InSANity

Changing

It was such a strange sight. Strange, yet pleasing as the bright crimson stain spread, mixing with the pure white snow, ruining its beautiful purity.

Red was such a delicious color, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

"Just like ketchup..." he muttered, sticking his slimy bony finger into his mouth, frowning when a bitter taste hit his tongue. he spit it out, right onto a messy heap in front of him. "Oh... What a bother. Humans are so MESSY. Why can't they just turn into dust like us?" he reached forward and grabbed the corpse, grimacing as the redness spread to the fabric of his favorite hoodie. nonetheless he cradled the heap in his arms, whispering softly, as if it was a baby just born to him.

He traced the human's cheek, right up to where the left eye used to be, and then brought his hand to their chest.

"This is all your fault you know." he chuckled, before shoving his hand violently inside, ripping their very soul out from its safe haven.

It wasn't supposed to end this way. Or for that matter, even start like this.

Everyone around town knew there was something different about their friend, but they couldn't figure out what.

It all started when he met the human, seemingly lost and helpless in the woods.

But he knew from experience that they were far from weak.
And they were far from helpless.
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"Sans?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, Sans shot out of the chair, his left eye blazing blue for a split second before fading down to a small white dot.

"Papyrus..." he groaned, straightening himself when he saw his brother standing at his door. "Cant a monster have his privacy?"

"Sure! As soon as you're done with work!" Papyrus lectured, crossing his boney arms tightly, "Undyne called me this morning telling me you didn't show up to your post! I was worried sick! Well... Until I realized you were probably still asleep! Stop being such a lazy bones! Being a sentry is a very important job!"

"Heh... Lazy bones. It looks like I'm not the only pun loving jokester in this town."

"SANS! ENOUGH OF YOUR INSOLENT BABBLE! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!" screamed papyrus, "If I had hair I would have torn it out long ago with all the trouble you cause me!"

"That's a funny thing to imagine. You having hair." in fact, as he thought of Papyrus having long flowing locks of blond, he started to crack up.

"SANS!"

"Fine fine, I'll go to work. But only after you answer me this." Sans sat up, throwing his sweatshirt over his stained tank top.

"... What is it...?"

"What makes a skeleton laugh?" he was already giggling. What could he do? He was just so plain hilarious.

".... What...?" Papyrus knew what was coming next, but it was far too late for him now.

"When something tickles his funny bone."

"GET OUT!"

Sans was still laughing as he headed to his outpost, hearing his brothers bouts and swears right until he entered the Waterfall. Then he was, once again, alone. He sighed and slid into his booth, and felt himself begin to dose off again.

It only felt like seconds passed before he felt something small and warm touch his wrist.

"... Eh?" his sight took a moment to focus, but when they did he saw it was the human. They smiled and held their hand out in a friendly gesture.