After they had cleaned up, Sans had hidden his non-skeleton extremities, and gotten changed, Papyrus looked out the window.
“We’ll have to bring a flashlight and walk so we don’t wake the kids.” Papyrus stated. Sans looked at him and blinked.
“No we don’t.” Papyrus looked at him surprised. Sans grabbed his hand and teleported into an alley next to Grillby’s new shop on the surface.
“How did you do that?” Papyrus looked around, confused.
“I can teleport, come on!” Sans pulled Papyrus out of the alley, the streets deserted due to it being about 11:00. Papyrus’s long strides made it so that Sans was merely guiding him into the establishment.
“Hey Grillby.” Papyrus greeted as Sans tugged him to the bar.
“Hi Papyrus, Hi Sans!” Grillby greeted cheerfully.
“Hiya Grillby!” Sans sat in one of the stools and Papyrus sat next to him.
“The usual, Sans?” Grillby asked. Sans nodded.
“Papy will most likely want a shake since its the only sweet thing you have.” The two chuckled and Papyrus nodded, with a roll of his eyes. Grillby carefully grabbed a shake from a fridge below the counter and put it on the table in front of the taller skeleton. He then went into the back and came out with three bottles and set them in front of Sans, they were all labeled “Grillby’s Hardcore Whiskey”.
“Sorry I don’t have the usual five for you Sans, the humans love it so it’s been selling quickly. I’m nearly out.” Papyrus blinked.
“The usual five?!” His voice was laced in obvious disbelief.
“Yes, Sans is my best customer when it comes to my hardcore whiskey.” Grillby laughed and Sans nodded.
“I love the stuff, not sure why but I do. I keep a few crates in my room almost all the time.” Grillby nodded and Papyrus’s jaw dropped in amazement as Sans downed one in one go.
“Sans, that’s all I got for you for right now so don’t drink it all in one go.” Grillby scolded lightly. Sans laughed.
“I know.” The door opened to reveal Muffet, who had a store right next door.
“Oh! Hello Papyrus, I thought you didn’t like Grillby’s.” Papyrus nodded as he took a sip of the honey flavored shake.
“I don’t but I told Sans we could come.”
“Hi Muffet!” Sans and Grillby greeted the spider monster. Muffet went behind the counter and stood next to Grillby.
“Hello Sans,” She kissed Grillby’s cheek “Hey Grillby.” Grillby’s face turned a bit blue as he blushed. The two were a known couple and had been a lot like parents to Sans and Papyrus. Sans nursed his second bottle.
“H-hey Sans, Papyrus, why are you guys here so late come to think of it?” Grillby inquired suddenly, his face still slightly blue. The two blinked and Sans took a large swig.
Should we tell them, Sans? Papyrus asked mentally. As mates, they could speak mentally to each other.
They’ve been like parents to us for years. I think so, but we will have to reveal the fact I’m a mix. Sans took a smaller swig.
They will understand, they always have. Sans sighed.
“We, uh, we.” Sans spluttered. Papyrus bluntly explained everything.
“Papyrus! That was really blunt!” Sans scolded him after he was done.
“So, it got what needed to be said across.” Papyrus finished off his shake and Sans, drank a quarter of the way through his third bottle. Muffet and Grillby didn’t seem too surprised.
“We knew you guys weren’t related. When you guys were very young, Sans came running to us asking what he should do because you called him bro.” Muffet laughed. Sans chuckled with a faint blush. Sans felt his illusion magic slide with the familial feeling that overwhelmed him. Two sharp gasps filled the room.
“You are a mix.” Grillby leaned forward slightly, inspecting the black ears on Sans’s head, they flicked, laying against his head from the scrutiny. His tail’s flame was dim but it remained full, twitching from side to side.
“That’s pretty cool sweetie.” Muffet patted Blue’s head gently, rubbing a bit behind his ears, which he leaned into slightly. Grillby nodded.
“Mixes are uncommon, I haven’t seen even part Nightmares in years. The part angel is surprising though, angels mainly went extinct because of how high and mighty they acted. They thought of everyone who wasn’t an angel as an annoying bug and nothing more. As such, they thought it stupid to try to have mixed children or to even be in non-angel relationships.” Grillby’s information wasn’t too surprising, but most of the younger monsters thought that the extinct species were nothing but fairy tales.
“You guys were around during the war, right? Have they really been extinct since the war?” Papyrus asked. Grillby nodded. Muffet suddenly clapped her hands together.
“It’s time to close and you two to get some sleep.” She ushered them out with a smile. “And congrats on the soul-bond boys.” Blue blinked and dragged Papyrus away, teleporting home once they were in the alley.
“How did she know Papy?” Blue asked. They were in his room now.
“She’s always been good at guessing that sort of thing. It’s kinda weird.” Papyrus responded, rubbing the back of his head. He then yawned.
“You go to sleep Papy.” Papyrus nodded and laid down, almost instantly falling asleep. Blue giggled softly and teleported into the basement. There layed a strange machine. Blue had a PhD in veterinary science(I am not sure if this is correct but whatever, I’m honestly too lazy to look it up, I’m tired and trying to get this done for you guys) and was qualified to be a veterinarian, but he needed to stay home and did the things around home, which he was content to do, frankly it also took less energy which, in Sans’s opinion, was always a good thing, so instead he used his engineering skills, which were quite extensive but not even close to a professional engineers level, to work on this machine.
It had been left by the previous royal scientist, his father, who fell into his creation, the Core. Blue was unsure exactly what it did but it was soothing on his nerves to work on it. For whatever reason, it was unaffected by the RESETs. Blue didn’t know why but his Dad probably had made the damn thing impervious to such things, being the paranoid bastard he had been. Blue changed into the grease stained, grey, short-sleeved shirt and torn, dark blue, also grease-stained jeans he kept down there for when he worked. They were quite comfortable and, when his secret got out that he was a lot more intelligent than everyone thought, as he figured it probably would now, he wouldn’t bother changing from working on the machine when he had to go out and pick up the kids from school. Blue was pretty sure he was almost done with the machine, it hadn’t been too broken to begin with but in the underground he hadn’t really had the time to work on it. The only thing he had to do was figure out what was up with the power. As good as he figured, it was powered by magic, specifically raw DETERMINATION. Sans figured it was probably a way to use the dangerous substance, probably a safe way to get rid of it without killing or melting monsters but still using it. Sans began fiddling with the machine not hearing, 10 minutes later, the door opening. He didn’t feel the familiar eyes watching fondly as he fixed the final pieces. Sans wiggled out from behind the machine a while later, after he had finished fixing up the machine, his wings spreading slightly as he popped out to keep his balance. He heard chuckling and looked at the doorway to see Papyrus, leaning against the door frame, smiling fondly.
“Papy?” Blue was surprised. He honestly thought that Papyrus would be sleeping and would do so until morning.
“Why’d you leave?” Blue sighed.
“Never have been able to sleep. Besides, I wanted to get this done.” Papyrus looked at it dubiously.
“What does it do?”
“No idea, but let me put the power source in and start it up so we can see!” Blue reached into a cabinet and punched a few numbers into a safe about the size of a microwave, another one of his father’s creations, immune to the RESETs. It opened and Blue pulled out a small vial of DETERMINATION. There were a few other things in there but they are not important right now so their introduction will be given at another time. Blue shut the safe and cabinet. He then inserted the small vial into a tiny slot in the machine. The machine whirled and churned. Lights flickered on and the couple moved so they were in front of the machine. On a small screen on the side of the empty opening it read, “Anti-void”. There was a rumble from the machine and a boom, silent to those without sensitive hearing. Blue heard the boom. He and Papyrus were knocked back and when they opened their eyes, which had closed from the boom, the hole in the machine was filled with a light blue watery surface that moved a bit like fire (so think the Stargate portal but instead of it moving like water it moves like fire.)
“What the?” Papyrus breathed.
“It’s a portal, I’m guessing to the anti-void, I’m not quite sure what that is though.” Blue stared at it, wondering what he should do with it.
“Let’s go through then.” Blue’s head snapped to Papyrus in surprise.
“It could be dangerous.” Blue warned.
“So? You’re the Judge! We’ll be fine.” Papyrus walked towards it and Blue shook his head with a smile. They walked though together.
They emerged in a completely white, well, void. They came out a mahogany door, there were two other doors, a rosewood door and a oak door. They were all equidistant apart and made an equilateral triangle. A pure white pedestal stood in the center. It rose to about Sans's shoulders and had a grey marble the size Sans's head. Sans and Papyrus looked around, intrigued. Then, the oak door opened.
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