Unexpected Encouters

As Sans and Briar enter the dining room they see everyone sitting at the big table. Briar slips into the kitchen to help Papyrus bring out the food while Sans sits at the table. Amber sitting across from Sans, with Black sitting on her right side and Slim on her left, looks at the tired skeleton and asks the question that is on everyone’s mind, “So how long are we going to be wherever this is? I would greatly prefer not to deal with all these mannerless idiots more then I have to.”

 A low growl is heard coming from Zilla, who is sitting between Red and Edge a little farther down the table, as Papyrus and Briar set the almost overflowing bowls of spaghetti on the table. Sans says after a small sigh, “Well based on what was damaged and destroyed I’m going to have to call in a few flavors to get help getting the machine repaired. Can’t put an exact thyme on it al-dough I would say at best maybe a few months.” Laughs and groans are heard from different areas of the table as Sans pulls his phone out to send a quick message as everyone begins to eat.

Small conversations take place during the meal and the shock to the new “guests” about being above ground has some mixed reactions. Sans glances at Briar and then at the new hybrids as an idea forms in his mind. The master of relaxed and casual looks down at his phone as he receives an incoming message and says low enough it could be counted as a whisper but loud enough everyone hears, “✌☠✡⚐☠☜  ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼  ☝✌💧❄☜☼✍” The reaction he was expecting was mostly confusion with a few of the skeletons remembering.

“SANS! YOU KNOW ITS RUDE TO SPEAK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE IN FRONT OF GUESTS! IT IS BAD MANNERS!” Papyrus says with slight annoyance as the faint sound of a chair scrapping across the floor from someone standing quickly is heard. Everyone trains their sights on Zilla as she stares down at her plate, still full of spaghetti, with narrowed angry eyes while her soul starts to shiver slightly. She walks away from the table silently as Sans wonders curiously what the reaction was about. She stops in the doorway and looks over her shoulder to stare right as Sans. Her ears flicked back against her head and eyes narrowed but sorrowful expression in her eyes has him sweating magic slightly as she says with her voice laced with anger, “☟✌☼👎 ❄⚐ ☞⚐☼☝☜❄ ❄☟☜ 👌✌💧❄✌☼👎 🕈☟⚐ ❄⚐☼❄🕆☼☜👎 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☹☹ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☹✋☞☜📬”

She walks out of the dining room and after a few silent moments a door upstairs is heard being slammed shut causing both Briar and Papyrus both look sternly at Sans, who seems surprised by the reaction, while everyone else seems watched with confusion or in curiosity. Red clears his non-existing throat and says nonchalantly, “she’ll be fine. jus’ needs time ta adjust ta the situation is all.” Sans looks at Red with a raised bone-brow as he says, “well there are a few things it seems we will need to discuss later.” Briar interrupts, “But firstly we want you guys to know you weren’t the only ones who was brought from their timelines. The machine brought some others almost 5 years ago after our barrier was broke and Sans has asked them to come over to help make sure your adjustment to being in this timeline and on the surface goes smoothly.”

A few seconds after Briar is done speaking the front door slams open and a tall skeleton comes stomping into the dining room. He has two cracks on his face, one running from the top of his skull down to the top of his narrowed left eye-socket and the other running from below his narrowed right eye-socket down to the top of his mouth, and he has his hand raised, a finger pointed right at Sans showing the hole in the middle of his hand, as he asks with venom in his voice, “What was going through your empty skull that caused you to blow the machine up?!”

Briar crosses her arms over her chest and clears her throat to gain the new skeleton’s attention. He looks over at her and she nods her head to the side and his yellow eye-lights shift to see all the newcomers at the table looking at him with varied expressions, mostly confusion, on their faces. He looks back at Sans and says with a small sigh, “The others are waiting for your excuse this time. I will be in the office waiting.” And with that he turn and heads towards the living room. Papyrus starts to gather the empty plates and says, “IT IS GETTING LATE. WE SHOULD ALL HEAD TO BED AFTER THE TIRING EVENTS THAT HAPPENED TODAY.” Everyone mumbles agreements and slowly leave the dining room to make their way to the rooms they will be using for their stay however long that might be.

~In Sans’ office~

The tall skeleton stands leaning against the oak desk as Sans slowly shuffled into the room. His yellow eyelights trained on the shorter skeleton as the door closes.  “So what supposedly happened this time?” he asks uninterested in whatever excuse Sans is gonna say this time. Sans places his hands in his pockets and says, “tibia honest i’m not entirely sure G. i was just checking the coding to see if maybe we missed something and the machine started up all on it’s own.” G closes his eyesockets and pinches the bone above his nasal ridge feeing his frustration rising  and says with slight irritation, “And dragged eight confused souls to this AU?” Sans nonchalantly replies, “nine.” That answer cause G’s eye sockets to snap open and his yellow eyelights become pinpricks as he looks at Sans while he walks over to sit at the desk behind him, “What?”

“it brought nine through but what confuses me is why did it drag three hybrids through but didn’t when you guys showed up.” G puts a hand in his pocket searching for something as he thinks. After a moment he shrugs as he says, “Because our Gaster wasn’t insane enough to try soul fusing two completely different soul typings together. Did you at least see the coding for their universes?”

“I caught some of it before the monitor blew,” Sans says as he sits in the chair behind the desk. Both let a sigh out as G finished his sentence, “but not enough to recreate it.” Sans just nods in conformation. G places his hand in his other pocket looking for what wasn’t in the first pocket he tried, “I’ll start working on the parts we have to remake for the machine. Once it’s back together you aren’t touching it.” Sans closes his eyesockets as he leans back ing the chair.

“ok.”

“I’m serious Sans. We have been lucky nothing bad has happened since the others and I have been pulled through but we have no idea what could happen now. At least none of them seem dangerous especially the hybrids. There is no telling what one would be like with a high LV.” G pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket. As looks down at the pack to grab one and place it in his mouth Sans simply say, “well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but one hybrid does have a high Level of Violence.” This causes G’s eyelights to shift back to Sans.

“What universe are they from and how high of a LV?” Sans cracks one eye-socket open, his white eyelights landing on G.

“I guess she is from the same as the two edgy looking skeletons and fifteen but there is something I don’t understand about it.” G raises his head as his bone brow arches upwards as a sign for Sans to continue. “she has a high LV of 11 but her EXP is zero and she has zero kills.”

“I guess she is from the same as the two edgy looking skeletons and fifteen but there is something I don’t understand about it.” G raises his head as his bone brow arches upwards as a sign for Sans to continue. “she has a high LV but her EXP is zero and she has zero kills.”

“That is strange and unheard of. What was her soul color?”

“no idea.” The unlit cigarette falls out of G’s mouth and onto the floor in shock at hearing this.

“Care to elaborate?” He bends over to pick up the cigarette and holds it in his hand as Sans explains, “i could see her stats and feel the magic in her soul but i couldn’t see her soul color at all. it looked just like a normal monster soul so i figured maybe something was blocking it and keeping it hidden.” G closes his eyes and nods his head as he makes a mental note to look into ways to block a soul, “Things just keep getting more hazardous and intriguing around here. We will have to keep an eye on her to make sure she won’t be a danger to others.” Sans ruminates over everything that happened before speaking again, “that’s not the only odd thing. she can speak Wingdings and if her appearance is anything to go by it would seem their gaster lost more of his marbles then anyone else’s did.”

“I will keep the others away for a few weeks to let your new “guests” get adjusted. During that time keep me updated on anything new you find out about the newest additions to the family.”

Sans gives G a two finger salute as he says, “don’t worry. i will be keeping a close eye-socket on them.” G blips from the room taking a shortcut back to his home. Sans sighs and places his elbows on the desk and his skull into his bony hands wondering if it would be possible for things to get any worse then this.

~Meanwhile in Zilla’s room~

A knock on the door draws Zilla’s eyes from the ceiling above her bed. After a few seconds the knocks sound again. “Who’s there?” Zilla asks as her nose picks up the smell of cherries and smoke coming from the crack underneath the door. Red’s gravely voice sounds through the door as Zilla gets up from the bed to walk towards the door, “boo.”

“Boo who?”

“don’t cry. ’s only a joke.” Red laughs as Zilla opens the door. She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at him while he continues to laugh. He looks at her and stops laughing immediately seeing the glare. She rolls her eyes as she asks, “What do you want Red?” He shoved his hands in his coat pockets as he looks down to the ground.

“just wantin’ ta make sure ya were alright.” She stares at him for a few seconds before she moves away from the door and gestures with her hand for him to come in before walking back to the bed to sit on top of it. Red comes in and closes the door behind him. He sits next to her on the bed and wraps his arm around her, pulling her to his side and forcing her head to rest on his shoulder. Tears begin to fall from her eyes as she curls into him.

After a while Zilla falls asleep. Red lays her on her bed as her door opens to reveal Edge. He stares at Zilla’s sleeping form as Red walks towards the door. Red looks at his brother, seeing the worry on his face, and says, “she ‘s fine. jus’ bad memories.” Taking his eyelights off his sister he looks at Red and scowls. He hisses out in a hushed voice, considerably lower volume then anyone is used to hearing from him, “anyone having to deal with you would have bad memories!” He turns and leaves the doorway and heads towards his own room. Red stops in the doorway looking at Zilla one more time before he whispers while closing her door, “maybe one day she will tell you boss.”

A single pair of haunting eyelights fall on Zilla. Both red in color with the exception of a blue ring inside the red of the left one. A whisper as soft as a breeze escapes from Zilla as she curls further into a ball, “✋ 👎⚐☠❄ 👍✌☼☜ 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐ ❄⚐ 💣☜ ✌💧 ☹⚐☠☝ ✌💧 ❄☟☜✡ ✌☼☜ 💧✌☞☜ ☞☼⚐💣 ✡⚐🕆📬” The skeleton dressed in a blue, dust covered jacket with the hood pulled over his head and black basketball shorts with white strips on running up the sides tilts his head in curiosity as he takes a step away from the wall.

“Looks like things have gotten interesting around here Paps.”