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‘Morning afters’ were never pleasant. Whether Chara decided to be ‘sweet’ and mocking or to turn it all around on him and jeer at him for the situation that they forced him to put himself in, it never goes well.

“Mmm, good morning, dearest.” Chara coos as they roll over and hug him to their chest, kissing his cheek, “How did you sleep?”

One of these days then. Sans just gives a grunt and glares at the wall as Chara chuckles.

“You must be hungry.” They decide, getting out of their bed (they’d let as many people as possible see them lead their ‘boyfriend’ off to their quarters) and stretching, “I’ll get us some breakfast in bed, hm?”

“sure. whatever.” Sans mumbles, rolling to the edge of the bed and watching the floor as Chara laughs and leaves. He never says no to free food. Old habit.

He spies the corner of something sticking out from beneath their end table, and he squints, reaching forward and grabbing it with the tips of his fingers. It looks to be a journal. His eyes widen and he brings it towards himself without hesitation. Their last journal had been very informative, so this one could contain even more timeline secrets.

Though the clumsy handwriting suggested maybe not. Squinting, Sans closes the book and looks at the cover. There’s a ‘bleeding’ red heart on the front, and Chara’s name is spelled out in black letters that are also bleeding. A ‘do not read!’ sticker is slowly peeling off from the corner as well.

“…what the hell…” Against his better judgment, Sans flips open the book again and starts reading.

Chara hums to themselves as they make their way back to their room, holding the overly flowery breakfast tray in their hands as they smirk. They can’t wait to see how he reacts to the ‘Happy Anniversary’ card-

-…is that..laughter?

Squinting, they push open the door to their room and see Sans rolling about the mattress, choking and coughing in between raucous laughter.

“Something amusing?” They ask as they enter. For Sans to be showing so much genuine joy, there has to be something wrong with him.

He’s nearly crying, “black raven feathered tears?!”

They freeze. “Excuse me?”

He holds up the journal, tears running down his cheeks as he laughs harder, “black midnight is better than the brightest dawwwnnnnn!”

Embarrassment flushes their cheeks and they bolt forward, reaching for it. “Where the fuck did you get that!?”

He holds it out of reach, “from the deepest pit of despair that is my haunted soul!”

“Give it to me!” They shout in mortification, reaching for it again.

“why should i try? i only live to serve for petty whims of those blind to life!”

They press a hand to their face. “It was a phase.”

“it’s not a phase mommmm!” Sans cackles, falling off the bed in his fit of laughter and finally dropping the journal stinking of preteen.

Chara quickly snatches it up, glaring. “Get the fuck out of my room!” They snap, magic opening their bedroom door.

He walks out, still crying from laughter as he disappears down the hall, “raven feathered tears!”

They slam the door behind him, huffing. They look down at the journal in their hand. It needs a better hiding spot.

They forget about the incident entirely until the next day, when they set Sans’s paperwork down on his desk. They’re even about to deliver a cheesy, sappy line when he looks up at their face and immediately bursts into laughter again, falling off his chair.

They scowl. “You can’t still be on about my journal.” They say in annoyance.

“ehheheehheheheheheheheh!”

“For godssake, grow up.” They scoff as they wack him with a small stack of paper.

“my heart will forever stay young even as my eyes grow old with weariness!”

They exhale sharply. “Get back to work.” They say before walking off, face burning.

“my love wanders for no reason besides their own blind heart!”

They walk faster, hiding their face in their hand. They’re going to make him pay for this.

Chara’s first attempt at ‘revenge’ is to act as though Sans has hurt them drastically. They easily get the sympathy of the entire court, and Sans surprises them by immediately presenting them with a gift basket that says ‘Sorry’ in very large letters on a card.

They open it to find a huge collection of black nail polish and thick mascara. He runs away before they can grab him, but his laughter echoes down the halls.

Fine. They’ll get truly even.

Chara calls off court for the day and makes their way to Snowdin. Time to do some digging.

They make sure Papyrus has a busy enough schedule the day they enter the Skeleton household.

They unlock Sans’s room with their magic and enter. It’s a disaster, unsurprisingly. The self-sustaining tornado of trash is..interesting. But not what they’re looking for. Without remorse they begin looting through his dressers and checking under his bed, before finally finding what they’re looking for.

Underneath the mattress in the far corner is a worn out notebook, with ‘Sans’ written in adolescent handwriting in the inside cover. A ‘read if you want ig’ makes up the subtitle.

They chuckle as they open to the first page.

whyre skeletons so calm? bc nothing gets under their skin

Chara inwardly groans, and skims down the page. Several more jokes of similar caliber. They close the book and toss it aside, when red ink catches their eye. They grab it again and open it back up, palming through pages after pages of horrible jokes until they find the color again. It’s a note written in the margins.

pick paps up from school

Hm. Nothing too interesting. But there might be more. And the memories of Sans’s echoing laughter at their expense encourages them to continue.

payday on friday – cover tab. ignore grillbys offers to extend it. be a man dammit. a proud 13 somethingish old man

Thirteen? What kind of job could Sans have had at thirteen? And when was this? There’s no dates listed. Ugh. Chara continues on.

pick. paps. up. from. school. sans.

stop eating out you cant afford it

paps made a ‘thank you’ card for the dreemurrs – take it over tomorrow. might get a free meal outta it

Chara’s eye twitches slightly. They remember the skeletons coming over sometimes, now that they think about it. But the memory is so distant. They haven’t revisited their childhood in several RESETs. Probably centuries worth of time.

if you sleep through picking up your bro one more time sans i swear to god

someones having a garage sale in hotland – go and have a look w gerson see if i cant find something on discount for paps – growing out of his jacket again

The ‘w gerson’ section is underlined several times for emphasis. Not surprising. Hotland is one of the more dangerous places of the Underground, especially to weak monsters like Sans, and Papyrus probably didn’t have very strong magic back then either.

Chara sighs, flipping the page.

stop sleeping so much

“That won’t change, you poor idiot.” Chara tsks, rolling their eyes and reading on.

Paps got jumped walking home alone from school

things will get better and then u can sleep i promise but please sans just be awake for more than five minutes a day

Paps made me a thank you card for picking him up from school. one of us is the A+ brother. hint it’s not me.

They chuckle, ignoring a familiar ache in their soul. “I certainly know that feeling.” They mutter as they turn the page.

i’m so tired. i didn’t used to be this tired. but stuff keeps rewinding. paps got beat up five times now but he only remembers it once? i try to get there fast enough but i’m always too slow.

why does this keep happening? why doesn’t anybody else remember?

Their eyes widen. A part of them wishes these were dated. But this must be back when they first discovered their RESET powers.

i woke up today in the dump with Paps a whole year younger. our home was gone. i’m so scared. i don’t know what’s happening. i spent a whole hour just crying because i was so confused. restarted building the home we’d made in the dump. i’ll go to the lab for help tomorrow. dr. gaster has always been nice to us. he gave me this journal, which is the only thing that hasn’t changed back when time goes nuts. maybe he’ll help? i don’t know.

Gaster? The name is familiar but… They can’t place it…

back in the dump again. this is the fifth time. i didn’t cry. just rebuilt the house. started a food stand this time, helping gerson sell his tea and stuff. celebrated what’s supposed to be my 16th birthday by going to grillby’s. all i could afford was the ketchup. which was free.

it was pretty good.

Strange how he has always been able to remember. Any notes about that Gaster person probably got erased in the resets…

i don’t know how old i really am anymore.

i don’t feel anything. except when i’m with papyrus. he’s the only one who can make me smile anymore.

i’m still confused. but so long as i have papyrus i’ve got a reason to keep going.

Surely his brother knows how old he is. He most likely gave up on asking…

‘Real age’ though. The fact that he was able to keep track through the RESETS up until he was sixteen was impressive. It must have just gotten too troublesome.

And he no doubt got lazy. Even lazier than he was before.

i got too tired. i tried to leave papyrus with gerson before i ran off to the dumps. the big chasm, you know.

i just woke back up with papyrus in my arms again, crying. i felt bad for trying to give up. he still needs me. one day he’ll be able to grow old enough to start chasing all these dreams he has and i have to be there to help him and encourage him. i gotta take care of him.

i just wish there was someone who could take care of me too.

The pages end.

Chara clears their throat, closing the book, and ignoring the pain in their soul. They caused it.

They chuckle, looking back at the book in their hand, tossing it on his bed. He has always been a lazy good for nothing sadsack. Nothing new here.

This whole endeavor was fruitless and pointless. They exit the house, and make their way back to the castle.

It’s quite late by the time they make it back to the courtroom. Sans is at his desk, and is unsurprisingly, asleep, his face in his books as he snores softly.

They scoff. Lazy piece of shit.

They glare at him, and walk away, only to return a half hour later with a blanket, draping it over his shoulders.

“I suppose someone has to take care of you, for once..” They murmur.

Sans sighs in his sleep, pulling the blanket in closer and smiling.

They pat his skull, before walking back to their room to retire for the night.