Losing Hope

Eight years.

Eight long years after monsters were freed and there was another war on the horizon. Fear constantly hung over their heads as Monsters were being dusted left and right, found in their homes as piles of silvery dust.

(Y/n) felt a tug on his SOUL, an ache deep within his marrow as another soul cried out. He followed the wailing of his instincts leading him straight towards the other soul. The sound of his bony talons hitting the ground making a soft clicking noise that echoed on the quiet street as his tail lashes back and forth behind him. Eyelights dancing around the area cautiously while he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his fluffy trench coat.

He was close. He could feel it with every step he took. His lime green eyelight bolted around, scanning for the source of the soul in distress. And then he heard it. small whimpers. The whimpers were quiet, but the cries from its soul was louder. So much louder.

He trudged between two buildings, an alleyway taking his time to glance around the darkness, the smell of trash and musk unsettling him. The further he ventured into the dirty alley the louder the whimpers became until he saw movement out of the corner of his eye sockets making him stop in his tracks his eye flaring as he prepared for an attack.

"Just a rat," he grumbled in a snarl, his voice raspy and baritone.

He pushed past two large trash cans, before coming across the source of the ache in his soul.

Wrapped in the corner of the alley was a young Skeleton monster, it's eyes still closed and could more than likely not see. Just a babybones. The poor thing was probably only a few hours old.

And from his knowledge, the last true skeleton monster disappeared three years ago. So how did this little one appear?

The sudden sharp pang in his soul caused him to walk closer to the baby bones, studying its features.

It was thin, small ridges on top of its skull for where it's horns would grow as it did. Magical orange tears trailed down its shut and blank eye sockets.

It had a small tail, tipped with an arrow-like ridge. It's claws were tiny and couldn't do any harm.

He reaches down and picked up the skelepup soul pulsing as he held its shaking figure close to his ribs.

The skelepups bones rattled softly, the red blanket was torn and provided little warmth. If the pup was left alone any longer it would have dusted from the cold.

The movement of something white caught his attention, the soft flutter as it fell caused him to pierce it with his tail bringing the paper close to his face, and in the dim lighting he read what it said.

The letters were in strange symbols, the closest thing he could think of was WingDings, but that was a bit of a stretch.

Despite it being in a language he's never read before, his mind translated the words for him.

"•My last experiment

A skelepup,

I call him Papyrus

Take care of him

(Y/n).

-W.D."

He stared at the note for a good few moments, before looking down at the bundle in his arms. It- no, Papyrus stopped whimpering and clutched onto his white sweater shirt, cuddling up to his chest where his SOUL hummed and radiated warmth.

He felt his permanent grin widen, before he turned and left the alley. No use staying in here, he had a nest to rearrange and monster formula to make.

And a little brother to take care of.

———

It was only four months after he found his Papyrus that MAGES were forced to change their names. And in order to make his brother (oh stars he loved being able to say that.) more comfortable, he changed his name to MS Sans. Though he still used (Y/n) as an alias and around the pack.

At first Grillby was doubtful, knowing that it was hard to take care of a cub. But (Y/n) was persistent, and powered through it. He stayed up late at night until Papyrus fell asleep in his nest and would wake up moments before the cub did and would already have formula or a diaper ready.

With the war going on around them food was scarce, and Papyrus was just around the age to being able to eat soft foods. It didn't matter. (Y/n) did everything he could to feed Papyrus. He would do anything for the skelecub, the sibling bond that connected their SOULS together had grown tremendously.

—-

Eight months since (y/n) found Papyrus and the skelecub was absolutely determined to crawl around and get into everything. (Y/n) didn't get a wink of sleep, he was far too busy trying to keep up with the skelecub to sleep not to mention Monsters being rounded up on a daily basis.

They were being forced back underground. His alpha Grillby and his omega Fuku were already underground. And he'd be damned if he and papyrus were going to be forced down into that hell.

He glanced at the diaper bag and his own bag before he slung them both over his shoulder.

He left the small room of his den and walked into Papyrus's ignoring the rotting corpse. He gently grabbed the sleeping skelecub out of the crib wrapping a red scarf around the pup before he fled the home of the human he murdered.

The moon was high in the sky, and snow lay thickly on every surface. He readjusted Papyrus in his arms before he began his run, hiking up the mountain quickly, using his magic to avoid any traps that may be lying around.

After the sun began to rise he found it, the entrance the Monsters first came out when they were freed. He cast one last glance before stepping through the new, stronger BARRIER.

He made sure that Papyrus was still asleep before making his way through new home.

It didn't feel like a home.

It never would.

——

Eighteen long years since the monsters had been re-sealed and it had all gone to shit.

The royal family had been dusted. King Asriel, princess Res (Chara) and her twin, prince Silan (Frisk) were the only survivors.

Everyone was hungry, constantly.

Monsters dusted each other everywhere.

Everyone seemed to forget that they've ever been to the surface, if he asked anyone they would act confused and refused to admit they've ever been on the surface.

All the pictures he brought with him disappeared.

And Grillby...

he no longer had his pack.

With the knowledge of the surface lost, so was the knowledge of him being part of Grillby's pack.

At least his new Alpha was his brother, Papyrus..

——

He fucked up, he really fucked up.

His brother, Papyrus, ordered him to kill MK, an old mage kid who was born without his arms.

But he couldn't, he couldn't touch the omega. He tried but he just couldn't.

And now he was hiding in his room, listening to his alpha bang on his door. He huddled up in his corner, glowing green tears pouring down his face.

What happened to the cub he raised? The papyrus he knew didn't act like this, and yet he could never make himself hate his brother. No matter how hard he tried.

BANG

BANG

CCRRRRK

SMASH.

And the door flew open, papyrus burst in. A Gaster blaster hovering midair before it faded away leaving nothing but his furious brother.

He curled further into a ball, his brother was holding an electric shock collar. Papyrus stormed over to him saying nothing but that didn't matter when the scowl on his face spoke volumes.

(Y/n) was picked up by the collar of his sweater, the 6'3 mag-monster easily yanked off the ground by the thin 8'5 monster.

"Since You Obviously Can't Take Your Orders Seriously. And You Hide In Here Like A Bitch.I Will Treat You Like A Cowering Bitch." Papyrus snarled, causing (Y/n)s sockets to widen, bones rattling in fear as his bunny slippers fell off his clawed feet.

"Pa-Papy, I-" (Y/n) was cut off when he was thrown into the wall, ribs cracking with the force. He let out a yelp as Papyrus stomped on the wall next to him, his boots narrowly missing his blank eye socket.

"Shut Up."

And he did, he forced himself to go limp as he began to sweat. Watching the monster he raised glare into his sockets unable to stop the aching in his soul that grew stronger as each second passed.

He didn't fight back when Papyrus clasped the shock collar around his neck. Didn't let out a single whimper as his brother flared him down and yelled at him for being such a disgrace.

—-

When he didn't respond to one of papyrus's orders he got shocked. Overtime he began to find some sort of sick pleasure being shocked.

Monsters didn't dare bother the Skelebeast now that Papyrus joined to royal guard.

He was forced to watch and hunt, living with this aching in his SOUL.

He found a reprieve in taking frequent breaks that his brother didn't know about. He would clamber over to Gril-.. Well, it was Fuku's now. Grillby had been dusted shortly after they were re-sealed. He would order ranch and drink himself silly with the dressing, pass out and wake up at home with new bruises and scars. His brother yelling at him and using the collar on him.

He loved it, wasn't Papyrus the best?

-

And then the resets began, at first he thought nothing of it, but when the days started repeated his visits to Fukus grew from maybe three times a month to once a week. What was the point in caring if it was all gonna happen again anyway?

Then the human fell.

At first the child would SPARE everyone, they would spread love and not LV.

Then the barrier was broken again. Freedom was in reach once again. He would get to see the stars again like he always wanted.

But then he woke in his bed with a hangover and the smell of smoke on his clothes. His brother using his shock collar to wake him up.

And the day would start over, the kid would come back out the RUINS and he would greet them. The kid would set them free and he'd wake up.

He lost so much hope, from the 15 he had down to a mere 10.

Then the kid started killing, he would slaughter everyone around him.

He would warn the kid not to harm his cub, his brother, Papyrus.

The kid did anyways.

And he was forced to fight the kid.

When he killed the kid the first time he sobbed, begged the kid to reset. And when the kid didn't he had to continue.

And when the kid killed him for the first time, it was like going through the transformation again. His bones turning to dust as HOPE and DETERMINATION leaked through the giant slash.

He went from 10 HP to 3.

What was the point...

—-

He jolted out of bed with a gasp, gripping his skull in his hands, his tail stabbing into the bed just taking his time to gather himself before he went through hell again.

When he finally dragged himself from his bed he spared a glance at the tidy room, his eyelights grazing over the ripped stuffed animal in the corner then the treadmill in front of his closet and finally passed the guitar resting on his dresser.

His collar sent a shock through his body, causing him to convulse slightly amd dropping his HP by .1

"SANS!" His brothers voice boomed behind his door, followed by the door banging open.

He stared at papyrus buttercup yellow eyelights before moving on. Checking over him had become second nature at this point. His brother had two large antlers now coupled with a large crack over his jaw and a missing tooth. Hit tail and spine had ridges trailing down into a sharp point.

Papyrus wore black armor over a red tie and white undershirt. He had on black pants and long boots with heels, the only shoes that would fit the shape of his feet at this point. He held a leash in one of his black gloves.

"Y-Yes, Master." (Y/n) stood from his spot, careful to not look in his Alpha's eyes.

"PRINCE SILAN HAS ORDERED FOR US TO GO TO THE CASTLE. THE BARRIER IS ABOUT TO BE BROKEN ONCE AND FOR ALL. AND FOR SOME REASON HE WANTS YOU TO COME. WHY HE WANTS A LAZY, COWERING BITCH IS BEYOND ME." His voice was full of mirth as he stormed closer to his figure. Patching the long chain leash to his collar before roughly tugging on it.

Right, the kid went Pacifist once more. But this time the mute promised this would be the last reset. He could find it within himself to believe the alpha murderer.

He listened to Papyruses ranting as he was roughly tugged by him to follow. He made sure to stay as far as his leash allowed him to.

Even if he liked it, he didn't want to lose more HP by his alpha.

—

They were free. Free once again.

He stood on the same outlook he climbed to save his brother. Next to him was a small human child with red hair and eyes. The faint scar across the child's neck was nothing compared to the scars everyone else bore.

Three Goat monsters stood behind the child. Res and Silan holding each others hands as Asriel stood behind him.

Undyne and Alphys off to the side a little while his stood in the back, his leash tied to a rock as his alpha let out loud roars of laughter.

The sun was setting and he could see stars once again.

He felt so happy, so damn happy.

But that would be too easy.

It all had to be stolen from him yet again.

Everything around him distorted and he felt himself fall forwards, the world turning black.

He collapsed on the ground next to a machine, his leash tangling around his leg as he took notice of two unfamiliar faces

"Shit, Classics gonna be pissed."

And

"Where's the other?"