When the monsters were trapped underground, Sans and Papyrus had been young, with their parents felled in the war.

Sans carried little Paps in his hood, what with no home or friends to watch him at, and was forced to steal to have food to eat.

They get caught sometimes- but more often than not people leave things out on purpose for them. The others tried to help them, talk to them, but Sans always ran and so they kept to just leaving out things for them.

Eventually, it's decided that enough is enough and Gaster takes them in.

It was cold, in snowdin.

Sans adjusted papyrus in his hood a little, tightening the scarf around him when the baby squirmed lightly. He would've hid in waterfall, as it's darker and easier to hide in, but... The guards there were a lot more... Energetic? Volatile? Then the dogs in snowdin.

He was fairly sure the dogs here only chased him because he was made of bones.

He didn't want to risk Hotland- what if he slipped, or papyrus fell from his hood? They'd be incinerated in that lava if they fell off the platform.

Besides, it was easier to steal here.

Sans knew that wasn't a good mentality. He knew stealing was bad, that it made him bad. But what kind of choice did he have? It was that or let papyrus starve.

With that thought, he swiped a cinnamon bun from a tray cooling in a shop windowsill.

Papyrus was barely ready to eat solid food, but it's all they really had. Sans broke the bun in half, tearing papyrus' into smaller pieces so he could actually eat it.

He practically inhaled his own, refusing the urge to stare at his now empty hands to instead secure papyrus back in his hood.

He smiled a little when his brother giggled, but that faded when he heard a bark.

Jumping to his feet, he dove behind a pine tree and hurriedly crouched in the snow, rubbing it over his jacket despite the cold.

Being a skeleton, it didn't hither him much- but the wet was uncomfortable.

He hugged papyrus close as the paw steps approached, and flinched when one began a series of barks.

He smacked a hand over his eye when his vision flared with blue. The sound echoed through the trees surrounding the skeletons and Sans froze when the barking went quiet. A low whine broke the silence, and Sans wanted to whimper when he heard sniffing just a few feet away.

Legs shaking, Papyrus wrapped tightly in his hands, he stood slowly.

He bolted just as Greater Dog launched around the trees trunk, scrabbling at where he had just been sitting.

Two of the smaller dogs, peeking around the tree gave chase immediately. The blue seemed to pulse in his eye, and suddenly one of the dogs was growling and snapping above itself as an invisable weight seemed to press it into the ground.

Confused and terrified, Sans continued to run until snow melted into water and white became dark.

Running through the puddles with his height and speed got him soaked quickly, and Papyrus was crying, but there were no more barking or footsteps.

Slowing to a stop, Sans rattled with every step. He rocked Papyrus gently, trying to shush him before any guards in waterfall came.

Looking around, he nodded to himself. If it weren't for the more hyped guards(guard) in waterfall, he would have just stuck to this area. After all, it was pretty dark, and the only light was blue and cool. Sure it was wet, but it wasn't like they had fur to be weighted down by. It was pretty uncomfortable though.

Here, it was safe to use what little magic Sans had control over- as any witnesses to the flashes of blue could mistake the power for an echo flower, or a glint off the puddles, or some stray crystals.

Adjusting Papyrus again and smiling a little as the baby rattled in annoyance, he trekked further into the darkness.

Although Temmie's weren't the greatest of monsters to talk to, they worked for a nights rest. From what Sans had heard and seen, the guards avoided Temmie Village. He would too if he could afford to- he glared at a Tem focused on Papyrus as the baby cooed and moved faster. It was drier here, and despite wearing yellow rain boots Sans was grateful. Puddles weren't good for momentum.

Resting against the Tem statue, out of sight of the entrance, Sans gathered Papyrus back into his arms and tucked him into the space between his chest and drawn-up knees. He hoped in the back of his mind that the Tems wouldn't bother them before he was out.

Its honestly awkward to be publishing stories here again. Its been a long, long time. Maybe it was actually short and i just don't remember. I don't care. Have some unedited things.