Time is a strange thing.
Time moved slow, like a turtle moving its shell off the sea shore when I came across things that were of little relevance or importance. But then, time proved to be dynamic, for the clock ticked like a sprinter circling an oval with all his might, whenever I met like-minded people, play my favourite games, and do thimgs that make me happy and content.
For the most part, time itself helped heal my past wounds, literally. My hand stopped bleeding.
Still, I wrapped it as precaution.
The walk was not going to end till I arrive at my real home. Thus, the journey continued.The thick, dense forest, covered in snow. The eyes – wearing by the minute – struggled to adjust to the sight of the wood and branches. It was only through a minor blink, that it came to light the existence of a bridge of wood.
A peculiar bridge it was, for there were wooden fences in between that presumably were meant to restrict movement. I assumed the bridge was a transit area, where Monsters would be checked before being let through.
No one was guarding the bridge, and the second time I noticed, the huge gap between the wooden poles made it child’s play to trespass.
Splendid, I thought.
The feet marched forward at a faster pace to cross the bridge. The eyes were locked to the front, that it lost sight of a misplaced branch. I trembled and landed on my face.
I attempted to get up. That was when I heard footsteps which unsurprisingly sent chills down my spine. The singing of the birds halted; the swish of waters remained the way it was.
“Kid,” said a voice from behind. “Do you not know how to greet a new pal?”
I feared an ambush of any sort. Nonetheless, I stood still.
The stranger crept in. “Turn around and shake my hand…”
The resistance was strong, for it was best to avoid whatever conflicts. However, I eventually insisted to shake the stranger’s hand. I felt the hand as being uncharacteristically hard but brittle.
All of a sudden, I felt a surge through my body. Everything went blank in an instant. My body was static on the icy route.
It was going to be one of those days.
Eyes opened; I was greeted by the sound of a wall clock going wild; the woodpecker bursting out like a circus act to wake me up from my slumber.
“Where the heck am I?” I asked.
I got no response at first. Then came the sound of familiar footsteps.
A skeleton’s head emerged, upside down, in front of mine. I trembled off the couch and onto the mat.
I was baffled. “Wh…what are you…?”
“The name is Sans,” the skeleton presented itself. “Sans the skeleton.”
“What did you do to me? Why am I here? Where…”
“Whoa there! That’s too many questions for a simple guy like me to answer, kiddo.”
I took a deep breath, then released. “O-okay. One by one, then.”
“I am usually seen walking near my post just outside of town, on the lookout for humans. It’s part of what I do here. Heck, that’s all I ever do.”
Sans chuckled. “But, y’know, I don’t even care about capturing a human.”
“Capture a human?” I muttered. “You did just fine by the look of things.”
“Yeah,” Sans turned to me, “looks like I did.”
“Look,” I said, “Sam, I don’t mean to be rude, but I want to get myself out of here.”
Sans’ face changed a bit. Not that it was obvious. Skeletons were not the best in showing facial changes respective to emotion. “Get yourself out of…?”
I sighed before blabbering on. “I was in Mount Ebott, happily walking when suddenly, I tripped over something and fell down here. On the way, I met some…friendly Monsters. However, I still need to find a way out. I am running late for dinner!”
I gave dinner as an excuse, even though it looked very, very unlikely that I could get home in time.
Sans nodded. “So did you kill any of the friendly Monsters?”
“Of course not,” I replied. “Except there was one annoying little flower…”
Sans gave a painfully terrifying stare at my path. A ball of fire engulfed on his left eye socket, too, causing discomfort to my sight. I could feel the ball burning my retina.
The short but stable skeleton eventually stopped, then he giggled. “So you are not lying. Now, about the flower…”
I was running out of patience. “Brother, thanks a lot for capturing me, but now I have to go! My mom needs me!”
“Chill, kid. You look so uptight. Why not you go change into something more…smellicious?”
No amount of knowledge helped in comprehending the last word he said.
Sans looked in a great mood. “No offense, kid, but you smell like spoiled cheese!”
That made sense. I had not showered for a long time. I walked the forest for a long, long time, till I ended up at the skeleton’s beautiful home.
“Fine, I will change! Where should I change?”
“Anywhere,” he replied with a smirk.
Nevertheless, I eventually changed into used overalls, which comprised of red long-sleeved shirt and completed with blue suspenders. Sans broke into the bathroom, offering a red hat. I refused, for I was in love with my own hair.
“Suit yourself,” Sans sighed. “But do not go crying when your beautiful hair gets the g-rain-ed!”
Sans was not making sense. I decided to ignore him for a moment.
I trembled. “Who on earth…?”
Sans put his index finger on his lips. “Relax, kid. It is my little brother…”
The brother wasted no time; he smashed the door aside, making his presence felt. The skeleton was taller compared to his older counterpart. His clothing resembled that of a hippie-superhero wannabe, a combination of which was of no relevance to my thought process.
The brother turned to me, and then back to Sans. He went back and forth countless times it looked like his head was going to pop off.
“My BROTHER! You have captured a HUMAN!”
The encounter with the Skeleton Brothers was looking like a rough ride.