#wolverfell

He sat for a while looking at the floor but at the same time trying to relax. With a loud sigh he raised his head and tried to take a closer look. He was in a cell, the bars were made of wood. Insufficiently wide enough to pass.he could see that outside the cell there was a hallway to the left although it couldn't see the bottom of it. At the other corner was a chest of drawers with three large drawers. And inside the cell there was only him and a plate with food. After the discovery, he raised his ears with all his attention on that plate. I was hungry. The last few days he had hardly eaten anything he had focused on finding his herd with no success at all. But when he went to the plate he felt a small tug on his neck. The chain was long but the delicacy opposite was far from reaching it only for very little, even if he stretching the paw he can't arrived.  

What did that monster want from him? nothing nice probably . His gaze once again focused on the chain and followed the rest until he saw that the other end was lodged on the wall with an hook ... maybe he could do something.

Papyrus closed the door of the shed and looked up at the sky for some answer by leaning his back on the door. -What am I going to do now? How do I fix this, if I dont even know how it happened? "He gave a last sigh, starting to march toward his house. He did not feel like is a good idea telling anyone about it, who knows what would happen, until he had the better controlled  the situation. Sans would simply stay in the shed. checked him. Although every day monsters crossed by their house to go to and return from Waterfall with the possibility of being heard, it didn't matter much, long ago the shed was reformed to be a temporary cell with which to lock problematic people in Snowdin or for humans? Who knows when it would appear one ?, it can't be said that it gave much use but it was useful in some moments like this so peculiar, nevertheless would prefer to have it in house more secure and much more controlled but until his brother didn't give his Would collaborate couldn't do more.

He dropped to the couch pulling his head back once sitting reflected on everything, his brother didnt even recognize him ... wasn't even sure he could understand when he spoke to him, it seemed that he had become wild could perhaps tame him? Or at least make him stop grunting every time he saw him. Maybe he could get her to trust him again with food, after all, and apparently Sans had been feeding on no-magical food, he had to eat something suitable to replenish magic, and there was a good chance he understood that he was not his enemy, or At least it would be a start. He entered the kitchen and began planning as if it were a high-profile mission of great importance. What he prepared should be nutritious and that will help Sans to remember to be, could work .... His expression changed to bitter as he remembered what could be truly "suitable," the greasy garbage that his brother and those in that dump dare call food.- NEVER! About my dust!- There must have been something more symbolic .... Like ... spaghetti! It was literally the first thing he cook in his life was for a week just preparing pasta and tomato sauce to improve his master recipe. His brother was eating hard pasta, salty food and burnt sauce for seven long days it is impossible for him not to remember such a thing.

With a smile on his skull he began to get  ingredients and prepare the water for the pasta. For a moment he rephrased whether to make it as vomit as in his first attempts, but he reminded himself that the goal was to eat the dish not to hate him more than he was now hate him.

After spending two long worried days and an extra plus being confused, Papyrus was finally relaxed, it was really the only thing that made him really smile and make him happy after having a day (everyday) of shit. It was pleasant to disconnect and think that nothing bad would happen while he cooking.

After an hour in the kitchen (or about that) and steaming plate and succulent pasta was ready for anyone to lay the tooth. he grab the plate and take it out of the house, to the shed, when he enter he notice that something wasn't right. Sans was still unconscious, lying on the ground in the same posture as when he removed the ropes, it was a great advantage that during the whole trip did not wake up but it had already been four hours since the fight, well maybe it had not been that long As if to worry, but the Great skeleton was rethinking the problem. he jerked your head and he into on the cell, the door had a much safer lock but in this case I simply used the knocker on the door of the cell. Papyrus left the plate close to his brother who gave clear signs that he wasn't comfortable, his body was contracted, a clear signal that he was cold, and it seemed that he didn't sleep well.

the skeleton returned to the kitchen with the idea that later would check  him again if he were still unconscious, for now your current objective was to prepare a recipe that he have long seen but couldn't find the time to try it, he look at the round and big clock of the kitchen; 4:17 AM, he was tired but Asgore knows that sleeping would be impossible as much as he wanted. He went to the fridge and started to get the ingredients they needed. I have been trying to figure out how to do this, but I do not know what to do. The plate I could simply keep it tied up like before, he would have to find a way to handle it more easily without becoming the bad guy. He left the cage and approached the large chest of drawers. He opened the first drawer and pulled out a coiled string of good length (but short in his own way) and rummaging further he found the string where the string was, the drawer was full of instrument like padlocks, strings, chains, And especially wives. A pile of three blankets lay on top of the same chest of drawers. The blankets were practically so that the prisoner did not die of cold, to make reports on the death of crooks was something totally odious. When he had everythinghe  needed he returned to the cell again and began putting the red leather necklace to the monster and then the chain that hooked on the wall. On the wall were a couple of more hooks and handcuffs to tie the wrists, who would not be proud to turn a filthy shed into a cell of improvised  to "luxury"? After finishing all the tasks he have sighed and left with the hope that what he had done would not cause much controversy for his brother.

 5:07 AM

He looked at the clock and thought it wise to make an inspection again, took off his apron and returned to the shed.

When he entered,Sans was already awake, lying and huddled on the wall, then noticed the plate of spaghetti. It was still intact where he had left it an hour earlier. Not even showed a sign of a bit shy. It was intact. Sans didn't take his eyes off him, watching for the most imperceptible movement in him.

Papyrus sighed and sat down in front of where the other was outside the cell.

“¡NO! ¡PARA!, ¡NO LO MATES!”- esa voz era juvenil. Se trataba del ser humano que huyo junto con el minipapyus. ¿Estaba acaso dándole piedad? Sea como fuese ya no estaba siendo presionado.

“ya te lo he dicho miles de veces en esta mundo es-“-matar o ser muerto…” “exacto”-“pero no puedes matarlo sin más”-“¿así?, dime una buena razón porque no debería”-“matar no está bien y no es justo…”-“¿justo? Cuantas veces has caído ya, deberías espabilar, este monstruo nos ha seguido, sabe dónde estamos y nos ha atacado, está en juego nuestras vidas. ¡Otra vez!”- “puedo cargar”- “¿cuándo fue la última vez?”-“….”- “ya me parecía a mi”

Por Asgore estaban discutiendo como si fueran un pareja de casados, no pudo evitar recordad algunos momentos en bar cuando Dogaressa y Dogamy  discutían por cosas tan insignificantes como por quien salía primero de casa, ni siquiera tenía sentido. Mientras que el humano y el otro monstruo debatían con matarlo o no Sans se perdió en sus recuerdos hasta que volvió a la realidad. Dándose cuenta que muy probablemente (seguro) no había nadie haciendo caso de él.

“es más, deberías matarlo tú mismo”- “¿¡QUE!?”- “necesitas ganar EXP, necesitas ser más fuerte. Es mejor así y lo sabes”- “te estoy suplicando para que no lo mates y ¿se te ocurre pedírmelo a mí?”-“si… quizás no seas capas de… ¿creo que lo mate…?”- “¿¡QUE!? ¿Por qué lo hiciste?”- el niño salió corriendo de los arburtos saliendo de su buen escondite para encontrarse con los zarcillos los cuales se encontraban rodeando a la absoluta nada.” esto es muy extraño, no hay polvo y no he sentido ganar EXP, es como si hubiera atravesado mis zarcillos…”- ¿los monstruos esqueletos pueden hacer eso?”-“Nop, pero se nos da bien salir del paso”-Sans empujo hacia él al chico su brazo derecho “atrapándolo” en un amistoso abrazo- la cara del chico estaba paliducho cuando se dio cuenta de su situación y el monstruo que le acompañaba, que era una flor que estaba enganchado con sus raíces en el brazo derecho del crio, tenía los ojos como platos.

“relajaos~ ningunos de los presentes tiene ganas de pelea, ¿verdad?”- informo el esqueleto, casi siendo prácticamente de la misma altura del humano, guiñándole y mostrando una sonrisa, destacando sus afilados dientes aún más de lo que ya mostraba habitualmente, por increíble que pareciera los colores regresaron al niño. “Qué te hace pensar que vamos a confiar en ti saco de huesos sonriente”-hehe se supone que era un insulto-“Flowey”- quejo el niño- “¿te llamas Flowey?, Flowey la flor”-rio –“¿¡y de que te ríes tu huesudo!?”- la flor cambio de cara a una con lo que parecía tener colmillos-“hehe yo soy Sans, Sans el esqueleto”-“¡yo soy Frisk! Frisk el humano ^^!”- lindo-“¡Frisk!”-grito en forma de riña- “hey mala hierba relájate o explotaras”- “¿Qué es lo que quieres ¡Sans!”-“respuestas a unas preguntas”- hubo un silencio durante un momento- “¿te refieres a si te conocemo? p-porque realmente no se quién eres”- el agarre de Sans hacia el chico fue más fuerte y compaginadas con unas cuencas apagadas hizo de esta una muy mala señas- “antes, en la ciudad no me ha dado esas sensación chico. Paracias sorprendido incluso estrañado de encontrarme, por no hablar que sabias mi nombre”- dijo calmadamente pero nada tranquilizador, Frisk trato de salir de su brazo pero solo sirvió para que Sans aún lo mantuviera más fuerte- “m-m-me confundí con otra persona pero no eras ¡tú lo juro!”-“un ser humano que se oculta en el bosque debe tener relación con muchos monstruos que se llamen Sans”-Flowey saco una zarcillos intimidante de debajo del suelo en posición de ataque a modo de advertencia, pero el agarre no se hizo más suelto. La tensión se notaba en el aire. “no no. No lo entiendes ,es todo un malentendido creí que eras Sandy”-“¿¡Quien coño es “Sansdy”!? “el hermano de Bossy”- lloriqueo prácticamente- “¡Bark!”- minipapyrus entro en acción echándole cara imponente al esqueleto delante de él gruñendo y con los ojos  rojo sangre-“¡Bossy!”-“¡¿Papyrus?!”- “¿Papyrus?”-Repitió el chico.

Sans finalmente soltó al ser humano el cual se alejó lentamente ante la sorpresa de su liberación mientras observaba como el esqueleto se fue a sentarse en una roca del montón del montículo. Cogeando supuestamente sin notar el doloroso malestar de un pie lesionado.

La tensión de un momento dio paso a la absoluta confusión.

Flowey rompió el silencio incómodo “deberíamos darle algo de piedad y matarle. No solo es peligroso me da la sensación que no está mentalmente estable “-“no está loco solo confundido…”-“Frisk. ¡no!”- pero el chico ya estaba moviéndose hacia delante colocándose en frente del monstruo esqueleto con la cabeza gacha. Frisk no monstraba sentido común a la hora de la superviviencia.

“¿quizás podamos ayudar si nos cuentas lo que te ha acurrido?”- su compañero vegetal se hecho la hoja a la cabeza ante la situación.-estamos muertos- el esqueleto enfrente de él tenía los codos en su rodillas mientras se tapaba la cara con sus palmas de las manos, al oír al chico simplemente suspiro de cansancio. Tenía el rostro cubierto pero Frisk podia sentir que no era solo confusión lo que le apenaba también cansancio, tristeza o incluso miedo era una mezcla un tanto rara pero evidente.

Flowey le pego un mordisco a la oreja del ser humano y estiro haciendo atrás, haciendo que el chico retrocediera antes el dolor. Bossy permaneción a medio metro del esqueleto observándole.

“acaso no has aprendido nada durante todas esas muertes y todos esas “traiciones” .no puedes confiar en nadie  y menos en un loco como él. Frisk por el amor de Toriel que no puedes tratar de ser amigos de todos. No le debemos nada. ¿Vámonos de aquí ahora que podemos!”

“no, no puedo dejarlo aquí, necesita nuestra ayuda”-“¡Haz lo que quieras idiota, pero no me llores después!”- Frisk regreso de vuelta con el esqueleto esta vez se observaba más relajado pero con la desgracias todavía en cima suya.

“quizás puedas-“- “sinceramente chico no sé cómo has sobrevivido siquiera un dia”-“no ha sido por el mismo”- señalo la flor enfadada, Frisk avergonzó-se hizo el silencio… de nuevo. ”*Suspiro* no he tenido el mejor día de mi vida y dudo que puedas ayudarme en nada”-“nunca es bueno guardárselo para los adentros… quizás quieras contar algo, sé que te sentirás mejor”- ¿los humanos eran así de ñoños?, sea como fuera quizás no era tan mala idea hablarlo... quien sabe quizás sacaría algunas respuestas a todo, o quedaría como un lunático pero a estas alturas daba igual todo. Un desahogo era lo que más necesitaba.

“¿quieres saber qué es lo que me ocurre?, bien te lo contare: esta mañana me he quedado durmiendo en mi estación de centinela de snowdin como todos los día habituó a hacer, nada fuera de lo común, un día normal” sus oyentes le miraron extrañados. ”Cuando desperté es cuando todo se fue a la mierda”-se aclaró la “garganta”-“tratare de resumirlo; he despertado en un sitio jodido donde todo el mundo quería capturarme y no sé porque, snowdin, lugar dónde yo y mi hermano hemos estado viviendo por años y donde al parecer nunca hemos existido, Mi casa ya no es mi casa, nadie sabes quienes somos ha excepción de un ser humano que aparentemente me ha reconocido y que nunca en mi puñetera vida he visto. OH! Y  la guinda del pastel, ¡finalmente! Encontré a mi hermano pero con orejas en estado de niñez, ¿me he dejado algo?”

Los tres se miraron sin saber que decir antes dicha confesión.

“eso es… extraño”- “no jodas”- dijo cansado.