Birds of a Fellther CHP 2 {UNDERFELL FANFICTION}

RECAP:

After an uneventful breakfast, the bros decide to go to the shopping district to replenish their dwindling food supply.

After breakfast, Papyrus went back to his room to change. Now that he wasn’t in the royal guard, there was no reason to wear his uniform. Which meant that he actually had to put some thought into his clothing.

He slid open his closet and stared blankly at his clothes for a few seconds. Then he grabbed a black turtle neck sweater he didn’t remember buying and a pair of grey cargo pants he hadn’t worn in three years. He slipped his boots on- not the platforms, they were regular black lace ups. He rubbed his thumb across the metal studs in his right hand, and almost as a second thought grabbed a thin pair of gloves.

He felt slightly overdressed. He wasn’t in Snowdin anymore, after all. It was warm outside. Summer maybe? Or, spring? Papyrus wasn’t sure how to tell.

He touched his scarf briefly, then shook his head and left his room. He spotted Sans sitting on the couch; he hadn’t bothered to change. Or maybe he had. It was hard to tell since he only wore shorts and that disgusting hoodie of his everywhere.

Papyrus was willing to bet that he hadn’t though.

The tall skeleton made his way down the stairs. Sans glanced over to him and slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.” Sans muttered.

Papyrus ignored him, and instead rolled his shoulders. “Are you ready?”

Sans’s mood instantly dropped. “Yeah,” he muttered.

“Don’t be such a babybones, would you rather walk?” Papyrus said.

For a second, Papyrus thought Sans might hiss at him like he had when they were kids, then he hmphed and grabbed Papyrus’s arm. Papyrus barely had a second to prepare before Sans’s magic wrapped around him.

The world went black, and cold, bitterly so. Not a physical cold that his lack of skin made easy to ignore, the darkness closed around his SOUL. Then it was gone. The only sensation was his brother’s hand gripping tightly onto his radius. Papyrus felt like he was floating. Time stretched on, then there was a sudden, sharp tug on his arm and he was standing perfectly still in the middle of a park. Papyrus inhaled and blinked several times.

He turned to Sans, fully prepared to yell at the moron that was his brother. He didn’t. Sans braced himself against Papyrus’s side. His hand shaking slightly around Papyrus’s arm.

“Sans?” Papyrus asked.

Sans looked away and dropped his death grip on Papyrus’s arm. “Jus’ give me a second.”

They stood in silence. Silence other than the distant sounds of shrieking children. The good kind of shrieking children. They were probably playing tag, or hide and seek, or whatever people who grew up in places with parks played.

Eventually, Sans started walking forward. Papyrus went after him.

“I wasn’t aimin’ for the park.” Sans said, his voice no longer holding any trace of distress. “Haven’t been over here in awhile.”

“Yes, well,” Papyrus began, “We could go into town more… but do you want to do that more often?”

Sans snorted. “Goodness, no.”

There. Everything was fine.

The park was nice. It had a few trees scattered around, and was slightly hilly. There were several walking paths, one of which the brothers made their way to and followed toward the shopping district. Near the edge of the park, the terrain smoothed out and the trees became more clustered. There were a few flowerbeds as well, but the main attraction was a large brightly colored plastic structure on which several monster and human children were rapidly traversing.

It looked like some kind of obstacle course… a very simple obstacle course. Probably so that the children did not injure themselves.

It was an interesting concept. He wondered what universe it had been from.

Papyrus might’ve enjoyed such a thing if he had been a child.

The brothers left the park and made their way onto a small street. The houses were all abandoned. Either because they were forced out, or because their owners had been dusted. Papyrus leaned toward the former.From what little he’d heard last time they had gone to the market, most of the food was produced by four large timeline fragments of some universe called Farmtale. In the first two weeks, they had gotten attacked constantly, at least until a group of high LV monsters had shown up and established the shopping district.

He didn’t remember what universe they were from. It didn’t really matter.

“So,” Sans said, pulling Papyrus out of his thoughts. “What’s on the list, Boss?”

“Eggs, milk, cereal- if it’s in season..?” Papyrus wasn’t quite sure how this whole ‘farming’ thing worked. “Chicken, anything canned, pasta, potatoes, cheese… and anything else we remember while we’re shopping.”

“You could’ve just made a list.” Sans said.

“I’ll make a note of your suggestion.” Papyrus replied.

Sans grinned. “A mental note or, yah gonna write that down?”

Papyrus chuckled. Sans froze for a split second, then his grin relaxed into something a bit more genuine.