10 years later

Fira POV

Age: 15

Even when I was little I hid my appearance under a thick black cloak. I couldn't be found. I was kicked out of school. For being to smart. And as much as I hated it I was into science. So I had my own lab in Grillby's basement. I have learned the common language, but I still spoke more in hands. I often ate at Grillby's bar.  I was walking out of the bar from my lunch break, heading back to my lab when I felt a tug on my cloak. I turned to see a small skeleton, about 10 now, looking up at me. Trying to see my face. I pulled my hood up more. I couldn't get caught. "Yes kid?" He was a little boy. Wore a blue jacket and pink slippers. "I know I'm not supposed ta talk ta strangers, but I can't fin' my dad." He spoke pure hands. That nagged at me. What if.. Doctor Gaster.. was.. not gonna finish that. I really, really hoped not! I don't want this boy to go through the torture I went through. "Take my cloak." I spoke in hands. He grabbed some of my cloak and I asked around. "What's your name kid?" I asked casually. "Oh I'm Comic Sans. You can just call me Sans though." He replied. "Hm." I replied. Then I heard a voice behind me. "What are you doing!" The voice asked darkly. I turned slowly to see Gaster. "Dad!" Sans cried out running to Gaster. "He asked me to help find you." I replied to Gaster trying to keep the venom out of my voice. He narrowed his eyes at me. "You.. sound familiar." I shrugged trying not to let my fear show. "I-I gotta go. Imma busy monster. Your welcome by the way!" I rushed off hearing Gaster call a thank you as I left. That was close. As I got to the lab I realized something. Sans. Was. My. Brother. I. Had. A. Brother! Now I had to watch him. Protect him. Without him finding out who I was. I had a brother.