The usual people and unusual talks

[Sans]

The gang of monsters pushed their way out of the diner and past the slowly increasing crowd of pokemon and other interesting creatures. It did not take long for them to notice the giant Princess Guu looming above the buildings like some kind of moon having come too close to the ground. The people around them murmured in a mixture of audible awe and uncertainty. Alphys wiped her reptilian hand across her forehead as sweat coursed down. Gaster merely stared, intrigued yet suspicious. Sans, for all his comic wit, stayed speechless.

The stout skeleton couldn’t remove his gaze from the giant even as she shrunk down to a less intimidating size. Perhaps it was the stoic expression she always wore, or his previous observations of her abilities, but the sight of her large form sent sharper and sharper chills down his bony spine. Someone with powers so expansive and bizarre had no capacity to be human, could they? It was like being alive during an alien invasion, only you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

All he knew, however, was that she resembled a human. More specificially, she resembled her. While he could not fully remember Gaster, he wasn’t going to stand there and watch another massacre.

He grabbed Gaster’s hand and turned to drag him back into the diner.

“Sans!”

shit.

He spun back around, a small sigh escaping from him as he and Gaster advanced towards the Princess. He gives a few glances in Gaster’s direction, noting the grim sense of determination in his expression as they approached.

Upon reaching her, the small comic gave her a respectful bow. Guu curtsied back, remaining stoic even in the face of Gaster’s unmoving form.

“your royalness.” Sans said, standing back up.

“Sans,” she replied before turning towards Gaster, “Gaster.”

“You know me, Princess?” He said, a soft fire in his unhinged eyes.

“I am aware of you. Can’t say I recognize you from anywhere in particular.”

“Figures,” Gaster responded, harrumphing, “no one is likely to, given my nature.”

“You just look like a withered old skeleton to me.”

“I am as withered as you are young.”

An awkward silence formed between the two of them, contributed by Sans’ studious, uninvolved observations.

“Be that as it may,” Guu said, “I must warn you not to cause trouble.”

“Or?”

“I’m sure someone of your intelligence does not need my answer.”

A small smirk formed on the child’s face.

“Unless you truly cannot figure it out for yourself?”

Gaster’s eyes widened, pupils contracting with shocked anger. “Do you not know who I am?”

“Uh, yeah? Nobody does, dude. What do you expect?”

Sans couldn’t resist a chuckle. Not even Gaster’s controlling glare held him back. Gaster took a deep breath, holding himself proper.

“Well, I was hoping to be treated with, if anything, something resembling seriousness. I suppose that is too much to ask from some backwater candy town.”

A collective gasp that swarmed around the two from the crowd finally pushed Sans to action. He grabbed Gaster’s arm and started to pull him back towards the diner.