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Sans quickly placed an empty box over the dead child and slipped between the middle of the trash mounds.
        Please don't find me...
         Suddenly, a small human wearing a strange hat ran past, shooting a gun wildly.
        "Nyeh heh heh! Whatever are you aiming at human?"
          Pap!
         "Leave me alone, freak!" yelled the child, still shooting.
        The kid sounded like he might be male, though they weren't wearing a striped shirt.
        It was actually pretty hard to tell what they were wearing, because they was covered head to toe in dirt. It really looked like they hadn't bathed in a long time.
        Sans couldn't recall reading in the paper about a human running around.
        Must have been hiding out down here.
         As the battle continued, he quickly searched the trash piles he was hiding behind for a piece of mirror. The piles were huge and there were two of them, there had to be at least ONE shard in there...
        Bingo.
         Sans hit the jackpot and found a mirror shard as big and wide as his own palm. With this, he could watch the battle without leaning out of his hiding place.
        Wiping the grim off the shard, Sans tilted in until he was able to at least see the kid.
        The battle was not going well for them.
        Their face was a mask of terror and panic as they began to back away from Papyrus.
         He knows it's a dead end.
         "What's the matter, human? You look upset!"
          "STAY BACK!" The child fired his gun wildly, but their shots missed Papyrus by a mile.
        This kid's aim is shit...
         Papyrus closed the gap between them fairly quickly, almost skipping his way towards the child. He didn't seem perturbed at all by the bullets whizzing by his skull. "Golly! You're absolutely filthy child! You know what you need? A bath."
          "LET GO OF ME!" screamed the child as Papyrus lifted them into the air by their neck. They continued screaming as Papyrus scanned the area for a place with deeper water, kicking at the skeleton's ribs. Unfortunately for them, Papyrus's arms were a lot longer than their legs, and they couldn't land a single blow.
        "Drat! Can't find a good place to drown you anywhere!" complained Papyrus with a hand on his hip, "You'd think since the whole area is flooded, there'd be SOME kind of deep end; but I guess not." He sighed deeply as if he were truly upset and shook his head in mock disappointment; or at least it LOOKED like he was being sarcastic.
        Use the gun, kid! You have a gun!
         "You wanna go for a little walk? Maybe there's a deep end in the next area."
          The child continued screaming, completely ignoring Papyrus, and began hitting his arm repeatedly with their gun, trying to get free.
        "Hey! Stop that at once! If you don't behave I WILL take your toys away," said Papyrus looking angry. Sans couldn't tell what was sarcasm and what was real anymore. He didn't even know who he was suppose to be rooting for at this point. He loved his brother, but right now he was being an asshat.
         Shoot his arm or something!
         The human was wailing at this point. They had stopped hitting Papyrus and simply hung in the air crying, clutching the hand that held their neck. "Uahaaawaaaahhh!"
        "Ugh. Enough..." said Papyrus, holding the child as far away from him as possible. He put a hand to his head where his ear would've been in irritation.
          "Somethin' wrong bonehead?"
        Sans almost dropped the mirror shard in surprise as a familiar voice called out to his brother.
        Is that person still here?!
        Sans tilted the mirror shard this way and that, but saw no one. Whoever this was had to of been really small, or in the same hiding place as before.
        "The child shrieks like a fruit bat!" complained Papyrus.
          "Waaaaauuuuuhhhh!"
        "Sounds like they need a hug! Give em' a hug Pappy!" said the voice. Sans tried to remember if he knew anyone that sounded that shrill and obnoxious, but came up with nothing.
        Papyrus looked at the little human. "Is that what you need human? Do you need a hug from the Great Papyrus?" He still held the human out in front of him, but this time under the arms. His insane smile reminded Sans of a strange comic he had found at the dump once. There was a panel where a guy in a black striped shirt was holding out a stuffed bear like Papyrus was holding out the kid and he was talking to the bear with that same twisted grin.
          What was that comic called?
         ...Johnny The Homicidal Maniac?
         A shrill screech reverberated loudly throughout the dump as Papyrus squeezed the small kid in his arms. Sans winced as the noise rang in his skull deafeningly.
        "What is wrong with you human? I'm being nice! Why are you so afraid?"
          Yeah, really ki-
         Oh...
         The kid, thrashing their legs, continued screaming as blood began to flow from their mouth.
        They weren't just afraid.
        They were being crushed.
        "I don't think this is working. What am I doing wrong, I wonder?"
          Sans cringed, swearing he had heard a few bones break.
        "Maybe they aren't a huggy person...?"
        "Nonsense! Everyone loves hugs! Isn't that right Human?"
          This isn't my brother...
         "Oh I know! Their upset because they don't want to get in trouble! Children aren't suppose to accept hugs from strangers."
        This CAN'T be my brother!
         "Are you sure?"
           "There you go doubting me again...it really hurts my feelings you know," said the voice sounding sad.
        "What if I don't tell anybody? Then can I hug you Human?"
        The human didn't respond. Their struggles had ceased.
        Are they...dead?
          "No means no Pappy. Don't be such a perv..."
        "I'm not a perv! I'm just friendly!" Exclaimed Papyrus as if he'd been insulted.
          "You're a creeper." teased the voice.
        "I most certainly am not!"
          "Creeeeeepppeeerrrrrrr...."
      "How dare you..." said Papyrus giggling.
        The comedian was stunned. The voice and his brother reminded Sans of his drinking buddies down at Grillby's. They laughed like great friends; sharing jokes and having a good time.
        They ARE sharing jokes and having a good time...
        Papyrus dropped the child, and they scrambled away as quickly as they could, coughing up blood and wiping away tears.
        Run kid, run away! Run like the wind!
         The child ran, but in their panic, they went the wrong way.
        Right back to the dead end near the yellow flowers.
        You gotta be kidding me!
         They struggled to move a broken arm and succeeded in taking out...something. Sans was close to the kid, but he still couldn't tell what they were holding. Whatever it was, they definitely found it at the dump.
        They popped the possible food item into their mouth and began to chew. They obviously didn't like it, no surprise there, but it put their HP back at a reasonable level.
        "Heh hey Human! You're looking better!" said Papyrus with a grin.
        "Yaaaayyy!"
        "SHUT UP!"
        The sound of gloves clapping together was just loud enough for Sans to hear over the crashing waterfall. He noticed no one else was clapping.
        Does Pap's friend not have arms or hands, or are they just not making enough noise? Maybe Papyrus is friends with a ghost like Napstablook.
         "I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!" screamed the child madly.
        Sans highly doubted they'd put up much of a fight at this point. Food didn't fix broken bones...at least he didn't think so. Squinting at the kid's arms, he could see that they were, in fact, still broken. Their ribs were probably a mess too.
        How were they still standing?
        Is the power of Determination that strong...?
         "Ugly Decor!"
        "What did you just call me?"
          The small skeleton raised a brow.
        Papyrus's tone had changed.
        The mirth in his brother's voice was still there, but something else had been added in. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it made him feel like a storm was coming. Again, he was reminded of that guy in that comic book. Sans didn't know what Decor meant, nor had he heard it before, but it must have been really bad; probably a swear. He wouldn't be too surprised at this point if his brother knew a few curse words, but he was surprised that he knew one Sans didn't.
        Probably the voice's fault. They're just like Papyrus. I bet they're responsible for him acting this way.
         "What's a Decor?"
        Or not.
         Sans couldn't see his brother's face even with the mirror, but he could feel his anger; almost taste it. The atmosphere had completely changed, and tension filled the air and area around them. One could almost forget there was a waterfall nearby, it was so distracting and uncomfortable.
        He shifted his feet nervously waiting and wanting for SOMEONE to speak. Even the child was quiet. They had the look of a kid that knew they had effed up; like they had called their mother a cunt in front of everyone at a family reunion.
        "Decor, my friend, is a derogatory term for Skeletons; and if you ever use it, I will snap your neck without hesitation."
          Sans shuddered. He could feel Papyrus's anger, but his voice did NOT match his mood. He still sounded cheery...
          ".......what does it mean though? I don't get how it's bad..."
        The voice's tone had changed too. They sounded meek and frightened. Clearly Papyrus was the strongest of the two, and in charge of whatever relationship they had.
        "Humans, during a holiday called 'Halloween', dress up as monsters to scare each other and collect candy from houses-"
        "Like Spooky Day? Where monsters dress up like witches, zombies, vampires, and werewolves, etc?"
          "Yes, and they dress up their houses with decorations such as ghosts and for some reason naked skeletons."
          Sans smiled, amused with the similarities between the holidays monsters and humans had despite the situation he was in. He often collected books and movies from the dump and studied them to better prepare himself and his brother for the surface. Many holidays and traditions were similar to theirs. Despite the differences between Humans and Monsters ability and appearance wise; they were basically the same; intelligent creatures that just wanted a place in the world.
          "Why is calling you a naked skeleton bad?"
        "Because it's insinuating that Skeletons are stupid wild animals with no decency, who only desire to scare people and don't deserve the same rights humans and monsters have."
          Skeletons aren't monsters?
          "Umm..."
        Sans struggled not to laugh at the inappropriate joke the voice had made.
        He's an ass, but he is brave I'll give em' that much.
        "You've something to say?" Papyrus's full cheerful demeanor was back, whatever had been added to his tone before was gone. It seemed whoever owned the voice had a knack for cheering Papyrus up. It was sad however, that his brother didn't share the same sense of humor Sans did. He really couldn't see himself making a really mean joke like that about such a sensitive topic, or any mean joke in general. His puns annoyed people enough; he didn't need to get punched in the face.
          "Not a thing."
        "You wouldn't lie to me, would ya'?"
          It was getting harder not to laugh.
          "I gotta go..."
        Sans laughed.
        Luckily for him it had built up and turned into silent laughter. It hurt like hell, but it was more preferable than being caught.
        "I actually do have to go. I need to check up on the Human."
        "Check up? Why?"
        The comedian may not have liked making mean jokes, but listening to other people make them, and seeing things go well, made him happy. People could sometimes be oversensitive about comedy; he was glad Papyrus wasn't like that.
        "Mind your business Bonebag!"
        He was happy to hear him making jokes period. Every once in awhile he would make a pun and play along with Sans, but it wasn't the same as this.
        His brother sounded genuinely happy for once.
        "Nyeh heh heh heh!"
          He wished he could see him smile.
        He wished he could make him smile.
        Make him laugh like his friend did...
        I'm bumming myself out...
         "Must be rather important for you to give up the chance to gain a soul. *gasp!* Is this love Flowey? Did you find a sweetheart?!"
          Flowey...?
         "Ewww! No!"
        "You can tell me, Flowey. Does he call you Buttercup?"
          He's a flower!
         "He's my brother! Or...sister. I didn't ask their gender..."
        "Love is blind anyway. I'm so happy for you!"
          "IT'S NOT LOVE YOU IDIOT!"
      Sans glanced at the patch of yellow flowers. He couldn't tell from where he was, but he was sure "Flowey" had to be there.
        "If it's not love, that means you're still available, yes?*audible wink*"
        And when I catch him, he's gonna tell me everything he knows about all this crap.
         "I WILL CARVE YOU LIKE A PUMPKIN PAPYRUS!"
         Papyrus was in full view now, staring into the flower patch. He seemed to have either forgotten about the kid with the gun, or decided to catch him later. They stood near the waterfall watching the two and listening to Papyrus tease Flowey.
        Kid's an idiot. How the hell did they survive down here for ANY period of time?
        "How about some introductions then?"
          "Introductions?"
        "Yeah, I'm lonely."
          "pffft!"
          "I'm not hooking you up with my sibling! You're DISGUSTING!"
      Come on bro, stop...
        "Am I not good enough for your brother? Who, pray tell, is more amazing than the Great Papyrus?"
          "CHARA'S A CHILD!"
      .........
       .........
        "........I can make him into a man."
          "I'm outta here!"
        "Awww! Don't go! Floooowweeeyyy!"
          Papyrus held his arm out dramatically, falling to his knees and reaching out to his friend.
          "See ya' later Sans!"
        "What?!"
          Fucker!
         Sans kept his eyes locked on his brother, ready to teleport if necessary.
         "Sans is here?!"
          There was no answer.
        Flowey was apparently really gone this time.
        Turning around sheepishly, Papyrus looked right at the two trash mounds, his face a light orange.
         Of course he'd look here. There's no other place I could hide.
         "Saaans?" Papyrus called out to him sounding embarrassed, "Brother, a-are you really there?" He almost looked scared to Sans. Like he didn't really want him to come out or say anything. He kept his hands up to his chest, intertwining his fingers as if he were pleading. His index fingers tapped together nervously.
        He didn't make a move towards the trash piles.
        He IS scared. What for though? What the hell does he think I'M gonna do? I can't do shit...
         "Decor's not a bad word," said the kid out of nowhere. Sans wasn't sure if they were being brave or just stupid. They looked at Papyrus blankly.
        Did they seriously stay JUST to continue that argument?!
          "It's insulting to Normal Fonts because they don't enjoy scaring people, and it's insulting to Horror Fonts because the decorations are not scary in the slightest, insinuating that we're useless and have no business living with humans side-by-side."
          Sans let out a breath he was unaware he had been holding. Papyrus had no intention of confronting him. He looked as relieved as Sans felt and was probably just as thankful that the kid had spoken up.
        "It's not a bad word if it's true," said the child stubbornly.
        Welp, there goes the last of the sympathy I had for this kid.
        I still don't know what this font stuff is all about, but it sounds like Decor's a REALLY bad word.
         "You realize these are your last words? Perhaps you should choose the next ones more carefully..." suggested Papyrus, crossing his arms.
         How does Papyrus even know these things? Even if he's gotten into my books, I've never read anything about prejudice against skeletons...
         "Your whole species is trash and I'm glad you got purged," sneered the human sticking out their tongue.
        "Cheeky!" said Papyrus laughing.
        What a brat...
         "You're all freaks! Every Font is a fucking freak!"
        "Whoa...language child."
          SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         The human kicked the water at Papyrus in an attempt to splash him.
          This kid needs a time out.
         "I hate you! I hate your whole FAMILY! I hate your big STUPID outfit!"
        "Wh-wha?"
          Papyrus looked like he was about to cry.
          "My brother helped me make this..."
          "It's ugly! Your scarf is ugly! Your outfit is STUPID! Your boots are stupid!" yelled the human splashing more water.
        SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        "FUCK YOU, HUMAN! I LOOK COOL! MY BIG BROTHER SAID SO!" screamed Papyrus, startling Sans.
        Where did that come from?!
          SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        Papyrus kicked water back at the child.
          "YOUR BIG BROTHER IS STUPID! AND YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO CURSE!" screamed the kid, red in the face.
        Hey...
        "I'M AN ADULT!  I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT TO!" screamed Papyrus just as loudly.
        "FUCKER!"
        "BRAT!"
          "I'M NOT A BRAT!"
        "YOU'RE A BRAT!"
          "DON'T CALL ME A BRAT!" shrieked the child.
        "YOU'RE A BRAT! BRAT! BRAT!" screamed Papyrus, stomping his foot with every 'brat'.
           "SHUT UP!"
        "YOU SHUT UP!"
          "NO, YOU SHUT UP!"
        "YOU SHUT UP HUMAN!!"
        "HEY!"
         Sans struggled to keep from laughing as a bone attack knocked the kid's hat from off their head.
         Nice shot bro.
        "Oh dear, please do forgive me little human. I WAS AIMING FOR YOUR BIG STUPID HEAD!"
          "I HATE YOOOOUU!!"
          The now hatless human had lost all sense of fear and apparently reason, for they had taken out a Sea Tea and was now gulping it down like a water elemental at a frat party.
        They're not seriously going to try to CHARGE Papyrus are they?
         The tea increased the kid's speed exponentially, and with a fierce shriek, they charged at the angry skeleton.
        "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
        Throwing their gun at Papyrus's face, they leaped at him...

        right into the jaws of a Gaster Blaster.

        BLOOSH!
         This kid didn't have enough HP to survive the blast like the girl did. They fell dead on the spot, smoking like a camp fire.
        "The Great Papyrus awards you with an A for effort...even though effort starts with an E! Nyeh heh heh!"
         Oh my god.
        Papyrus clapped his hands merrily, jumping up and down in the water.
        SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        Sans watched as a tiny yellow soul floated up from his remains and Papyrus skipped over to collect it.
        Freakin' lunatic, man...
         Papyrus pick up the charred body by the neck and dragged it to the waterfall. Sans watched intently as his brother pressed down on a rock that was sticking out, activating some kind of mechanism that ultimately revealed an opening.
        He and his puzzles.
         Papyrus tossed the dead child like it was any other piece of garbage into the opening, and humming Bonetrousle, he closed it off and began to leave.
        Sans waited until all the splashing stopped to finally step out from between the two trash mounds.
        Gathering up the little girl in his arms, he walked towards the waterfall and, after setting her down again, pressed the rock jetting out...or at least he tried to. The rock appeared to be stuck...that or he just didn't have the strength to press it. Using both hands, he pushed at the rock using all of his body weight, his eyes closed tight in concentration, until he finally gave up and hung there exhausted.
        They shot open in terror when he felt a gloved hand over both his own press down hard on the rock that had bested him.
        "In need of assistance brother?"

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Sans quickly placed an empty box over the dead child and slipped between the middle of the trash mounds.
        Please don't find me...
         Suddenly, a small human wearing a strange hat ran past, shooting a gun wildly.
        "Nyeh heh heh! Whatever are you aiming at human?"
          Pap!
         "Leave me alone, freak!" yelled the child, still shooting.
        The kid sounded like he might be male, though they weren't wearing a striped shirt.
        It was actually pretty hard to tell what they were wearing, because they was covered head to toe in dirt. It really looked like they hadn't bathed in a long time.
        Sans couldn't recall reading in the paper about a human running around.
        Must have been hiding out down here.
         As the battle continued, he quickly searched the trash piles he was hiding behind for a piece of mirror. The piles were huge and there were two of them, there had to be at least ONE shard in there...
        Bingo.
         Sans hit the jackpot and found a mirror shard as big and wide as his own palm. With this, he could watch the battle without leaning out of his hiding place.
        Wiping the grim off the shard, Sans tilted in until he was able to at least see the kid.
        The battle was not going well for them.
        Their face was a mask of terror and panic as they began to back away from Papyrus.
         He knows it's a dead end.
         "What's the matter, human? You look upset!"
          "STAY BACK!" The child fired his gun wildly, but their shots missed Papyrus by a mile.
        This kid's aim is shit...
         Papyrus closed the gap between them fairly quickly, almost skipping his way towards the child. He didn't seem perturbed at all by the bullets whizzing by his skull. "Golly! You're absolutely filthy child! You know what you need? A bath."
          "LET GO OF ME!" screamed the child as Papyrus lifted them into the air by their neck. They continued screaming as Papyrus scanned the area for a place with deeper water, kicking at the skeleton's ribs. Unfortunately for them, Papyrus's arms were a lot longer than their legs, and they couldn't land a single blow.
        "Drat! Can't find a good place to drown you anywhere!" complained Papyrus with a hand on his hip, "You'd think since the whole area is flooded, there'd be SOME kind of deep end; but I guess not." He sighed deeply as if he were truly upset and shook his head in mock disappointment; or at least it LOOKED like he was being sarcastic.
        Use the gun, kid! You have a gun!
         "You wanna go for a little walk? Maybe there's a deep end in the next area."
          The child continued screaming, completely ignoring Papyrus, and began hitting his arm repeatedly with their gun, trying to get free.
        "Hey! Stop that at once! If you don't behave I WILL take your toys away," said Papyrus looking angry. Sans couldn't tell what was sarcasm and what was real anymore. He didn't even know who he was suppose to be rooting for at this point. He loved his brother, but right now he was being an asshat.
         Shoot his arm or something!
         The human was wailing at this point. They had stopped hitting Papyrus and simply hung in the air crying, clutching the hand that held their neck. "Uahaaawaaaahhh!"
        "Ugh. Enough..." said Papyrus, holding the child as far away from him as possible. He put a hand to his head where his ear would've been in irritation.
          "Somethin' wrong bonehead?"
        Sans almost dropped the mirror shard in surprise as a familiar voice called out to his brother.
        Is that person still here?!
        Sans tilted the mirror shard this way and that, but saw no one. Whoever this was had to of been really small, or in the same hiding place as before.
        "The child shrieks like a fruit bat!" complained Papyrus.
          "Waaaaauuuuuhhhh!"
        "Sounds like they need a hug! Give em' a hug Pappy!" said the voice. Sans tried to remember if he knew anyone that sounded that shrill and obnoxious, but came up with nothing.
        Papyrus looked at the little human. "Is that what you need human? Do you need a hug from the Great Papyrus?" He still held the human out in front of him, but this time under the arms. His insane smile reminded Sans of a strange comic he had found at the dump once. There was a panel where a guy in a black striped shirt was holding out a stuffed bear like Papyrus was holding out the kid and he was talking to the bear with that same twisted grin.
          What was that comic called?
         ...Johnny The Homicidal Maniac?
         A shrill screech reverberated loudly throughout the dump as Papyrus squeezed the small kid in his arms. Sans winced as the noise rang in his skull deafeningly.
        "What is wrong with you human? I'm being nice! Why are you so afraid?"
          Yeah, really ki-
         Oh...
         The kid, thrashing their legs, continued screaming as blood began to flow from their mouth.
        They weren't just afraid.
        They were being crushed.
        "I don't think this is working. What am I doing wrong, I wonder?"
          Sans cringed, swearing he had heard a few bones break.
        "Maybe they aren't a huggy person...?"
        "Nonsense! Everyone loves hugs! Isn't that right Human?"
          This isn't my brother...
         "Oh I know! Their upset because they don't want to get in trouble! Children aren't suppose to accept hugs from strangers."
        This CAN'T be my brother!
         "Are you sure?"
           "There you go doubting me again...it really hurts my feelings you know," said the voice sounding sad.
        "What if I don't tell anybody? Then can I hug you Human?"
        The human didn't respond. Their struggles had ceased.
        Are they...dead?
          "No means no Pappy. Don't be such a perv..."
        "I'm not a perv! I'm just friendly!" Exclaimed Papyrus as if he'd been insulted.
          "You're a creeper." teased the voice.
        "I most certainly am not!"
          "Creeeeeepppeeerrrrrrr...."
      "How dare you..." said Papyrus giggling.
        The comedian was stunned. The voice and his brother reminded Sans of his drinking buddies down at Grillby's. They laughed like great friends; sharing jokes and having a good time.
        They ARE sharing jokes and having a good time...
        Papyrus dropped the child, and they scrambled away as quickly as they could, coughing up blood and wiping away tears.
        Run kid, run away! Run like the wind!
         The child ran, but in their panic, they went the wrong way.
        Right back to the dead end near the yellow flowers.
        You gotta be kidding me!
         They struggled to move a broken arm and succeeded in taking out...something. Sans was close to the kid, but he still couldn't tell what they were holding. Whatever it was, they definitely found it at the dump.
        They popped the possible food item into their mouth and began to chew. They obviously didn't like it, no surprise there, but it put their HP back at a reasonable level.
        "Heh hey Human! You're looking better!" said Papyrus with a grin.
        "Yaaaayyy!"
        "SHUT UP!"
        The sound of gloves clapping together was just loud enough for Sans to hear over the crashing waterfall. He noticed no one else was clapping.
        Does Pap's friend not have arms or hands, or are they just not making enough noise? Maybe Papyrus is friends with a ghost like Napstablook.
         "I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!" screamed the child madly.
        Sans highly doubted they'd put up much of a fight at this point. Food didn't fix broken bones...at least he didn't think so. Squinting at the kid's arms, he could see that they were, in fact, still broken. Their ribs were probably a mess too.
        How were they still standing?
        Is the power of Determination that strong...?
         "Ugly Decor!"
        "What did you just call me?"
          The small skeleton raised a brow.
        Papyrus's tone had changed.
        The mirth in his brother's voice was still there, but something else had been added in. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it made him feel like a storm was coming. Again, he was reminded of that guy in that comic book. Sans didn't know what Decor meant, nor had he heard it before, but it must have been really bad; probably a swear. He wouldn't be too surprised at this point if his brother knew a few curse words, but he was surprised that he knew one Sans didn't.
        Probably the voice's fault. They're just like Papyrus. I bet they're responsible for him acting this way.
         "What's a Decor?"
        Or not.
         Sans couldn't see his brother's face even with the mirror, but he could feel his anger; almost taste it. The atmosphere had completely changed, and tension filled the air and area around them. One could almost forget there was a waterfall nearby, it was so distracting and uncomfortable.
        He shifted his feet nervously waiting and wanting for SOMEONE to speak. Even the child was quiet. They had the look of a kid that knew they had effed up; like they had called their mother a cunt in front of everyone at a family reunion.
        "Decor, my friend, is a derogatory term for Skeletons; and if you ever use it, I will snap your neck without hesitation."
          Sans shuddered. He could feel Papyrus's anger, but his voice did NOT match his mood. He still sounded cheery...
          ".......what does it mean though? I don't get how it's bad..."
        The voice's tone had changed too. They sounded meek and frightened. Clearly Papyrus was the strongest of the two, and in charge of whatever relationship they had.
        "Humans, during a holiday called 'Halloween', dress up as monsters to scare each other and collect candy from houses-"
        "Like Spooky Day? Where monsters dress up like witches, zombies, vampires, and werewolves, etc?"
          "Yes, and they dress up their houses with decorations such as ghosts and for some reason naked skeletons."
          Sans smiled, amused with the similarities between the holidays monsters and humans had despite the situation he was in. He often collected books and movies from the dump and studied them to better prepare himself and his brother for the surface. Many holidays and traditions were similar to theirs. Despite the differences between Humans and Monsters ability and appearance wise; they were basically the same; intelligent creatures that just wanted a place in the world.
          "Why is calling you a naked skeleton bad?"
        "Because it's insinuating that Skeletons are stupid wild animals with no decency, who only desire to scare people and don't deserve the same rights humans and monsters have."
          Skeletons aren't monsters?
          "Umm..."
        Sans struggled not to laugh at the inappropriate joke the voice had made.
        He's an ass, but he is brave I'll give em' that much.
        "You've something to say?" Papyrus's full cheerful demeanor was back, whatever had been added to his tone before was gone. It seemed whoever owned the voice had a knack for cheering Papyrus up. It was sad however, that his brother didn't share the same sense of humor Sans did. He really couldn't see himself making a really mean joke like that about such a sensitive topic, or any mean joke in general. His puns annoyed people enough; he didn't need to get punched in the face.
          "Not a thing."
        "You wouldn't lie to me, would ya'?"
          It was getting harder not to laugh.
          "I gotta go..."
        Sans laughed.
        Luckily for him it had built up and turned into silent laughter. It hurt like hell, but it was more preferable than being caught.
        "I actually do have to go. I need to check up on the Human."
        "Check up? Why?"
        The comedian may not have liked making mean jokes, but listening to other people make them, and seeing things go well, made him happy. People could sometimes be oversensitive about comedy; he was glad Papyrus wasn't like that.
        "Mind your business Bonebag!"
        He was happy to hear him making jokes period. Every once in awhile he would make a pun and play along with Sans, but it wasn't the same as this.
        His brother sounded genuinely happy for once.
        "Nyeh heh heh heh!"
          He wished he could see him smile.
        He wished he could make him smile.
        Make him laugh like his friend did...
        I'm bumming myself out...
         "Must be rather important for you to give up the chance to gain a soul. *gasp!* Is this love Flowey? Did you find a sweetheart?!"
          Flowey...?
         "Ewww! No!"
        "You can tell me, Flowey. Does he call you Buttercup?"
          He's a flower!
         "He's my brother! Or...sister. I didn't ask their gender..."
        "Love is blind anyway. I'm so happy for you!"
          "IT'S NOT LOVE YOU IDIOT!"
      Sans glanced at the patch of yellow flowers. He couldn't tell from where he was, but he was sure "Flowey" had to be there.
        "If it's not love, that means you're still available, yes?*audible wink*"
        And when I catch him, he's gonna tell me everything he knows about all this crap.
         "I WILL CARVE YOU LIKE A PUMPKIN PAPYRUS!"
         Papyrus was in full view now, staring into the flower patch. He seemed to have either forgotten about the kid with the gun, or decided to catch him later. They stood near the waterfall watching the two and listening to Papyrus tease Flowey.
        Kid's an idiot. How the hell did they survive down here for ANY period of time?
        "How about some introductions then?"
          "Introductions?"
        "Yeah, I'm lonely."
          "pffft!"
          "I'm not hooking you up with my sibling! You're DISGUSTING!"
      Come on bro, stop...
        "Am I not good enough for your brother? Who, pray tell, is more amazing than the Great Papyrus?"
          "CHARA'S A CHILD!"
      .........
       .........
        "........I can make him into a man."
          "I'm outta here!"
        "Awww! Don't go! Floooowweeeyyy!"
          Papyrus held his arm out dramatically, falling to his knees and reaching out to his friend.
          "See ya' later Sans!"
        "What?!"
          Fucker!
         Sans kept his eyes locked on his brother, ready to teleport if necessary.
         "Sans is here?!"
          There was no answer.
        Flowey was apparently really gone this time.
        Turning around sheepishly, Papyrus looked right at the two trash mounds, his face a light orange.
         Of course he'd look here. There's no other place I could hide.
         "Saaans?" Papyrus called out to him sounding embarrassed, "Brother, a-are you really there?" He almost looked scared to Sans. Like he didn't really want him to come out or say anything. He kept his hands up to his chest, intertwining his fingers as if he were pleading. His index fingers tapped together nervously.
        He didn't make a move towards the trash piles.
        He IS scared. What for though? What the hell does he think I'M gonna do? I can't do shit...
         "Decor's not a bad word," said the kid out of nowhere. Sans wasn't sure if they were being brave or just stupid. They looked at Papyrus blankly.
        Did they seriously stay JUST to continue that argument?!
          "It's insulting to Normal Fonts because they don't enjoy scaring people, and it's insulting to Horror Fonts because the decorations are not scary in the slightest, insinuating that we're useless and have no business living with humans side-by-side."
          Sans let out a breath he was unaware he had been holding. Papyrus had no intention of confronting him. He looked as relieved as Sans felt and was probably just as thankful that the kid had spoken up.
        "It's not a bad word if it's true," said the child stubbornly.
        Welp, there goes the last of the sympathy I had for this kid.
        I still don't know what this font stuff is all about, but it sounds like Decor's a REALLY bad word.
         "You realize these are your last words? Perhaps you should choose the next ones more carefully..." suggested Papyrus, crossing his arms.
         How does Papyrus even know these things? Even if he's gotten into my books, I've never read anything about prejudice against skeletons...
         "Your whole species is trash and I'm glad you got purged," sneered the human sticking out their tongue.
        "Cheeky!" said Papyrus laughing.
        What a brat...
         "You're all freaks! Every Font is a fucking freak!"
        "Whoa...language child."
          SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         The human kicked the water at Papyrus in an attempt to splash him.
          This kid needs a time out.
         "I hate you! I hate your whole FAMILY! I hate your big STUPID outfit!"
        "Wh-wha?"
          Papyrus looked like he was about to cry.
          "My brother helped me make this..."
          "It's ugly! Your scarf is ugly! Your outfit is STUPID! Your boots are stupid!" yelled the human splashing more water.
        SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        "FUCK YOU, HUMAN! I LOOK COOL! MY BIG BROTHER SAID SO!" screamed Papyrus, startling Sans.
        Where did that come from?!
          SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        Papyrus kicked water back at the child.
          "YOUR BIG BROTHER IS STUPID! AND YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO CURSE!" screamed the kid, red in the face.
        Hey...
        "I'M AN ADULT!  I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT TO!" screamed Papyrus just as loudly.
        "FUCKER!"
        "BRAT!"
          "I'M NOT A BRAT!"
        "YOU'RE A BRAT!"
          "DON'T CALL ME A BRAT!" shrieked the child.
        "YOU'RE A BRAT! BRAT! BRAT!" screamed Papyrus, stomping his foot with every 'brat'.
           "SHUT UP!"
        "YOU SHUT UP!"
          "NO, YOU SHUT UP!"
        "YOU SHUT UP HUMAN!!"
        "HEY!"
         Sans struggled to keep from laughing as a bone attack knocked the kid's hat from off their head.
         Nice shot bro.
        "Oh dear, please do forgive me little human. I WAS AIMING FOR YOUR BIG STUPID HEAD!"
          "I HATE YOOOOUU!!"
          The now hatless human had lost all sense of fear and apparently reason, for they had taken out a Sea Tea and was now gulping it down like a water elemental at a frat party.
        They're not seriously going to try to CHARGE Papyrus are they?
         The tea increased the kid's speed exponentially, and with a fierce shriek, they charged at the angry skeleton.
        "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
        Throwing their gun at Papyrus's face, they leaped at him...

        right into the jaws of a Gaster Blaster.

        BLOOSH!
         This kid didn't have enough HP to survive the blast like the girl did. They fell dead on the spot, smoking like a camp fire.
        "The Great Papyrus awards you with an A for effort...even though effort starts with an E! Nyeh heh heh!"
         Oh my god.
        Papyrus clapped his hands merrily, jumping up and down in the water.
        SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
         SPLASH!
        Sans watched as a tiny yellow soul floated up from his remains and Papyrus skipped over to collect it.
        Freakin' lunatic, man...
         Papyrus pick up the charred body by the neck and dragged it to the waterfall. Sans watched intently as his brother pressed down on a rock that was sticking out, activating some kind of mechanism that ultimately revealed an opening.
        He and his puzzles.
         Papyrus tossed the dead child like it was any other piece of garbage into the opening, and humming Bonetrousle, he closed it off and began to leave.
        Sans waited until all the splashing stopped to finally step out from between the two trash mounds.
        Gathering up the little girl in his arms, he walked towards the waterfall and, after setting her down again, pressed the rock jetting out...or at least he tried to. The rock appeared to be stuck...that or he just didn't have the strength to press it. Using both hands, he pushed at the rock using all of his body weight, his eyes closed tight in concentration, until he finally gave up and hung there exhausted.
        They shot open in terror when he felt a gloved hand over both his own press down hard on the rock that had bested him.
        "In need of assistance brother?"