Protect One Another - US!Papyrus x Reader

Chapter 19/24 -- What Do We Do Now?

Art isn't related, but I found it and thought IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER-

LIKE LOOK AT BLUE-

LOOK AT PAP- HE'S IN A ONEZIE WITH EARS-

Written: 4/30/2021- 5/1/2020

Edited: 5/1/2021

Words: 2717

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Four long days later.

Sans was awake and alive, and as chipper as ever (if not more so than usual). He had been living on the couch since he woke up, Y/n and Papyrus doted on him every chance they weren't busy with some sort of work.

Sans was not at all happy with this situation.

"Papyrus go to your sentry! Y/n go back to Muffet's! I can take care of myself, you don't have to baby me like some irresponsible child!" he exclaimed one day. Papyrus glanced at Y/n, then rolled his eyes.

"We're not going anywhere until you can fully function again," she said with a matter-of-fact tone. "But...I do have work this evening, so I won't be here. Pap will be staying home."

"I can walk ya know," Sans grumbled. "I can serve myself and do all that stuff..." Y/n hummed in response and continued to unwrap the bandages around his skull. Papyrus sat in a chair on his phone, most likely reading again or something, occasionally looking up to see what was going on. Or to see her taking care of his little brother so well.

"You can walk sure, but you can't see out of one eye as of right now because of the bandages. Also, your arm is split clean in half right now and it could take weeks to heal," Y/n stated, pulling out more cloth strips from the box that was on the floor next to her. "And I don't want you home alone until at least your arm has healed. I don't want you hurting yourself."

"What makes you think I, the Magnificent Sans, will hurt myself?!" Sans asked haughtily.

"You're reckless," she replied calmly. Y/n pulled the strips around his skull tighter, the tied them off at the back.

"I am not reckless," Sans retorted. Papyrus snorted from his corner. Y/n shook her head with a smile.

"Yeah, and I've never had a broken bone in my life."

***

With some persuasion, Y/n was shooed from the house and off to work. Papyrus was babysitting his brother for the evening, or at least until he was asleep.

Sans gave in and let Papyrus make him dinner, although he dreaded what was being made (his brother wasn't the best cook, but he did try). Sans had made himself comfortable in a blanket and pillow taco, flipping on the TV to his preferred channel.

"Sans, could you turn down that stupid robot show?" Papyrus called from the kitchen. Sans rolled his eyes and leaned over the arm of the couch.

"Why do you hate Napstaton so much? He's super cool and his music is awesome!" Sans said, his eye sparkling thinking about it. Papyrus glared at him from the next room, holding the pot over the sink and pouring the noodles into the colander.

"His music is fine," Papyrus said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "It's your obsession over him that bothers me. If you weren't my brother, I'd say you're gay for him." Sans gasped and made an offended face at his brother. Papyrus smirked at his reaction.

"I am not gay, brother!" Sans retorted. "I just.... There's a difference between being gay and being a fanboy you know! I just like his music and he also happens to be the only form of entertainment in the entire Underground! (or at least for the TV part). And besides, if anything you're the one who's gay."