/ Hahahaah! Here we go on to chapter four! I am here again to pester all of you, my dear readers, and let you know that I will still be making the book where Classic meets my AU's and stuff like that, but I think I should reserve that for when THIS book is done. Because if I start another project, I will most likely forget about this one. Or that one, whichever comes first, you know? Either way, as usual, comment your opinions, I love to read them, positive or negative ^^/

*after just a few more minutes of happy and rather pitiful jokes and laughter, all of them said goodbye to Fresh, before watching him walk to the door, to make sure nothing happened to him while he was outside.*

Fell: *from the window* I highly suggest that you leave our property, bad guys. I have no qualms about staking ALL of your with my bone attacks. Who knows what the hell you did while he was over there. Not like it is all your fault, he did go over there on his own.

Fresh: Get your head out of my business. I am back here, and they did nothing to hurt me. I had more fun with all of them in 16 or so hours than I did here in a long time with even half of you guys. Besides, at least they are funny when they are joking around.

Fell: Yeah, Yeah whatever, get your ass inside.

Fresh: You are not related to me, I do not follow your orders.

G! Sans: Fresh, we advised you not to go anywhere last night, yet you still went. Are you dense? Or do you just not care?

Fresh: *there seemed to be obvious annoyance growing in the multicolored Sans as he grumbled, tightening his hand over the doorknob that he was holding. Any kind of feeling coming from him were just unpleasant and it made Error worry as he looked at his younger brother. Fresh was always more patient than himself, however, when Fresh was worked up, he didn't have his usual 90's lingo, or even normal words. He cussed like a sailor and broke shit.* Listen, here, Fell. I am either going to come back here, and not be patronized by you, or I am going to just head back to where these guys live and stay with them there, because I am tired of your shit.

Fell: Are you fucking for real? You are seriously going to hang around these guys? I just told you that they are dangerous and you are going to stay around them anyway. Are you some kind of moron?! *there was some sort of spite in the voice of the edgy looking skeleton as he growls to himself, shaking in a sort of anger. However, he was stopped by the resident tree Sans, Gaster Sans. The dude was about as tall as an off-brand tower of some kind, and his overall stare was unsettling enough.*

G! Sans: Leave him alone, Fell, he is making his choice. We don't have time to deal with this, we all have a meeting tomorrow. I also need sleep and can't sleep over your incessant yelling because you are a loud mouth.

Fell: What was that you fucking-

G! Sans: *eye lights up as he looks down at the other, his brow bones furrowing as he leans down over the other a little, looking more intimidating* I suggest you do not finish that. Otherwise we both might not have anything to report tomorrow since I will be burying your dust.

Fell: *backs off a little, before grabbing a bone attack, and looking up at the other, his eye glowing a more intense red* or I will be flushing your dust down the toilet, you fucking skyscraper.

/ Everyone was watching the scene unfold, for all things holy, these guys were at each others throats and making threats that seemed like they were going to become true in a matter of seconds. There was literally no easing of tension between the two Sans's up in the window as they kept staring at each other, holding their dominance that they thought they had asserted. However, they were unaware they both simply looked stupid. Classic was appalled. Was this really how they treated each other here? Did they really threaten each other like that?*

Fresh: Oh for- *he was about to start shouting up at the two for them to stop flirting with each other, however, he was caught upset by an intense feeling filling the air, looking back, his eyes lay on Classic. The original was standing there, eyes black and hollow since his white pinpricks had retreated. However, his face was expressionless, though there was a clear hint of anger in the face that the other had made. Or rather was not making* . . .

Classic: Those of you who are saying these guys are so terrible are literally no better yourselves! If they were so bad, there would be no way you all let them be here in the same place as you guys in the first place, even if it were a peace meeting! It would be insensible! The only reason you guys are saying anything it just to spite them, isn't it? Just to continue to make them feel bad now that they won't attack you. Then only blame them again for attacking when they had it with your bullshit, right?! *the magic started to flow from Sans's eye as he looked up at them, his arm trembling as he tried to contain his anger*

SwapFell: *having heard all of the commotion from the window, he walks over ad looks down at Classic in what appeared to be disinterest. His eyes were narrow as he looked at the origin version of himself, before too joining the conversation.* We brought them here to see if they were going to be nice, and actually straighten themselves out. To see if they were really worth actually keeping around.

Classic: *there was a pause from him, however, his previous anger seemed to spike as he grew more and more tense, looking up at the skeptically dressed skeleton before he puts his skull in his hand, and starts to rub at his temple in annoyance.* You only brought them here to see if they were 'nice' you brought them here to see if they were nice... by ... basically verbally harassing them, social isolation, and otherwise small forms of domestically abusing them, that is. In other words, what you all are doing is basically just as bad as attacking them directly. Bullshit, this is all bullshit. Now, I don't want to dislike any of you, and on the same note, I am sure most of you don't care. However, I have also been judgmental. I have killed. They are just as much the same guy as you, cause you all come back to being a part of me. Meaning you ALL have dirt on your hands. Not all of you are bad. None of you are HORRIBLE. But I have killed. I have murdered and caused suffering. IN any case. You are all in the same boat. No universe starts off without a genocide. EVER. A Sans always wins because the HUMAN needs to reset. WE ALL HAVE KILLED ONCE! No matter what it comes to, you cannot name ANYTHING a pacifist AU if there is no GENOCIDE to compare it to! Otherwise it would be just another world without a route label! Not to mention both of you supposed pacifist route Sans up there are threatening each other like it is fair game, like there are no rules! What the hell does that tell you, HUH?!

/ there were no words for a second, and then another minute. The air was so tense. There was no words uttered to one another, there were no deep breaths taken. There was no eye contact, nothing. However, that is when gravity started to set in. Classic, he was right. Every single universe. All of them had a genocide. No matter how they tried to avoid it. It didn't even need to be the human child who caused it. If it was not them, it was some other monster, or even themselves in some of those situations. Everyone had blood on their hands, even if they did not remember it. Even if they thought it was all a dream, it happened./

Classic: *he sighed a looked away before he settled down. He was never one to really cry about too much, however, he felt his anger and his stress working themselves into tears as he looks at the Sans's up in the window again* listen to me, if you want to. I will be blunt. I have more faith in these 'bad guys' out here, because they actually respect each other, and help each other and worry about each other. They have not threatened each other since I have been there and they know how to communicate, even if someone else makes a mistake. They seem like they have more morals than you guys. Get your heads out of your asses, and start seeing things as they really are, not how you want to see them.

Fresh: . . . Error, I am going to just go back with you guys. I don't want to be here right now. Classic has a point. If they are going to be that toxic to each other, I don't wan't to be involved when that happens. *he started to walk back over to them, sighing. He stood next to Classic, and taps his shoulder* thank you, but I think we should all just go for now.

Classic: Yeah... I got it. Sorry... I probably just ruined all the fun we had today...

Fresh:No, it is still the best day I had in a while, you didn't ruin it, THEY did.

Paperjam: Wait, mister Fresh! *the smaller skeleton runs out the door and runs up to the slightly taller skeleton before sighing, and tearing up* please don't leave me all alone here, I don't want to listen to them arguing...

Fresh: *nodded, before he sighed again, and puts his hat on Paperjam* you guys don't mind if Jammy comes along, right?

Nightmare: No, he can if he wants to. That is okay with me.

Dust: I don't mind either. We should really get going though. It is going to be another long walk before we get back to our house...

Fresh: Yeah, I know... but I would rather have a long walk than another short argument...

Nightmare: Agreed...

/ With that, all of them turned around, and they started to walk back to the house they came from. There was no more exgtanges of words between the two colliding groups, there was no more argument from the two in the windowsill. There was no more noises from the area around them other than the tense crunching of snow under all of them as they continued to walk along/

/to be continued/