Literature
Taking Care: Chapter 1: Little Fallen Human
Sans leaned against the wooden post of his sentry station, his mind in a daze as he dozed. Sleep... was the only time he could relax. Yet he never truly tuned the world out. His magic always spread out wide to cover the area. Anything that moved, or made any noise at all... he was the first to know. Yet today was the day when he decided to relax, not worry about the world around him. Either he didn't care, or just couldn't be bothered... he slept peacefully. He could already hear the lecture he would get from his brother later for slacking off.
A cry...
... it was distant, but it managed to snap it out of his daze. Making him gaze around in