"bro! i'm home!" Sans shouted as he closed the entrance door to his house behind him.
Hmm, there was no answer.
Sans raised a brow and made his way upstairs to his younger brother's room.
Creaking the door open by a bit, he noticed his brother was already deeply asleep in his race car bed.
Sans smiled and whispered a, 'good night little bro' before silently closing the door and going to his room.
Upon stepping into the room, Sans threw his bags to the corner of his room and sighed, plopping onto his comfy bed.
Looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but to start thinking.
He felt so lucky to have such special monsters to his side.
But a feeling within the depths of his soul still lingered there.
He knew good things couldn't last forever, and never will.
Sans sat up and stared at his reflection through a mirror leaning up against his wall.
Sans chuckled.
I'm just being paranoic, he told himself in a vain attempt to calm his nerves.
The short skeleton stood up and decided he should get to work with printing the copies he needed to still do for Grillby.
Sans took out the piece of paper out of his back pocket and unfolded it, smiling from face to face.
So fancy.
Sans walked out of his room,and into his hidden lab at the back of the house, where he kept his paperwork and that old machine he had miserably failed at rebuilding.
After unlocking the door, he entered, switching the light switch to on at his entrance.
The lab was getting pretty dusty.
He had not been down there in weeks.
Attempting not to look at the broken machine, Sans made his way to a printer and a laptop placed on top of the corner of a desk and began to work on the page.
Once he was finished after at least fifteen minutes, he began printing at least another handful of copies.
He was pretty glad with how they came out and wondered how Grillby would react upon showing him the copies.
(Just for you to know as a reference how the page looks :P)
Sans looked down at the lower right corner of his laptop, and noticed it was already midnight.
Rubbing his nasal bone, he groaned before proceeding to let out a long, tired yawn after.
He felt pretty tired.
Man he sure did miss being lazy.
Lately, he had surprisingly been doing a whole lot of work.
Sans slowly got up to leave, but just when he was about to do so, he looked back over his shoulder and turned back at the door.
Hesitantly, he headed back over to the machine and placed a hand to its side.
Don't forget.
Sans could feel a deep sorrow building up at such a fast pace, if he stood there any longer, his infamous smile facade would go to waste.
"i'll find a way" he whispered before finally getting out of the room as fast as possible without looking back.
Sans stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a shorcut to his bed.
He lied there for at least ten minutes straight with nothing is his mind, but just pure quietness.
Sans curled himself to a ball in fetal position and heaved a mouthful sigh, before attempting to close his eyes in order to sleep a little bit at least.
Maybe some sleep will help me feel better, he thought.
He felt the room temperature slowly drop and the room get a tiny bit brighter.
Weird.
He still did not opened his eyes though.
Sans put his right hand on the edge of the bed and let it hang there, slightly rubbing the carpet of his room.
Wait.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
His hand usually didn't reach down to the floor, it was too short compared to the bed frame.
Sans' eyes shot open as he sat up faster than lightning.
His breathing instantly hitched faster.
He knew this room.
It was his own room from back in the Underground.
"how- how did i get here!?" He frantically asked himself as he stumbled out of the blue matress lying on the carpet.
Then he realized.
"oh n-no... what is this? no.... grillby." Sans' voice began trembling.
The kid broke the promise...
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