Warning: SWF, Hate, Depression, Thoughts of death.

A long time had passed since Sans had seen Gaster, since the scientist had fallen into the void, for the skeleton, it was usual to see him in his dreams, but it was always a blurred vision, as something unattainable, and it is not that he wanted to do it, inside his skull to the cruel memory of his childhood, his growth, full of torture, full of inhuman experiments, where they put to the limit its pure and mere existence, but that night, something inside him wanted to reach him, and he did, that black robe and crimson shirt, turned to see him.

–..Hey.. Uh.. Gaster? Longtime no see, you fucking nerd…– Fell grinned as his sharp fangs gleamed.

–Greetings Sans, Or should I say, pathetic skeleton excuse…– Wingdings look at Sans with a bored expression on his face.

Rolling those dull crimson pinpricks, the shorter skeleton huffed in annoyance. Glaring up at the other as his so called ‘Friendy’ greeting was no more. –Heh, I see how it is.. Call me an pathetic excuse when you yourself, amounted to nothing.–

–It’s interesting how you talk to me without a little respect, Sans, after all I’m your creator – Wingdings brought his face to the skeleton, smiling in a cruel way. –… Pathetic cheap copy.–

Fell hated being the butt of the joke; but what could he say, Gaster was right. All he ever was his entire life was the his brother’s faults. Everything considered trash. Low HP, low LV, his short height, hell even himself considered his sweating condition a drawback.

–Listen ere’ father.. This if you haven’t forgotten, is the Underground. A place where its kill or be killed; why should I even dare show kindness and expose myself to being weak for you? My own creator that disowned me, my own father that made me basically out of spare parts.– The younger spat with disrespect, as he had no shread of respect for Gaster. All he was to Fell was just another face he rather forget and never see again.

–I have not asked for mercy, Sans, neither you nor anyone, the simple reason of your existence was pure a mere mistake. – Wingdings’s hands moved according to his words, making his claws notice, his white and sick skin full of cruelty and lies –Your pure existence and that of your pathetic brother is the constant memory of my failure, and no, you were not made with spare parts, you’re practically, son of my rotten flesh …–

Fell only watched the other figure closely. His crimson orbs flickering ever so, as his attention drew toward the hand motions made. Once a smile, now forming a sour frown and once more into a hiss. –.. Then why the hell don’t you end my suffering? You made my Boss intolerable, my memories are nothing but nightmares, and you know what else…? – Fell paused, just glaring hatefully at his own flesh and blood. –You sit around and just let me suffer.. You made me on purpose, for what reason.. I don’t know. But what I do know, is that this /Is/ your fault..–

–My fault? –Wingdings said with a little sarcasm in his mouth, unable to contain himself, he laughed, in the face of the skeleton, pity? Kill him? NO, Wingdings was a sick and cruel being, who made others suffer, only for his own amusement, he looked closely at Sans, whispered near his skull. – Never, my son…–