Sans had woken up with a start.

He was inside of his old room, which was tidied up from when he last remembered. His dark blue blanket was laid carefully over his body, large fluffy pillows laying underneath his skull. He remembered this room from before he had ran away, he knew that there was a fireplace across from his bed with bookshelves on either side, along with a large black couch in front of it. He also knew the Windows were covered by black curtains, and how the walls were a dark blue as well.

Sans head felt fuzzy, and his bones felt like they haven't been moved in a million years. His throat also felt dry, even though he didn't really have a throat. He just wanted to lay there for a bit longer to process everything, since he was having a difficult time remembering how exactly he got there.

Then it hit him.

He became friends with the women behind the door.

The human fell down.

They found out each others identities.

She was Toriel.

Toriel betrayed him.

He tried to fight off the Royal Guard.

They knocked him out.

He woke up in his old room.

The human is alone in the ruins!

He failed them.

Because of Toriel.

Sans sat up, chains clattering as he did so. So he looked down to see a magic resistant chain wrapped around his right leg, it connected to the bed, the chain long enough to let him walk to all of the corners of the room. That meant he couldn't use his magic at all.

Just great, now he's a prisoner in his old home.

The runaway Prince had tried to pull the chain off of his leg, but it obviously didn't work. Of course, there was the option of breaking his leg to get it off, but he wouldn't do that. Sure, he wanted to escape, but broken bones were not good for skeletons, since that was all they had.

So, he simply laid back down, his robe fluttering with the sudden movement. He wasn't sure what else to do. He knew this castle like the back of his hand, even though it's been years since he was inside of it. What was the point of getting up, it wasn't like he could do anything but read, really. With the stupid chain on his ankle he was stuck there until someone took it off. So all Sans could really do was lay there on the bed, the blankets underneath him, as he dreaded what would happen to Frisk.

Since she was exploring the ruins, she'd probably come back to an empty house soon and question where Sans was. She'd go looking for him, but find no traces, except for an unlocked ruins door. Since he had told her it should always be locked, she'd figure out he's been taking by the King or at least left for a bit. There was enough food in the ruins to last her a couple of years, but she probably was worried for him, where he was, if he dusted or not. It was inevitable, she was going to leave the ruins eventually, sooner or later.

Sans could only hope it was later, he wouldn't just sit around as his brother tried to kill off his new little sister. He swore to himself he'd find a way out and he'd save her, he had a few other hiding places around the underground he could hide her in. He couldn't go back to the ruins, since Toriel knows where he was.

After some time, the door creaked open, but Sans didn't bother to look. Unless they let him out, he had no businesses talking to them.

"Sans..." Papyrus said.

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Papyrus was so happy when Undyne had called and said she was bringing in Sans.

They did it! The two siblings had brought back his brother to him!

You had no idea how happy he was.

He didn't care about anything else.

When Undyne had carried in Sans, the young King had practically scooped him into his arms and held him close, laughing with pure joy. It took him a moment to realize, however, that Sans wasn't even conscious.

"He kept resisting and attacking us," Undyne said, "He's a good fighter."

"Of course he is, he's my older brother," Papyrus said, smiling down at the unconscious skeleton, "But he's finally home!"

"Of course, Papyrus," Undyne said, grinning at him, "Without Asgore and Toriel, though, we probably wouldn't have found him."

"I'll put him inside of his room," Papyrus said, adjusting his brother inside of his arms, "Then I'll thank them."

"Oh, I snagged this on the way over, you're going to need it."

The head of the Royal Guard held out the long, magic restricting chain, the King staring sadly at it.

"I... I guess that is unavoidable," He sighed, grasping the chain from her before turning around, "Thank you so much, you have no idea how happy this makes me."

And with that being said, he had walked off.

Papyrus had tucked him into his bed before connecting the chain to his leg then the bed post, ensuring it was secure. He didn't want to do this, but Sans running off had made him do this. He didn't want to have Sans run off again.

He then went off to Toriel and Asgore were located, which was their house. Since it took some time to go there and to come back, he was sure Sans would be up by then, so this was good timing.

"King Papyrus!" Asgore said as he answered the door.

"Yes, hello," Papyrus said, "I just came by to thank you for everything you had done. Thanks to you, the lost Prince has returned home."

"Of course," Asgore said, feeling a bit bad he was claiming credit for his sister.

"Is Toriel here?" He asked, looking around their living room to spot the goat monsters sister.

"She went on a walk," He explained, "Getting some fresh air."

"Oh well," Papyrus sighed, "Tell her I said thank you."

"Of course King Papyrus!" Asgore said, smiling up at him.

Papyrus made his way back to his castle, feeling rather excited. Any minute, his brother was going to wake up, and he could talk to him after so much time had passed!

And Sans was awake on the bed when he walked in.

"Sans..." He said, walking over.

Sans looked more unhappy when he was awake. His eye sockets seemed dull, and his usually smiling teeth were pulled into a scowl. He looked over at Papyrus with an annoyed expression before he turned onto his side, facing the other direction of him.

"Sans, will you please face me?" Papyrus asked, standing at the edge of the bed.

Sans ignored him, his back remaining turned to his younger brother. Papyrus figured as much and sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I know you're probably mad at me for everything, and I understand, but we're family, Sans! We can't ignore everything. After what had happened with Gaster, and with you leaving, I can't risk losing any of my family members anymore. So, please, at least talk to me."

But nobody answered.

Papyrus sighed before rubbing Sans shoulder, not wanting to push him too far. And after that, he stood up, and walked out of the room with a sad sigh.