And it’s another new part of Dogs of Future Past that’s written! Sans and Timedog attempt some form of communication, but might raise more questions than answers…

–Dogs of Future Past–

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After Papyrus boarded the elevator with the cart full of equipment, Sans looked back at the dog. He sighed, rubbing at the back of his skull. “You’ve been acting out of sorts today, pup. That little portal…shortcut thing? How did you do that?”

The three tried to think of a way that they could possibly answer Sans, but couldn’t think up any good response before he just went ahead.

“Rhetorical question I guess, since I don’t speak dog. But I can’t help but feel you know more than you’re letting on, which I gotta say, is a bit of a bother to me. Seems like a whole bunch of stuff’s been going, well… weird lately. And I ain’t sure how much of it is fate or our doing anymore.”

Do you think we should try writing in the dirt again? Flowey suggested silently to the other three.

We don’t have a stick! Or a bone! Losing that bone seemed like the greatest tragedy to Greatest Dog.

Hold up…maybe Sans will tell us what we need to know about Gaster right now. He can get pretty talkative when he feels like it and you just listen, Frisk thought. They looked up at Sans expectantly, willing him to continue.

“After these last experiments…losing that poor kid…I’m starting to have a lot of doubts. Like…I’m missing something really important.” He stared down at the mostly-scratched out name in the dirt close by, as if contemplating it. Finally, however, he seized on an idea. “Hey, I know, pup. How ‘bout we play a little game of 20 questions. One tail wag means yes, and two tail wags means no. Sound good to you?”

Okay, this could possibly get them somewhere. The dog wagged its tail once for yes, looking excited. They couldn’t ask things themselves, but they could possibly lead Sans on!

Sans raised an eyesocket at them. “Glad you’re game, pup. Well! First question: Did you get those abilities from the experiments?”

The dog shook its tail twice for no. I never even saw much of those! Greatest Dog threw in, although he didn’t really need to remind the other two.

“Okay…have you seen our first test subject at all?”

First test subject? Who was that? Frisk asked.

…No idea, Flowey replied. They shook their tail twice for no.

Sans looked disappointed. “What about all the ones after? Any hint of them around?”

Another no tail-shake. Sans sighed. “Guess I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up about that. Okay. Here’s a big one for ya…we’ve been monitoring what we can see of the timelines, best we can, and…sometime in the future, things start to get screwy. Timelines will start and stop, jump around from place to place, loop back in on each other…and then we got one that just…ends everything. This isn’t what we were working for at all, and it’s…really starting to scare me. There’s some anomaly that’s messing around with time.” He looked down at the dog intently. “Do you know anything about what’s causing that, pup?”

This question stunned all three of them into confused silence for a moment, before they erupted into an internal debate.

Is he talking about you or me? Flowey asked.

Well maybe he’s talking about both of you! Or all of us together? Greatest Dog tried to interject.

Oh come on, I did the most resets out of any of us! He probably means the ones I did! Flowey said.

Yeah, but…what does he mean ‘ends everything?’ Can that happen?

I don’t know, I never tried something I didn’t think I couldn’t reset!

So does that mean we do know what’s causing it or we don’t?

I don’t know! He needs to be more specific!

Apparently this internal debate went on too long with no actual response in the form of tail wags, so Sans decided to drop it. “…Yanno, never mind. Maybe that was too complicated for you, pup.”

They just looked disappointed at Sans. Right now this seemed to be raising more questions for them than answering ones. Sans tapped at his jawbone, trying to think over a good response.

“Okay, I got one, maybe two more for ya. With all these things you seem capable of doing…do you know what’ll happen in the future?”

This question, they could actually answer in the affirmative. The dog wagged its tail yes.

If Sans had eyebrows, they definitely would’ve gone up now. As it was, he just looked very interested, and leaned a little closer. “Then I do have one more. In the future…does everything turn out okay?”

The dog hesitated here for a moment, unsure what answer to give…after all, there was the future ahead of Sans that they did know, and then there was the future ahead of them that they could only guess at now. What was the correct way to answer? Just when it seemed like they couldn’t put it off any further, they all silently worked out a response…and gave Sans one tail wag.

Sans leaned back, and gave a little sigh of relief. He smiled down at the dog, in that way you could tell that his smile was genuine. “…Thanks, pup. I dunno if you’re right or not, but I think that’s just what I needed to hear.”

Before they could react further, Sans then headed off in the direction of the elevator that Papyrus had used earlier. He gave them a smile as he left. “I guess this means that I really better get back to work. This machine ain’t gonna power itself, after all. Whatever you’re up to…I’m sure I’ll be seeing ya around soon, pup.”

The dog glanced back down at the scratched-out name in the dirt as Sans made his exit. So after all of that, they still didn’t have any more info on where Gaster actually was. And if anything, it sounded like they just made Sans more dedicated to getting the time machine project running.

Do you think that maybe we should’ve answered differently? Greatest Dog thought to the other two.

Frisk looked ahead with determination. “I think it just means we need to really make sure that the future does turn out all right.”