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Pacing back and forth, the small skeleton rubbed the place his temples would be.
"Sans, are you alright?"
"You know I'm not alright. He's gone, and what good are we without him?"
"He left after we lost contact with goat mother, right?"
"Yes, but now we lost contact with him! He's the boss, y'know?"
"...do you think he's coming back?"
"...no, Papyrus... If I'm being honest, it's safe to assume he's dead."
"How long has he been gone for again?"
"I don't remember. Check the documents. Should be in the top right drawer."
Papyrus nodded solemnly and opened said drawer, almost choking on the dust as he did so.
His bony fingers reached for a single folder, simply labeled 'G'.
He flipped to the exact page. He had it memorized.
Page 6.
Name: Gaster.
Papyrus sighed upon looking at the date he was last seen.
"...Sans. It's been 4 years."
Sans covered his face with his hands, muttering curses under his breath.
A sudden thud outside grabbed his attention.
"Sans...?"
"Stay here. I'll check it out."
He grabbed his crowbar and took a few silent steps towards the door.
He peeked through the peephole, noting that no one was there.
"Do you think it's another job?"
Sans sighed, noticing that this had become a habit between he and his brother.
"Probably. We've been getting a lot of those. Who knew the boss could be under all this pressure..."
"Well we are a mafia group, Sans... It's not all that surprising, especially given the circumstances we are currently in..."
Sans merely grunted in response, opening the door slowly.
Looking down a bit, he noticed a box.
A note was hastily taped to the top.
Sans leaned down and touched the cardboard.
Still not too damp. It was sealed within the last 24 hours at least.
He took it inside, immediately noticing that it was a bit too heavy to be a job request.
Too heavy to be weapons.
Too heavy to be anything that Sans could recognize.
He placed the box down, shutting the door behind him. The clicking sound caused the box to jump slightly.
Sans and Papyrus exchanged confused glances before Papyrus grabbed the letter and opened it, reading what was inside.
"'Please, Gaster, I beg of you to keep this human child safe. I pray that it is still alive by the time it reaches you. Promise me you will protect it... Goat mother and Bunny.' Sans, that's-"
"Yeah. So then that means..."
Extending his crowbar and poking the package delicately, he heard a small squeak from inside.
His eyes narrowed and he slowly raised the crowbar to the lid. Slowly and carefully, he pried the lid open.
Upon pulling the crowbar back, two small hands grabbed the end.
Sans didn't notice until it was too late.
The child hit the side of the box, causing it to tip over.
The little human tumbled out, whimpering as it did so. It was holding on to a blanket defensively, and cautiously glanced from Sans to Papyrus and back again.
Papyrus smiled gently and approached it.
"Papyrus..."
Sans whispered, a threatening edge to his voice.
Papyrus ignored him, getting on his knees in front of the human.
"Hello there... Frisk, is it?"
The child nodded and grabbed its necklace, holding out the dog tag to the tall skeleton.
"My name is Papyrus."
"Papa...rus?"
"Hahaha! Well, if that's what you want to call me."
"Paparus! Papa!"
The child grabbed his suit and nuzzled its face into it, as if it was some kind of lifeline.
Papyrus held back a squeal at the cute little creature.
He looked over at Sans, who was smiling very slightly.
"Sans, is that a smile I see?"
"What? No, Paps, I just, uh..."
Frisk looked up at him and giggled.
"Uncle Sans! Smile!"
"U-Uncle...?"
"Yep! You don't like...?"
Papyrus looked at Sans with a small bit of hope evident in his eyes.
Sans finally gave in and gave the kid a full smile.
"Yeah... I'm your Uncle Sans."