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"Clopen" turned off.
Sans walked out the store, taking a small look at his handiwork that he had made to make his store his own. Sure, he broke a wrist when the ladder fell, but it was worth it. Unlocking the front door, he immediately noticed the lights were all off, except for the ones in his brother's room.
"Hey Paps, you awake up there? I'm home." Sans whisper-yelled from downstairs.
"Guh-murhumb-Go away, Sans.." Papyrus grumbled in response, not even coming out of his room. He'd been like this ever since that Holiday girl vanished, sent the whole town into a frenzy, but slowly died down when it came to the consensus that she was probably dead. It was tragic, and Sans had even been a volunteer to search for her. Nothing came up, though.
But to cling onto it even now? Sans shook his head as he took off his hoodie and hung it on the coatrack, walking upstairs to his room. Clinging to things of the past was stupid, he'd been told by Toriel.
Now that he thought about it, when she said that to him, it was when they first met after her divorce, and she was clearing her whole house of Asgore's stuff. He'd been told a lot of stuff by Toriel, since he loved to hear her talk, and he was always more of the silent kind.
Not that he didn't chip in every so often. He liked talking to her about his shifts at the store, and in turn she liked to talk to him about just anything. Sans didn't mind if Toriel stuttered or lost her train of thought, it was just nice to have someone to chat with. He'd even been there when Toriel was at her absolute worst; drunk and miserable in the afternoon with the television playing static in the living room.
Then there was Kris.
Sans didn't know why, but every time Sans came over, Kris just silently stared, maybe looked away, deliberately ignored his existence.
Sans didn't know what he did wrong to the kid, or why Kris disliked him so. Was it the way he talked? Was it the fact he came in during a messy time in the kid's life?
Sans wondered, as he sat down on his messy bed, to ask this stoic child, ask them "What did I ever do to you?"
Maybe then he'd become friends with them. Maybe. Hopefully.
Papyrus tossed and turned in his bed, his mind chasing a note played by a lost guitar. Countless drawings of that same ebony figure with a singular eye and towering horns that could pierce the blanket of heaven, tossed aside from his desk as his figurines collected dust.
All except one. Kampess The Kollector. She was a black goat, arched with a yellow cloak and a big basket of evil toys on her back. Kampess was from a video game series that Dess loved due to its edgy humor, and Papyrus had bought one of the figurines... only to find out Asriel had gotten all seven (including Prancine the Elegant, who was limited edition) for Dess.
At least he got to keep the one he bought.
It was something to remember Dess by. Something to remember Asriel by. As Papyrus rubbed his sore eyes, his mind wandered.
He drifted.