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Chapter One.

It'd been forever since anybody, anyone had opened that big hatch over the only exit and entrance to and from the Underground. No one even knew where the thing came from and they seemed to just shrug it off as nothing. It certainly wasn't there for a while after The War. Was there even a War in the first place, or was that the cruel king's cover-up explanation to why they were trapped under here, for so long? These were the thoughts of the Monster staring below, staring hard at the black abyss that was the ceiling. Wings unfurled as a bony appendage stretched up to the once illuminated space. Artificial light. Now, that's all that Monsterkind had to keep themselves comforted from the dark, desolate, unforgiving reaches of the caverns that they foolishly attempted to inhabit. Fire Magic, although warm, wasn't enough to keep every individual warm in the harsh weathers of Snowdin. It was rather mild in Waterfall, but all the dangerous creatures lurking in the Swampland and waters below was more than a good reason to keep everybody out of there, even in the most dire of cases. Hotland was just..hot. Almost boiling. The air was enough to evaporate the sweat trickling down your forehead. The wings of the unidentified monster stretched, shook it's feathers and folded back down over his back, taking in as much of the perfect, perfect air of the Ruins that he could before having to return back to the freezing town of Snowdin. Nobody was even allowed to pass through those purple doors. But as long as the once-was Queen wasn't around, no one would find out. With one last long stretch of his phalanges, the skeletal creature let their arm fall, and turned their back to the bed of flowers. Standing for a minute, before heading off. If they could recall, things weren't always this way. It used to be so..cheery. So happy. All the Monsters just went about their usual business. Though, the same couldn't be said for when Asgore was appointed to be King after the old one had died. He was a shut-in, anyways, and didn't do much, if not anything. Who knew that they could get much worse than that. Asgore was a mental train wreck. Fingers flexed as they pushed on the first set of doors toward the exit. The most unnerving thing about coming back and fourth, was that you had to head past the Post-Queen's home to get back out. Those dusty photo frames, those wilted flowers..the books. He could certainly see why she didn't want to be held accountable for the King's actions. The skeletal's boots clacked on the floor with each step on the worn paths, eyes settling on every magic-lit torch that illuminated the pathway. The King was always paranoid and nervous about everything he did, even if he seemed to keep a calm composure. Someone got stabbed? Just execute the nearest person as an 'example'. Now that's just injustice. Eventually, the skeletal Monster was face-to-face with the Queen's doors. They exhaled through their 'nose' and pushed the doors open, tucking his wings down a little extra to avoid getting stuck in the narrow passageways. After passing, they look from left to right, then make a run for it to the Basement, which surprisingly, was right in front of you when you entered. Taking just a second to glance at those old photos, before making their way downstairs, through that long and narrow hallway, before..accidentally, crashing through the Ruin Doors headfirst, falling down into the snow below. "SANS!" A tall figure shouted from the not-so-far distance. The skeleton shakes their wings free of melting snow and ice, licking their snakebites over before hopping up to their feet, wingspan stretching out and relaxing, unfurled and exposed as another Monster stomped their way near, face full of jagged and unforgiving features. "yo." The smaller chimed, brows raising at the other skeleton. "BROTHER," The taller began, "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT PASSING BEYOND THOSE DOORS!?" A hand stretched out and hooked into the smaller's shirt collar, before he turned around, and began tugging his older brother along. "you've told me a ton about it." The other shrugged his shoulders, wings raising just slightly, "a skele-ton, papyrus." Sans dug his heels into the ground below, stopping his brother from pulling him any further. "UUGHH! QUIT THAT! THAT'S THE..THE 730TH TIME YOU'VE USED THAT PUN. EVER!!!" "yeah. but you're smiling." "I AM AND I..I HATE IT!" The unwilling grin tugging at the more lanky monster's features soon faded, although, and he began tugging at the other's shirt once more, without success. "heh. guess i really do gotta lose weight, huh?" The taller growled, stomping a foot down, pulling his hand away. "IT'S A BLESSING THAT YOU CAN EVEN FLY WITH THOSE DAMNED WINGS OF YOURS, BROTHER. DIDN'T SANTA GIVE YOU A TREADMILL LAST CHRISTMAS?" The smaller skeleton looked off to the side, beginning to walk aside his brother. "..yeah. santa did. i'll get to it eventually." Papyrus only sighed as a response, the rest of their walk back to Snowdin rather silent, until, "WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE TATTOOS, ANYWAYS? YOU JUST SORT OF...SHOWED UP WITH THEM, ONE DAY." Sans blinked, tugging back a bit of his jacket to show off the end of a tribal-ish sleeve of tattoos along his arm. "oh. these? heh, well, i was gone all night for a reason. getting 'im done on both arms is a long and aching process, ya know. let's just say i know a guy or two." His black sleeve's pulled back down, and he sighs out slowly, tucking his hands back into his pockets as they made it the rest of the way home.

#AfterdarkAU Undertale Sans Papyrus

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