A Rude Awakening

It was so nice outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, on days like these, people like sans...

Were being tossed through the air and into a bed of ridiculously soft things while one of the loudest people he knew screamed at him from across the room. It all happened so fast that it earned a rare, verbal gasp from him. He blinked, stunned. Sans attempted to sit up, heart nearly pounding out of his chest and head swimming at Papyrus' ridiculous antics. This was a new way to be woken up, and filed into the ever-growing list his brother had created.

Mockingly, he took a glance at his imaginary watch and yawned. "you know what time it is papyrus?" Not waiting for an answer, sans gave a vague motion to where his Zubat was sleeping in the corner of the room. "it's time to go back to sleep." And with that, sans closed his eyes and flopped back onto the stuffed animal carpet he had landed on. Not really though. With the way his heart was pounding, there was no sleep to be seen on the inside of his eyelids for miles.

Adventure? Oh right, Creation Day. The day trainers set out for their journey across the region. The day most trainers got their starter. The day that Papyrus wouldn't shut up about for the past few months. His train of thought busied him all throughout being handled like a doll, and being dragged downstairs into Grillby's.

Lucky for sans, he had already put his sneakers inside of the backpack sitting in front of the door. Also lucky for sans, Time had enough sense to fly his Zubat butt past them and into the kitchen, where he was most likely sitting under the table. Bonehead was sitting alongside Toby, patiently waiting for his trainer to come down here and give him food.

"we gotta break fast pap if you want any of that food. i hear hot dog droolin' up a storm from here." Sans' stomach growled, telling Papyrus indirectly to hurry up.

Sans poked at his food on the plate for a moment with a blank smile before leaning away from Papyrus to grab the object of his affections. The ketchup bottle. He uncapped it, drizzled it all over his food until it could hardly be seen anymore, and then started digging in. In-between mouthfuls he took a lazy once-over of the bar they would be leaving behind. Their home of ten years, being left for his brother's Pokemon journey. Sans wasn't excited. All he wanted to do was go and sell 'dogs on route 7, come home and sleep. Rinse and repeat. Simple. Easy.

Papyrus wasn't having any of that. Sans was repeatedly told that he would be dragged along, regardless if he wanted to or not. And here he was, eating breakfast next to an over-excited teen, Growlithe sitting on the floor chowing down, and his Cubone was eating as well, enjoying the bits of human food.

Making sure he had a nice big mouthful of food, sans spoke, "so you got any ideas which route to take first? or ya just gonna-" he reached under the table to grab at his Zubat's wing "- wing it." It was followed by a food-filled grin. This of course was gross, and certainly not something Papyrus wanted to see. Mixed in with a pun, it was a volatile concoction that sans brewed all too often. It was a wonder he hadn't been disowned yet. Oh, right; because he handled the finances.

As much as sans wanted to say no, i just wanna stay home, he couldn't do that. He couldn't break his brothers heart. He had seen a sad Papyrus once in his life; only once. He never wanted to relive that moment. Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

He turned to look at Papyrus' backpack, chewing as thoughtfully as he could. They could either go south and towards the desert to visit whatever towns were down there, or they could travel past the mountains and see the other half of the region. Swallowing the food for his brother's sake, he got up off his chair and picked up Time to hook him under his hood. Zubat did just that, happy to be hanging out with sans for now. Heh. He'd have to fetch his pokeballs from the other room. As much as he loved the jokes he could make, he knew Time didn't want to be out all the time. Just most of the time.

Sans bent down by the backpack and started rifling through it, making sure Papyrus packed everything. As great and productive his bro was, there was bound to be something he forgot. "we should check out what's down south, see if there's anythin' that radiates coolness like you bro. sound good?"

If one mentioned the mold growing in sans room, he would respond with a plain, "could be worse. i think it's molded perfectly into the corner." Which it could. It really could. But it was bad in its own right, and nearly became the centerpiece of the room next to the gross sock pile.

He zipped up the pocket he was searching in, noting that wow, papyrus did pack everything. almost. Sans trudged away from the front door, up the stairs, into his room, cast a forlorn look at the sock pile, and then reached into his nearby dresser. Here were the essentials that Papyrus forgot. One trombone and a hand-held whoopee cushion. Ah yes. Sans never left the house without these. Especially when his bro was involved. He made his way back downstairs, peeking around the corner to make sure his brother wasn't waiting, and sitting back down in one of the chairs, trombone at the ready.

Now it was only a matter of time before Papyrus either dropped a dish, or Toby started causing trouble. Bonehead however took this time to waddle to the packed goods and sit against them to attempt to take a nap. He'd need the energy.

There were many things sans was grateful for in life. As of right now, the only thing he was honestly, truly grateful for was being short. He hardly reacted, the only sign being his ever present smile growing just the slightest bit tense, and spun to look at the shattered plate. Wow. What an aim.

"nice throw bro. wish i woulda caught on sooner though. i didn't quite catch the memo that you wanted to play frisbee." And here it was, the slip up that sans had been waiting for. Sans propped his foot on the chair, straightened his back, winked at his bro, and played the incidental tune that plagued Papyrus' waking life.

Ah that felt so good. Sans gave him a wide grin as he walked by with the broom in hand. It was honestly just the pick-me-up sans needed, the thing to actually wake him up. Nothing like some good ol' love in the form of agonized pun-rage to get sans properly motivated in the morning. Sans stood up, walking back over to the backpack, and placing his newly acquired items into it. How the trombone fit was honestly a mystery, one sans wasn't terribly keen on answering. If asked, he'd just wiggle his fingers and say "magic."

He leaned over to the half-asleep Cubone and pat his head. This earned him a soft 'cu-cu'. Sans' smile softened, and then looked at Papyrus cleaning the plate. Wait, wait, sans had to do one more thing before he felt completely whole.

"hey pap, knock knock."