Forbidden Experiments

The Rolling Fields

"Are you sure you didn't have too much coffee this morning?" Error asked, clearly concerned.

"Nope! I hardly had any!" Replied the creator in excited shouting. "It was only— wait, what was your question?"

Error could've sworn the other was vibrating where he stood.

"How much coffee did you drink?" He asked.

"Hmm... Two and a half cups?" Said Ink, asking more of a question than giving an answer.

His eye lights were changing constantly, and the smile on his face seemed too joyful to simply be happiness.

They were still at their home, the sun just starting to rise. As planned, they had gotten up early and were fully prepared to head to Farmtale to carry out their mission.

"'Two and a half?'" Error repeated what the other had said, in disbelief. "No wonder I only got one cup..."

"I didn't have that much." The creator stated. "I'm pretty sure I left you with more than that!"

"Whatever... It doesn't really matter now." The destroyer mumbled.

As long as you're caffeine high doesn't blow our cover, it's fine. He said in his mind.

It was the only concern he had with this mission...

Soon, they made a portal to Farmtale, arriving at the large farm the Sans and Papyrus of this universe owned. The weather was nice with puffy white clouds dancing across the deep blue sky. The sun's rays laid its warmth across the rolling fields as a light breeze caused the growing wheat fields to sway, along with the leaves of the few trees nearby. If one looked down the gravel road, to the left, they could catch sight of the small town in the distance.

It was a shame that such a peaceful and welcoming place could be in great danger.

Presently, the creator and destroyer made their way to the farm house that wasn't too far away from them, past the giant tool barn of red and white. The farmhouse took the look of the usual skeleton brother's house, but it was snow free, missing Christmas lights, and had a flower garden.

Once arriving at the door, Ink knocked on it and stepped back, waiting for a reply.

It might've been early, but they could hear movement from inside, from footsteps, to dishes moving, to a trousle of bones. Soon the door was opened by a small human... This universe's Frisk. They had the usual striped shirt, but wore Jean overalls that had a few grass and mud stains. A bandaid was placed on the bridge of their nose.

They rubbed sleep from their eyes, clearly having crashed at the house for the night. They then stared up at the odd skeletons with a confused look.

"Hey there!" Ink greeted. "Is Sans awake by any chance?"

The human thought a moment before nodding their head.

"Could you go get him for us?" The creator asked. "He should know why we're here."

Once again, the Frisk replied with a nod and gave a smile. They ducked back inside, not bothering to close the door all the way. A few seconds later, and the Sans of the universe surfaced, opening up the door and smiling.

He wore the usual blue hoodie that classic Sans wears, a straw hat, pants with flower prints on them, and a pair of white socks. In his mouth was a piece of wheat grass sticking out.

"Hey, come on in." He said, welcoming them inside.

Once inside, the mission began. Within a few moments, Frisk walked back into the room holding two different outfits folded up along with a straw hat that sat on top of the stack.