DystopianTale (Undertale AU)

~Chapter 27~

Sans sucked in a breath of fresh air, the first he had apparently had in days. Red sat next to him on the wooden deck, his femur pressed against Sans's, a hand on his lower spine. Frisk was curled up on his lap, having not left Sans's side after seeing him awake. It had been a lot to take in, being found trembling on the floor of his bedroom near a pile of his own puke by his boyfriend, his father, his brother, his friend who was an ex-royal guard, and his boyfriend's brother (Red had explained that Edge had shown up just the other day.). Edge and Cross had soon left the room to let Sans's family, and partner, explain everything that had happened. Sans was lucky he hadn't dusted on the spot. Truthfully, he didn't know why he hadn't, but there he was.

Even though he had only been unconscious for a few days, he had missed a lot: Undyne had shown up with Dream, Red had beat the shit out of her - Papyrus had explained the last part, Red's single eyelight avoiding Sans during that certain conversation as if he was ashamed - and that she was now being kept locked up on the property, Nightmare and Killer were officially together (Sans was a bit sad he had missed that, he would have loved to tease them about it. At least he could do it now.),  Edge had obviously shown up (Sans had gotten a chance to properly meet him later that evening, and he felt a little bad for the circumstances, but Edge had been nice and understanding, though he had left shortly afterwards).

There was a nagging in his skull as all this information was relayed to him, an itch screaming to be scratched. He felt like he was forgetting something important, something he was supposed to tell the others. Something had happened to him while he was unconscious right? He felt, in his soul, that something had happened, that he had talked to someone, and they told him something important? Hadn't they? Sans tried thinking back, reaching deep into his mind, searching the depths of his mind, but he just found deep, endless darkness. Thinking about it too long made his thoughts go foggy, like breathing on glass.

There were also faint marks on his hands, like bruising in the shape of a ring in the center of his palms. He didn't have a clue how that happened, but it made him feel sick to his stomach. It only reminded him who his real "father" was, reminded him of where he came from. He hated it. He also hated the idea of anyone asking about the weird bruising. Hopefully they'd fade and disappear. Until then, Sans would just have to hide them.

Asgore had brought in Frisk and Chara once Sans was calmer and had a general understanding of the events he had missed - Frisk had sobbed and clung to him like their life depended on it (The squeezing made his chest scream in pain, but comforting his younger sibling, telling them that he was ok and that he wasn't going anywhere was far more important that telling them he wasn't comfortable) - and Chara... she hadn't said anything, but Sans didn't miss the glint of tears rolling down her cheeks, hidden behind her bangs. She had hugged him, before suddenly disappearing from the room. Sans had made a mental note to reach out to her at a later time - he wouldn't blame her for needing time to process, hell, even he needed time to wrap his head around everything.

He had talked to Cross afterwards - and got to meet Dream - that had been a short conversation, but Dream seemed to enjoy his jokes, and even though Cross had acted annoyed by the puns, he still seemed genuinely relieved to see him doing better. Cross also just seemed to be in better shape than the last time Sans had seen him, which was definitely a positive note. Papyrus had also taken Sans to talk to Mettaton - Sans hadn't talked much to the newcomer before the attack, but he had known Papyrus was somewhat close to the ghost monster. But Sans hadn't realized just how close Mettaton was to his little brother.

Sans knew he was being a bit hypocritical, considering how quickly he'd started dating Red, but upon meeting Mettaton and seeing how he looked at Papyrus, and how Papyrus gushed and stimmed around him. It didn't take a genius to notice there was something between them. And Sans's "big brother mentality" immediately freaked out over this. Mettaton seemed nice enough, if not a little bit secretitive (so was Sans, so he couldn't really blame Mettaton for that, but he still didn't like it) and Papyrus obviously thought he was a good person, and Sans wanted to feel the same, afterall if Pap was happy, Sans was happy. But a part of his soul screamed at him to keep this stranger away from his brother - what if Mettaton hurt him? Used him?