A certain skeleton wakes up suddenly from their bed. Like they just had a bad dream
"AH- wait. That was just a dream, I really thought I got ran over by Asgore..Wait where the hell am I."
He looked at the unfamiliar but also familiar room a corner there was a mini-tornado of papers and objects. How the fuck does that happen, pile of socks at a corner, a wooden drawer with an lamp, a letter on the ground. Treadmill in the very center of the room and a peacefully sleeping little doggie next to the bed. . .
* You are filled with nostalgia.
A text box appears on top of his vision. He tries looking up but the text box follows to his very top of his line of sight.
"What the helly is going on? Is this. . . The room of Sans? A black chat box. Did I die? So. . . I was really ran over by that truck with Asgore driving it."
He lifted his frail bony hand's.
"I'm a skeleton too, so I'm Sans."
He layed down on the mattress as he stares at the ceiling—his hollowed eye sockets and a little white dot for eyes just staring 'soul'lessly above.
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Time pass by as he tried processing this outcome. He slowly stood up from the bed and walked to the drawer for his blue jacket or hoodie, picked up the sock's, wore them and got his pink slippers on.
* Creak *
Opening the door, he scan the surrounding. It was really the same layout of the house that the Skeleton Brothers lived at. Before going the stairs he stares at the other door at the end, it has some decorations on it. He slowly opened, scanned the room but found no one.
"Papyrus isn't here, Kitchen then."
Going down he went past the green couch before remembering; The player found G inside the couch. He digged through the cushion and felt a metallic sensation and pulled it out.
* You found 3 G!
"I can see, dingus."
* With what?
"Huh. . .?"
The text box dissapeared already when he tried checking what it just said.
He put a finger on his chin, thinking.
"System?" Nothing appeared so he tried other words.
"Status."
A window panel popped Infront of his vision.
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NAME: Sans (Nasha)
LV: 1
— 'The illegal hotdog seller'
HP: 49/1 (Temporary additions from sleep)
MP/SP: 150/150
ATK: 1
DEF: 1
G: 19
Skills;
— Bone Manipulation - LV: 5
'Create, Control Bones.'
— Blue Magic - LV: 3
'Changes gravity, Telekinetic property'
— Teleportation - LV: 7
'Self explainatory lazy bones.'
— Honed Instincts - LV: 9
'Reaction time, Prediction.'
— gaster Blaster - LV:3
'👎︎✌︎☼︎😐︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ ✡︎☜︎❄︎ 👎︎✌︎☼︎😐︎☜︎☼︎📬︎'
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"Oh it worked, is that suppose to be wingdings? I can't really read it."
He closed the window and sat down the chair that the post had. He tapped his fingers on the wood, thinking again. He look at his hand trying to feel something.
"Magic huh."
A bone condensed on his hand. He tested out the quality of it and played around with the singular bone.
"It feels so strange. But I gotta get used to this-"
* 'SANS! You Lazy BONES!'
A very tall skeleton wearing a red scarf came to the post where Sans was at.
* "Pap's? What do you need for my now?"
Papyrus was the brother of Sans, and practically the opposite of of him. He looked mad, what could he want?
* 'Stop playing around and keep on eye if any human passed by! And pick up your socks! It's been a month!
* "I can't 'Bonelay' with my calcium eater's? And it 'socks' but it's too difficult."
Papyrus, rage baited furiously stomped his foot and left comically. . .
Sans dropped his act and continued testing his magic around. After a few minutes he heard a chime.
{Quest — FIGHT & MERCY }
- ' Win your first battle. '
"Wha- there's a Quest system! But who do I even fight?"
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End of chapter.
Yes it's too short but I'ma make another one in the weekend. And idk about this writing style, I've just added the asterisk that Undertale uses, only in conversation and some situations.
If u wanna tell who's talking you'd probably see that the MC dialogue had " instead of '
And just look how they act.