My Little Mutt (FS!Papyrus x Female!Reader)

Chapter 17- Sans Has Doubts

(~Your POV + Time Skip 8 AM~)

I sleepily go downstairs, brushing my fingers through my hair. Yes, I got some sleep last night. I get down the stairs before hearing Sans say, "Look who's finally up." He actually scared me for a second.

'Isn't he supposed to be at work?'

I turn to him, he's on the couch, wrapping up his hand and wrist with some medical bandages. He gives me a glance, sounding aggressive already, "Shouldn't you explain something? Starting off with why you walked down here without permission. You're supposed to be in the room."

'I really don't like his attitude, but things can be much worse if I don't listen to him.'

"I'm sorry, I was coming down for a drink." After I answer, Sans becomes disinterested and focuses back to his hand. I look closer, his palm and the surrounding surface of his hand up to his wrist is red and sore.

'Is that a rash or something?'

Without thinking, I ask, "Sir, don't you have work today?" Sans continues wrapping with a concentrated gaze, "Got sent home early." I peer further into the conversation, "What happened to your hand?" Sans snaps at me, his eyes glowing bright blue, "Human! It's none of your business! Get your drink and go back upstairs!"

'You can't seriously expect me to go away just like that.'

"Do you need help?" I ask, with a bit of actual concern for him. He growls, then screams, "GO UPSTAIRS!" Sans' pupils sort of flamed up, and he raises a hand over his head. The same blue glow forms around his hand despite being bandaged, and a blaster spawns at his side. I know what that thing can do, I witnessed it. I immediately feel fear flood my senses. However, Sans' pupils flicker out and so does the glow around his hand. He hissed through his teeth, grabbing at his wrapped hand. He shakes his hand, trying to shake off the pain I suppose. The blaster disappears just as fast as it appeared.

Sans readjusted the short scarf or bandana around his neck, grumbling, "stupid.." Then he sighs and rubs his temples. I can tell he needs to be alone so I quickly grab a glass of water from the kitchen and rush upstairs. I quietly close the door.

'I need answers.'

I take a sip of my water, staring at Papyrus sprawled out across the bed. I clearly remember last night. After one kiss we both were SO embarrassed, but by no means do I regret it.

'I don't know about him though. Heh, I had no idea what I was doing!'

It was kind of unexpected, that's all. I bend down and flick his forehead, he flinches and turns over, "OW.." I let out a small snicker, "Good morning.. I have a question."

Pap opens his eyes and stares at me, "Yes, y-you would l-l-look g-great in that dress." I wheeze followed by harsh coughing, "WhAt??? Are you still half asleep or something?" He responds, "According to the 100% a-a-a-accurate quiz in my b-brother's dating h-handbook, it s-says the most c-c-common question a l-lady would ask me in t-the future would be, 'Do I l-look g-g-good in t-t-this dress?' I was j-just answering the q-q-question."

I lose my composure, laughing till my lungs felt like they were gonna bust. I clench my stomach, "WhY thOuGH???" He smirks and shrugs, "You s-said you had a q-q-question. I took my c-c-chances. If I-I'm wrong, you m-m-must be the most t-t-talented woman t-that can d-defy the a-all knowing 100% accurate q-quiz logic." I playfully slap his shoulder while still laughing, "Don't read that book, Pap. Don't. Just don't."