You're not still hungry though, are you?"
He chose silence.
"No!"
"I said nothing." He grinned.
"But that said everything!"

"There's no way you're still hungry." Spade whispered in horror as Bodoni sighed.
"He's a dragon, why not? Maybe he's eternally hungry."
"Not really, it's kind of a new thing; which I'm sure you could tell."
"Definitely." The older one sighed. Meanwhile Sandra had a look of realization and dismay.

"What if we used this, though? Do you like hunting?" Thomas asked.
Everyone else blinked before the mother seemed to pick up on what he was suggesting.
"Oh yes, that's a good idea. You wanted to understand that little project of his better, right?"
"We shoot a lot of scenes in the park." Thomas added. "There's some deer that my dad hunts sometimes."

"I'm not a fan of killing things, but it sounds like an interesting venture. Who's up for that?" Sans cast about before hesitating. "Where's everyone else, by the way?"
"Playing damage control with your brother." Candara snorted.
Sans squinted for a moment. "He's trying to cook?"
"Bingo." Spade grinned. "I really hope your cooking skills are better, by the way."

"Mine are passable." Sans chuckled, pushing past the others as he headed for the next room, pausing.
"By the way, are my clothes okay? I really miss my usual getup."
"Oh, it's all still in the dryer. I forgot about them." Sandra winced.
"Oh, great!" His eyelights expanded in delight before he vanished.

"Wait, does he even know where..?" Thomas trailed. "We saw them when we came in, I'm sure he noticed too." Asriel pointed out.
"Well, it looks like I have to go on another shopping trip." Sandra huffed, shaking her head.
"What if one of us came with?" Spade offered, eyelights gleaming.

"Why? How would you blend in?"
"Well Sans can use hoods just fine, and so can I. I'd love to see life in a normal human town, not to mention we can pick so many human clothes- if you'll let me. Will you? Please."
"Oh no, you can't just go on and buy clothes without me!" Bodoni was appalled.

"Alright, alright, I'll see what I can do." She sighed, gesturing for them to calm down.
"I can't afford anyone to go overboard, but it's sweet you're so interested. The kids don't appreciate what goes into these things."
"Mom-" Thomas spluttered, a little red in the face.
"It's true!" She argued.

"Well in a world with so many options, I suppose it makes sense." Bodoni mused, then waved off the thought. "I have to find my bags, I'm sure I packed a hood somewhere in them."
"Same here! Come on!" Spade cried as he practically dragged his friend away.

"Well I'm sure the lot of you are responsible enough adults, given your.. ages." She seemed to think back on how old each skeleton was, a little perturbed.
"We'll be fine!" Candara proclaimed, standing beside Asriel. "We'll bring Andalé in case Sans does some other weird dragon thing!"

"Is he an expert?" She asked.
"Pretty much, he lived with a dragon before. None of us can claim to have been friends with a dragon before. We're not even old enough." Asriel giggled as Candara lit up in realization.
"I'm technically a dragon's cousin!" He whisper-yelled. Asriel snorted. "That took you a while."
"I didn't think about it before! Who else can say they're cousins with an actual dragon? No one!"

"But if some skeletons are related to dragons, then doesn't that mean someone is close family to one?" Asriel pointed out as Sandra headed upstairs.
Candara frowned. "I've never met anyone that closely related to a dragon before. Closest I've known was someone who said one of his great aunts was a dragon who paired with his other great aunt. And that sounded fake."
The prince only shrugged.

"Well, Essence is pooling with Nigel and he's bringing the props, so.. we can trade off with the Tahoe, I think everyone and everything can make it to the park."
"Pooling?" Candara asked.
"Tahoe?" Asriel added.

"Uh. Carpooling is when someone drives others to places instead of driving themselves. And the Tahoe is the car we were in yesterday."
"You name them?" Candara inquired further.
"No, that's the model name."
"I know some humans name their cars." Asriel noted.
"Yeah, car nuts. None of us are that, though."

Sans reappeared in the living room, beaming. He was back in his aged blue jacket and pink slippers, but still wearing the grey sweatpants, a cyan shirt under the iconic outerwear. To top it all off, he was wearing a pair of pink gloves that matched his vivid slippers.

"That looks.." Asriel squinted. "Bad and good at the same time."
"Thank you, thank you, figured I'd switch things up a little." Sans grinned.
"Not gonna lie, I'd wear something like that. In fall." Thomas noted.
"Why fall?" Asriel asked.
"It just looks like fall clothes to me. I don't wear gloves in summer."
"Welp." Sans shrugged. "S'not like I have much of a choice. My hands are known to cause panic attacks."

"Okay." Thomas frowned. "Technically it was more of your face. And that's harsh."
"It's true. I can say without a doubt that my hands can, and have, caused a panic attack."
"Why would you want to brag about that?" Candara questioned in disbelief.
"Makes me fun at parties." Sans shrugged.

Thomas stared hard for a moment, then snorted hard into his hand.
"What?" A trio of voices asked.
"Sorry, reminded me of a dumb song."
"Oh, did I, now?" Sans drew closer. "What's another song to know?"

The human turned, typing rapidly on his phone before he picked up a remote and turned on the large TV. The others watched as it was wirelessly connected and Thomas switched it to YouTube, where he had a video waiting.
"I'm probably wrong, but I think you'll like this."

"It's called 100 bad days, it'll probably sum up my life." Sans replied with a huff.
The goat, the human and his cousin all blinked at him.
"...That just screams 'I need therapy'." Candara deadpanned as a voice started singing, lyrics appearing on screen.

"Remember when we all got druunnk? I ended up with two broke thuuumbs. Oh my God I felt so duuummb. Lucky me."
"I like this already." Sans noted, much to Asriel's disappointment.

"I wrote a song that no one knooowws. I played a show and no one shooowwed. Oh my God I felt so aloone. Lucky me."
"Yeesh." Sans winced. "I actually felt that one."
"When did no one show to your show?" Asriel asked in surprise.
"When I first started out." He answered as the next lyric came.

"When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell…. What you gonna do, who you gonna tell?
Maybe a-" "Hundred bad days make a hundred good stories, a hundred good stories make me interesting at parties." An altered voice interrupted.

Sans grinned at that as the chorus came in.
"A hundred bad days make a hundred good stories, a hundred good stories make me interesting at parties, yeah. No, I ain't scared of you. No, I ain't scared of you no more."

He faced Thomas. "This. This is absolutely my jam. Definitely modern, but I love it. Why did I never hear of it?" He asked incredulously.
"Well it's not that big anymore. I don't know how it would get underground with trash and stuff, but it was kinda huge a few years ago."

It kept playing in the background as Sans started to smirk. "Y'know, this is actually reminding me." He pulled his hand out of his pocket, holding a phone that definitely wasn't in there before.
"Think I might download Tumblr."

"What?" Candara asked as Thomas's eyes went wide. "You actually know what that is?"
"Of course. It's my kind of media."
"How would you even download it?" The human asked. Sans snorted. "The update was already sent out to connect our devices to the human internet. Wanna share a special password?" He winked.

"How does that even work?" Thomas muttered while approaching.
"Our software is different from yours, obviously." Sans answered as the human typed in a code, handing it back incredulously.
"Why, anyway?"

Sans just shrugged. "Dunno. Song reminded me of this mess, along with one other song. Did I tell you about the timeline mess I'm involved in?"
"Wow, you're being so open with things now." Asriel noted in surprise.
"Believe me, I don't know why." Sans muttered.

"Uh.. you mentioned it?" Thomas replied confusedly.
"Well anyway, the shenanigans are over now, but technically monsterkind has been freed before. It was snapped back in time again and I'm stuck remembering it all and that sucks, but I have gotten on Tumblr before. And man am I a hit there."

Thoughtfully, Thomas seemed to realize. "Is.. that why you know so much? You've lived through it all before? Have you met me before?"
"No, definitely not. All of this is new. The dragon development is new. That wasn't the case before at all."
"You know I remember the Resets too, right?" Asriel asked.

"You weren't as involved, kid. Either of you."
"Chara was still with Frisk.."
"Yes, we know." He didn't even look up.
"Frisk was the ambassador several times." The goat child pointed out.
"I'm more than aware."
"Sans, Chara was watching the entire time. We know basically as much as you do!" He grew exasperated as Candara stared in amazement.

Sans finally looked up, amused. "But you don't know the nitty gritty details, do you? Chara's still a human spirit that was attached to another human with a human experience."
Now the prince frowned, seeing what he was pointing out. The skeleton simply returned to his phone, setting up things.

"This sounds like a history." Candara noted.
"Kinda." Asriel shrugged. "It's more like something we have in common. I was al-" He stopped.
"...It was always Flowey in those past Resets, and for when he could Reset, Chara wasn't even awake. Only Frisk woke them up, and then they were stuck to him."

"Lore." Thomas stated, curious. The prince snorted. "I guess."
"Who was Flowey?"
"Um.. basically a Soulless flower with my dust and memories. Kind of me? But not? I'm not Flowey. I'm not. Him." He shivered.
"I take it he was bad?" Thomas lowered his voice.
"It's in the nonexistent past." Sans abruptly asserted, not looking up.
"..Yeah." Asriel hugged himself. "It is." Thomas stepped away, recognizing the tension.

Sans then strode forward. "Let's change the subject. Anyone wanna hear my unofficial theme song?"
"What?" Candara immediately was confused.
"You what?"
"Theme song. Assigned by previous timelines. It's hilarious."

"You.. have a theme song?" A certain gleam entered Thomas's eyes, already handing over his phone for the other to type in.
"Oh man, it's the funniest damn thing. Sums up my life to a T."
Asriel was immediately concerned. "Uh, that can't be good."
"Oh trust me, it's a riot." A video appeared onscreen, loading.

"Pink Guy?!" Thomas was the loudest he'd ever been at that realization.
"Even better, you know the guy behind it!" Sans cackled as a ukulele strummed in the beginning of the song.
Candara blinked. "It sounds nice, actually."
"It does, I thought it would be sad."
"What? No, I told you it's funny."
"Oh no.." Thomas recognized the song.

Then the lyrics began.
"I wake up in the mornings, sinking halfway to the bottom. There's a loud distorted screaming in my soul."
"Oh no." Asriel immediately saw where this was going. Sans just gave him a confused look, still smiling.
"Everything is dark and empty and I don't know how to fix it, so I curl up in a ball and cry in the comfort of my home."

The prince visibly wilted as steps came downstairs, Constantia appearing from the other room as it went on, whistling.
"I don't know why. I feel like shit! I say I'm fine but I'm not fine!"
"What?" Sans asked at the expressions. "People tend to love this."

"Depressed humans love it, Sans." Chara's voice rose up, disappointed as it kept playing.
"I'm dying insiiiide… and all I see are demons.
I try to hiiide.. all my deepest feelings." The chorus repeated, the first turn having been spoken over. Constantia already looked concerned as Thomas buried his face in his hands in regret.

"I think there's something wrong with me, 'cause all I see is death. Everytime I go outside I look like I've been doing meth. And I sleep for nineteen hours on a Thursday afternoon; every now and then I cough up blood and I don't know what to do."
Bodoni and Spade stood on the landing with varying degrees of horror and dismay on their faces as Sans seemed to rethink his choices.

"I don't know why. I feel like shit. I will not see a therapist."
"Oh no it is accurate.." Asriel muttered.
Sans moved to pause the song, clearly deciding this was a bad idea before Candara stopped him.
"I have to know now." He insisted, Thomas's phone in his hand.

Sans froze as the break came on.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you wanna fucking kill yourself put your fucking hands up! Yeah! Razor blades in the air, everybody!" The voice fell to painful coughing as if sensing everyone as they stared at Sans.
"...In my defense, I forgot most of the lyrics."
"I don't think you were thinking." Asriel shook his head, knowing how out of character this was for the other.
".... I'm still wondering how the hell I ate plastic." He admitted.

The voice chanted.
"Hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, help, help, help, help, help, help! Help!" Sans winced at each literal cry for help.
"I'm dying insiiiide… and all I see are demons.
I try to hiiide.. all my deepest feelings.
I'm dying insiiiide… and all I see are demons.
I try to hiiide.. all my deepest feelings."

"... I'm getting the idea that when you start telling your secrets, everything else spills out too." Chara spoke drily.
"I'm getting the idea that he's mentally a mess and maybe, just maybe, his subconscious is crying out for help." Bodoni added with just as much dryness.

"Hey now, chillax." He raised his hands defensively. "No need to be a desert with me. I could do without the analysis."
"You went feral in a stranger's kitchen last night." Bodoni pointed out.
"And I wasn't going to say this, but given that you are literally a dragon, I think it just might qualify: more animalistic monsters tend to exhibit feral breakdowns under extreme stress, and if your situation lately isn't just chock full of extreme stress, then you can call me crazy because it absolutely is. It hasn't even been a full month yet of this stuff happening."

Sans stared at him, then sighed, rubbing his nasal bone. "Didn't I just say I didn't want the psychoanalysis?"
"You need help, Sans. That 'theme song' was literally begging for help."
He now stared at the elder with half-lidded eyesockets, blue lights swirling with whorls of red and smears of silver, blurring into faint violet.
"And how, pray tell, do I get a therapist that can even begin to comprehend my mess?"

A voice spoke up behind him, now only slightly warped, accent ever more apparent.
"W€ wíll £ind yoü oñe. I ha√e alrêády sëèn the øptioñs." He bent down even as Sans turned with wide sockets, now murmuring.

They shared a silent exchange, shifting into a language the others couldn't recognize as Sans struggled to hold back tears. He simply looked.. worn.

Of all things to happen, it was Sandra coming back downstairs, looking far more put together than earlier as her dark locks bounced around her head, a heavy purse under her arm.
"Is everyone okay down here?" She asked upon seeing the room.

"Wë åre w€ll, than[{ yøu." Gaster announced, ignoring her slight flinch at his jarring voice.
"Alright, then-" The doorbell was unfortunately timed, causing several skeletons to jump just as the woman did, after which she held her hand over her chest and quickly answered it.

"Mrs Youngblood, are you alright?" Essence's voice echoed down the narrow, short hallway as Sandra replied softly.
The door closed and they came in, Essence awkwardly guiding Nigel as he carried a pair of oversized totes, struggling to look around them.

"Oh- dear, let us help you with that." Bodoni leapt forward, lifting the first away with blue magic as Spade copied with the second.
Nigel blinked, watching them float.
"You know, that's definitely a helpful kind of magic." He noted.
"Thank you." Bodoni mumbled while setting the load next to the couch.

It was then that Nigel squinted at the TV. ".. What's with the Pink Guy? I thought you hated his music." He glanced at Thomas before Sans just vanished.
"Sans called it his theme song." The human explained drily.

"And he.. played it." He didn't seem to fully believe that.
"He's under a lot of stress?" Bodoni offered, aware of the ridiculousness of it.
Nigel just shrugged, glancing back at Essence. "Well that's definitely true. Anyway." He lightly kicked a tote. "These are our props."

Sandra quickly interrupted him. "I'm going out to refill the kitchen and Thomas offered to take them out to your favorite spot, do you want to trade keys?"

"Oh." He fished into his pocket. "Sure, Ma'am. Sorry about the mess, though." He handed over his keys and she handed over hers.
Spade bounced in place excitedly, eyelights stars. "I get to see human stores!"
"We do. Don't go crazy." Bodoni chuckled before something slid down the banister at high speed.

"Wait!" Lewi called, bouncing off the wall and onto the floor. At the same time, Constantia reappeared, dragging a very unhelpful Sans back into the living room.
The tiny monster huffed, blinking. "I would also like to come with. Ollie as well." He added as the cat monster joined them, the hood of his lime coat now covering his ears, white lab coat absent.
"I think I can blend in rather well. Can't you tell?"

"The rhyming's going to drive me nuts." Spade deadpanned.
"Damn, Ollie, slacking on the clothes already?" Sans quipped, standing up and leaning on Constantia dramatically.
The other squinted at him, joined by the cat monster before Constantia abruptly shifted back, leaving Sans to flail and fall before he teleported himself upright, smile thin.
"Oh that is so unfair." Constantia muttered.

"What can I say? I'm the unfairest skeleton alive." He winked, shrugging.
"Unfairest isn't a word!" Bodoni argued.
"Sure it is."
"That's made up!"
"Are not all words made up?"
"You- you're a menace!" He spluttered.
"He always has been." Lewi sighed, Ollie helping him to his shoulder.

The cat monster then proceeded to herd the group to the door, Sandra huffing and unlocking the door again. "The lot of you." She muttered.
"Good luck on your shopping trip!" Sans called with a chuckle.
"Try not to eat my fridge again." She replied drily while walking out the door, Sans immediately flushing.

"Wait, what happened?" Essence asked. Thomas just held up the cereal box missing it's bottom half. "He went crazy last night."
The newcomers stared at Sans in shock while he stepped back. "I have no idea, alright? I don't even remember anything past the soup."
"The entire big tupp of gumbo." Thomas clarified.
"I watched you literally chug it like fucking Coke before you targeted the fridge."

"I thought you couldn't eat too much without getting sick?" Essence questioned.
"Not him apparently." Candara shrugged, still somewhat astounded. "Apparently he may or may not have eaten a bottle of ketchup. Like the actual bottle."
"Which I have no memory of."

"Did you eat everything in their kitchen?" She was dumbfounded.
"Almost. He didn't get the milk and pancake mix so.. what's been taking so long?" Thomas frowned and glanced through the house towards the kitchen.
"Oh we started talking and forgot for a while." Constantia explained. "The cooking started when I left, though."
"Oh."

"That's a late breakfast." Nigel snorted. "It's Sunday." Thomas shot back.
"Where's the big blue dragon anyway? Chilling in the backyard?" He stepped closer.
"Yep." Sans answered.
"Can I see? I never got enough of a good look and honestly I want to know what a real dragon actually looks like."

Sans shrugged, walking towards the back. "Not all dragons are the same. There's lots of kinds. Like those that thrive in the sea and sky-" He hesitated as though remembering something, stopping.
"You okay?" Nigel asked.

"..Yeah." Sans replied distractedly, moving forward again. "But there's all kinds of dragons." His voice shifted slightly, adopting an unfamiliar tone that Asriel seemed to recognize.
"And not all Old Ones are dragons. Kinepeikwa, for example, is a shiftling serpent and not a dragon. Neither, exactly, is she a snake." By now he was opening the back door with a flick of his hand, walking through without ever directly touching it.

"Furthermore, Quetzalcoatl, a name more familiar to you, is a dragon, though not of the traditional form. He is amphiptere, four winged, more closely related to the eastern Rainwalkers and phoenicia."

"You sure know a lot about dragons." Nigel murmured, staring at the enormous reptile loafing in the grass, neck turned around to rest on a shoulder. Essence awed at the sight.
"That's actually really cute."

Now it shifted, dragging it's large, smooth head around onto the grass, huffing and blowing it aside before one eye opened to regard them, colors swirling sedately in a mirror of Sans's lights. The eye slid shut again.
"Do you remember everything Saecshiun did now?" Asriel asked in undertone.

"I remember everything." Sans breathed. "And I still don't know how I feel about that."
"Who even is..?" Thomas trailed.
"The dragon that lived before." Asriel explained softly as the other approached the beast somewhat cautiously.
"Any chance I could see the teeth?" He asked. "I'm wondering something."

"Wondering about getting eaten." Nigel scoffed under his breath. Sans flinched at that statement, but otherwise acted normal. The blue reptile huffed before parting it's jaws in a wide yawn, revealing enormous teeth.
"Oh!" Thomas stepped back partly on impulse.

"Why?" Asriel asked, a little unsettled by the giant, serrated canines and shark-like teeth.
"So skeletons apparently have a whole second set of teeth?"
"What the fuck?" Nigel turned to stare at Sans while Essence gasped.
"What?" Sans asked, stepping back.

"It's a little creepy." Thomas explained.
"A little?!" Nigel snapped.
"...Okay a lot. Especially yours."
Sans hesitantly reached for his face. ".. What did I even do last night..?"
"It is a little weird now that I think about.." Asriel frowned. "Did you think the dragon would have it too??"

"Not really, um, Spade? Yeah, he brought up that yours weren't normal and I thought maybe because they were dragon teeth or something? And I'm right! Dragon teeth!" He tapped the reptile's snout. "They look the same!"
Sans regarded him with a hint of amusement now.
"Y'know, you could've asked me that."
Thomas's face fell in realization. "..Oh."

"Wait, so you have a whole other set of teeth that look like that, and it's just.. normal?" Essence questioned.
"..Yeah. I wasn't interested in sharing random trivia about my own biology? A little weird. Do you feel it's noteworthy that you shed your teeth as you grow up?"
She made a face as Candara spluttered in horror, Constantia's sockets blanking in shock.

"Okay was no one going to bring that up?!" Candara demanded. "Your teeth just- fall out?!"
"It's. Um. A part of growing up?" Thomas explained awkwardly.
"Do they just drop out of your mouth or something?!"
"No??"

"They actually go one at a time." Asriel explained gleefully. "And they get replaced with grown up teeth, which are all just sitting inside their faces and slowly pushing up." He gestured. "It's so gross. Their little teeth get all loose and wiggly until they kinda just snap out with some blood and over time the big tooth comes i-" He cut short as Constantia doubled over and vomited, spraying bluish liquid over the deck, dark and putrid.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Asriel gasped, covering his face as Sans offered his shoulder to lean on, the navy skeleton shuddering.
"Are you okay?" Essence winced as Nigel stared at the almost purplish fluid.
"...I don't think I can look at blueberry ice cream the same way again."

"Well. Um. Great." Candara looked away from the humans. "That's in my skull now. Just burned in. Love that. Human parts just fall off."
"Our parts don't- it's only teeth!" Thomas cried.
He shuddered. "No thanks, I don't need to hear more!"
"I'm sorry I brought it up." Sans apologized.

"Oh no it's just dandy. I know nobody's dying if a human's teeth start falling out!"
"That's.. only in kids, though." Thomas frowned.
"Let's not go into details." Sans warned.
"Right."
"Let's. Let's clean that up." Essence pointed at the vomit with a wince.

Thomas jolted, taking long strides to the side of the house, grabbing a loop of water hose from a plastic hook holding it up, tossing out a section and moving to turn the knob.

Sans slowly grinned, and the hose rose up, glowing blue as it swayed like a snake.
"Thomas-" Essence warned before it pointed upward and water shot out at an impossible speed, spraying into droplets that dropped until just above them, glittering and unbelievably blue.

"This is just mean, how are you so good with your blue?" Candara complained as the others stared.
"... I've never actually been able to catch so much water at once before.." He murmured, staring up at the shining beads suspended overhead.

Slowly, the drops rotated, moving faster and faster as Thomas took the now limp hose to wash away the puke, watching.
The dragon's eyes opening, colors spinning as it raised it's head.
Cabana appeared in the doorway then, sockets wide at the spectacle.

A hundred more droplets appeared, this time a milky white, glowing with an inner light. They undulated in waves, resembling the surface of the ocean before Thomas loudly shuffled backwards.
He was stepping away from the hose as it wrenched itself free, water flowing upwards and splitting into beads as they joined the rest.

"What are you doing, Sans?" Asriel asked.
He didn't reply.
"... I'm getting the dragon whisperer." Cabana sighed, retreating inside and leaving the door open.
"You have a- who??" Nigel questioned.
"She means Andalé." Candara leaned over to say, not looking away from the water as it spun in a sort of dance. "He lived with a dragon, so he knows the most. He's also a bit old, so he just knows things in general."

"Isn't.. it all.. 𝐝𝐫𝐲?" Sans spoke, the dragon joining as they spoke as one.
Shifting anxiously, Constantia glanced at him and stepped away.
"What do you mean by that?" He flinched when a shadow passed overhead. Everyone immediately looked beyond the tree leaves above them to see an unsettling greyness in the sky, swirling with hues of silver.

"What is that." Essence's voice trembled.
"I don't know." Candara rushed for the door, dragging Constantia with him even as Cabana returned with Andalé.
They huddled away from the open sky even as Andalé's sockets widened incredulously.

"What is that thing?!" Cabana cried, frightened as the swirling mass gained depth.
"I.." The elder didn't finish, a look of wonder on his face.
"Is it bad?!"
"..Creadorlluvia." He whispered instead.
"What does that mean?!"

Andalé laughed out loud, holding his skull in amazement. "Bring him brother! Now, now! I should known!"
Constantia took off, only to smack face-first into the goopy mess that was Gaster, having somehow known.

"What dragon thing is this?!" Cabana demanded.
"Rainmaking!" Andalé finally shouted as the mass began to spread, boiling like steam as it's identity became clear.
"He be dragon of sky and sea!" Andalé added. "Stormbringer!"

"Wait he can what?" Nigel questioned as the rest gaped.
"He can create storms?!" Candara squeaked. "That's a thing now?! Make him stop! It'll scare Snippy!"
"You ask dragon to stop?" Andalé cackled.
"You do not stop a dragon!"

Papyrus ducked under the doorframe and strode outside, immediately crouching down in front of his dazed brother.
"Sans? Sans!" He shook him slightly as clouds covered the sun.
Said skeleton blinked blearily at him. "Mmh?"
"No rain!" He shook his skull. "No rain today!"

"...Why..?" He blinked, vaguely confused as he fell limp in the other's arms. The hovering beads of water tremored, some falling before the rest began floating upwards.
"Because you shouldn't change the weather all willy nilly, silly!"
"But.." He mumbled incoherently.
".. it's dry.. plants.. dying… the.. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬.. 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘.."

"Stay here, will you?" Papyrus asked him softly.
"You don't need to be dragoned for this."
"I can feel them dying." Sans whimpered, lights blue-silver.
Gaster approached then, crouching down and speaking in low tones to the both of them. Some of the tension bled out of him as his father spoke.

"How many freakouts does he have a day?" Nigel asked, staring up at the darkening sky.
"It's just a bad day, give him a break. He's been through a lot." Cabana huffed before a loud snort came from the dragon, rising to it's feet.

Everyone backed away as enormous wings fanned out, extending to their full extraordinary length before shaking and collapsing back against the reptile's sides. The air was cooling rapidly, growing humid.

"Shit it's actually about to rain-" Nigel bolted for the door, Essence close behind. Thomas gathered up the water hose, looping it back in place and sighing, heading inside as well.
The dragon rumbled, kneading the ground and ripping up chunks of earth and grass before plopping back down with a disconcerting lack of weight.

Cabana flinched as a droplet struck her in the face, blinking as she regarded the ecstatic Andalé holding his arms out as if to welcome the rain.
There was a rumble, this time from the sky as Gaster gently took Sans from Papyrus and moved towards the door, younger brother trailing behind while wringing his hands. Cabana impulsively followed, glancing up repeatedly.

Once gathered inside, everyone regarded each other and the joyous Andalé dancing with glee for the coming rain.
"So, no park today?" Candara laughed nervously.
"I don't think so." Thomas mumbled, looking between the dazed Sans and outside.

Essence coughed into her hand. "If that's out of the question, then what about we watch, like, How to Train Your Dragon?"
"What?" Constantia blanked as the skeletons regarded her.
"It's a movie!" She defended.

"About training dragons..?" Cabana scrunched up her face.
"No, it's actually about dragons and vikings- they're not like that at all." Thomas explained, jabbing a thumb out the window at the real dragon outside.
"It makes sense, you basically know nothing about dragons." Candara shrugged.
"Why would you recommend that?" Nigel asked the girl.

She looked away. "I mean, we're talking about dragons and their teeth and he literally spits lightning and I was just reminded of Toothless!"
"Oh. OH. That is ironic." Thomas snorted before facing the others, many of which were grimacing at the name. "He's Toothless because he has retractable teeth. Like. You, kinda. Just one set of teeth though."

"Wait, the second set is retractable?" Essence gasped.
"I mean, they'd get in the way if they couldn't?" Candara pointed out awkwardly.
"I guess so. You have a lot of.. really big teeth already. How does that all fit?" Essence asked.
"Oh, you know. Like this." Constantia gestured, jaw hanging down at an unsettling angle as thinner fangs and incisors slid out behind the first, looking delicate by comparison to the thicker set.

"Oh fuck, that's creepy." Nigel leaned away even as Constantia recoiled. "Sorry." He flushed slightly.
"I mean, your teeth fall out apparently, so I guess we're even." Candara shrugged.
"They what?" Cabana hissed, recoiling.
"It's something that happens to kids!" Nigel raised his hands defensively.
"We're technically born with two sets too, it's just neither of them retract in and out or anything!"

"Okay! Movie time!" Essence raised her voice, heading for the living room. "You need to experience How To Train Your Dragon!"
"We're just ignoring-" "Yep. We are." Constantia interrupted Cabana, dragging her forward as the rest followed.
"But we made pancakes!" Papyrus pointed out.

That was what gave everyone pause, looking over into the kitchen.