Hell looked... different than he thought.

During the bus drive, Sans made sure to hold Hewey close to him. His son was obviously freaking out, not liking the situation. The boy demanded why Sans would climb onto a creepy bus like this in the situation.

"Hew, you should really have some faith in your Dad," Sans said, watching the bus driver carefully. "I know what I'm doing."

"Okay, I know that our family is mostly CreepyPasta, but that doesn't mean you should trust all CreepyPasta!" Hewey said.

"But that does mean I know how to deal with CreepyPasta," Sans said, "And if this bus wanted to kill us, they would've tried to do so already. It doesn't, it wants to take us somewhere."

Sans could feel the void around him, it felt unusual. This was another forced point of the void, the bus itself. The bus was using the void to drive, Sans could tell.

"Then why would you bring your disabled kid onto a CreepyPasta bus?" Hewey groaned.

"It obviously wanted you to come on too, why else would it have a ramp?" Sans asked, "It's best that I go on now when I can control the situation, rather than the bus finding your siblings or your parents and trying to use them as blackmail. The bus is using the void, I'm not letting anything like that around my family when it knows who they are and can use their voices. Stick close to me, and I'm going to find out what they want."

"I think it's a bit unfair to push a disabled kid up into a bus without his permission," Hewey muttered, "I know the store was a bit far from the house, but you could have teleported me halfway there."

"And let a disabled kid roll up a mountain alone? In the dark?" Sans asked, "Especially when I couldn't see you try to roll up only to roll back down?"

Hewey frowned at him, about to retort only to be stopped by the sudden jerking of the bus. The void suddenly started shifting around them, doing something. Sans could feel the pull of the power as it was used, washing over him. But this was different than normal, Sans didn't know what the void was doing. It was doing something else, Sans couldn't feel their location shifting on the world, instead-

They were being pulled from the world.

"Huh," Sans muttered as the outside of the windows on the bus became black.

"If I die, I want to be reborn inside of a wheelchair so I can come hunt you down and run over you," Hewey said.

"You aren't going to die, Hew, don't worry about it," Sans said, "I'm not going to let that happen. Have some faith in me, I know what I'm doing."

"But what are you doing?" Hewey asked his Dad, his eyes pleading.

"Protecting you, always," Sans said, rubbing his back. "Always know you're safety comes over mine, kiddo. If anything happens, I'm going to make sure you get out alive."

The bus suddenly jerked as red light filled the windows, it slowing gradually before coming to a complete stop. Sans could hear the creak and hiss as the door pulled open.

The bus driver was gone.

Sans stood up. "Guess we reached out stop, eh kiddo? We bus-t be able to get off with that ramp still."

Hewey sighed, wheeling his chair down the aisle towards the front. He looked around the front to try to find any keys, but finding none, he decided to turn and wheel down the ramp off of the old transit bus. Sans followed closely behind, taking in the interior of the bus as he walked. Old worn seats, the floor dirty and dusty. It was as if the void was wrapped around the bus, preserving it in time, instead of the void being connected to the bus. The bus driver likely was using the void to wrap around the bus, in a sense, and to use it to transport him from one place to another. If it was a him. Sans really couldn't tell.

Stepping off the bus was really what made this experience different from normal CreepyPasta. The street was dark, feeling cold beneath his feet. Around the bus was darkness, surrounding them like a blanket wrapped around the area. The road seemed to continue in both ways until it disappeared into the oblivion surrounding them. The only light was coming from a single building in front of them, the light reaching a certain distance from the building before it was suddenly consumed by the shadows. The building seemed to go on forever, Sans couldn't see the top of it. It looked like a simple office building, with white walls and blue windows. A large sign was hanging on the front, the red words glowing slightly.

'Hell'

"Um," Hewey muttered, looking up at the sign.

"Well then," Sans said, "Let's go inside!"

"Dad, what?" Hewey hissed, turning his head.

"Well, there's no other buildings, and the bus is gone," Sans said, "Like I said, that person wanted to bring us somewhere, not to hurt us."

"This is a lie, right?" Hewey asked, "I mean, we're not actually in hell, right? Either you went above and beyond for a prank, or we died."

"We didn't die, our souls are still with our bodies," Sans said, walking forward.

The two walked and rolled forward a few feet, looking up at the looming building. No other signs, nothing. It just said 'Hell'.

"Wonder if Gaster's here," Sans muttered, walking next to his son who was wheeling his own chair.

They went up to the front door before Sans opened it, letting Hewey pass him as he entered. The interior looked like a regular office building, with a receptions desk and some potted plants. However, all of the potted plants were wilted. The walls were a plain white, an image of a burning dog in a picture frame on a wall.

Two people stood at the receptions desk, neither of them seeming to notice Sans or Hewey. One of them was behind the receptions desk while the other was standing in front of it, both of them talking loudly. Their voices sounded deep and demonic in a sense, a tad bit raspy.

"... and stop sh*tting in the plants, if I find out that you did that again I will reach up your a** and pull your intestines out. I've done it before don't test me." The man with his back to them said.

Sans couldn't see much, but he could see this guy wasn't human. He was tall, about as tall as Slender, with black skin and large horns sticking out of his head. A dark red cloth was hanging from his shoulders, likely a cape. However, it didn't hide the black tail that lay limp on the ground, with spikes growing out of it. Sans could see a pair of glowing red teeth on each arm.

"It wasn't me sir, I-I swear," The person behind the counter sounded absolutely terrified, their voice shaking.

"Just keep an eye out for him, alright? If I found out he arrived here to see you sh*tting in a potted plant, I will f*cking kill everything you love. Wait until he gets here, and then send him up! It shouldn't be that f*cking hard, are you a limp d*ck?"

"I'm a-a woman!" The other said.

"No excuses! You and I both know men are just as disappointing as women!" The man yelled, "You're job is simple, just make sure he f*cking gets to my floor and that he doesn't go into the oblivion or anything."

By then, the woman behind the counter noticed him, her red eyes widening. The two stared back at her before she looked up at the man.

"He's right there," She said, pointing at the two.

"I feel like she just sold us out," Hewey said.

The man then turned around, revealing that-

Yeah, definitely hell. That was a demon.

It was the classic looking demon. Red, glowing eyes pinpointed onto Sans and Hewey. He actually had two pairs of horns, two smaller on his forehead with the two larger on the sides of his head. His chest and arms were covered in red glowing mouths, sharp teeth in each, all smiling twisted smiles. It looked like what a demon would look like, with the sharp teeth, red eyes, and overall appearance.

"Uh, the girls running," Sans said, pointing at her.

She was. As soon as the demon had turned, the blond haired female was sprinting for a door behind the receptions desk.

"Please, excuse me one moment," The demon said, smiling at them before he turned to quickly run after her.

The door closed behind him, Sans and his son listening. All they could hear was a thud, the girl screaming loudly before she was suddenly cut off. Silence followed before the demon stepped out, adjusting his cape. The woman didn't follow.

"I assume you had a cup of tea with her to discuss her work performance?" Hewey commented, leaning against one arm.

The demon stared at him, than Sans, than Hewey again.

"You know, I had everything f*cking planned out in my head," The demon huffed out, pressing a hand against his head. "I was so ready, I rehearsed it all morning... I was going to turn around in my desk when you got to my floor... well sh*t, I had it all planned out! Can we redo this?"

"Uh," Sans said, "Redo our meeting?"

"Yeah, yeah, it'll be really quick," The demon said, walking over to an elevator and pressing the call button.

"The sign on the elevator says out of order..." Hewey whispered into his hand.

Even though the sign on the elevator said out of order, it still dinged and pulled open. The demon gestured for them to walk on, and with a look to one another, Sans and Hewey decided to get on.

The inside of the elevator was different. The walls were red and black, and were covered in buttons. The demon pressed one of the buttons on the wall before the doors slid closed, specifically the last button '666'.

"This is so edgy," Hewey mumbled.

The entire ride up, the demon was muttering to himself in annoyance. He obviously didn't like how they met, complaints about their encounter being whispered out. Stuff about how he had rehearsed, and how he had been so f*cking ready. Hewey looked up at his Dad, and Sans reached down to grab one of his hands to reassure his child. The demon looked over as they did.

It was awkward, walking out of the elevator with the demon. The hallway they walked into was decorated with pictures of burning things, weirdly most of the pictures were of burning dogs. Did this guy hate dogs or something?

Maybe he was more of a cat person, as there was a cat that they walked past. Actually, there was a lot of cats in that hallway.

"So, you a cat person?" Sans asked him.

"No no, we can't talk until we remeet!" The demon said, "I f*cking planned this out for weeks, we're going to see it through!"

Okay then. Guess they were going to see it through.

The group reached the door at the end of the hallway, the demon turning to them. "I need you guys to wait a minute before you open the door, I have to get prepared."

He didn't even give the two a moment to respond before he was pulling open the door and rushing inside, closing it behind him. The two could hear him rustling around in there as they turned towards one another again.

"Told ya they wanted to bring us somewhere," Sans told his kid.

"Why is hell an office building? Are we even in hell?" Hewey groaned.

"I'm not sure," Sans said, "But... I'm a bit worried."

"How come?" Hewey asked.

"I-I... I can't teleport out. I can still use my magic, but I can't sense the surface or the underground." Sans felt uneasy without the ability to teleport back home. "I can teleport around here just fine, but I can't feel our world."

Hewey stared up at him with wide eyes. They couldn't get out. "Is there-"

"It feels like a barrier, yeah," Sans said, "I'll figure something out, don't worry. But uh, yeah, I can't get us out of here. I think this might actually be hell."

"How did a bus take us to hell?" Hewey asked.

"How did I end up dating so many people. Life's greatest questions," Sans said, rubbing his head. "There's obviously a reason we're down here, but teleporting back home is out of the question."

Hewey tried to reply, but the man from the other side of the door called out of them, saying, "Come in now!"

"Remember to stick close to me, kiddo."

Sans carefully pushed open the door, taking in the design of the room. It looked like an office with a more emo twist on it. There were a lot of pictures of burning dogs, folders with weird things on them sitting around randomly. There was a large desk on the other side of the room, the chair behind it turned. Sans could see the man's horns sticking out.

"Your horns-"

"Hello there," The demon said, interrupting Hewey by turning in his seat. "Welcome to hell, son and grandson."