Just a Little While Longer (SoLYGBM timeline)

Chapter 39: Wake Up Calls

(inspired by Staringback)
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There had been some very rare occasions that Tops was lucky to witness about Sans' childhood with his brothers. It was that no matter what state of mind they were in, no matter how angry or disappointed they were with each other, if someone posed as a threat or disrespect to one of them, they would all forget the beatings and screaming matches and either scare that disrespectful party member straight off the map, or fly into a fit of protective rage. Sans appeared to be the one mainly taking the aggressively protective role. One minute he would be mercilessly laughing at his baby brother for slipping in the snow, but one whiff of a group of Dog Monster teens snickering nearby and suddenly Sans would be far more interested in bruising jaws. Tops had even once seen Wings have to hold an eight year old bittybones Paps back from tearing some poor idiot little Monster's horns off when the dumb sod decided to mouth off about his older brother being a 'sissy loser' for stealing a cook book. There were even a few admirably sweet points where Sans had gotten beaten bad by some small town gang and Papyrus would toughen up and demand to see whoever dared hurt him. A slightly less fortunate experience Tops had with Sans and Papyrus was the aftermath of the very nasty fight that had scarred Wingdings' skull so horrifically. At the time those wounds were far larger and more gruesome than the thin hollow cracks today, nonetheless Papyrus had hurried into the room with the first aid kit, warily allowing Tops to assist Sans in healing the wounds as best as they could. He'd never seen the two so scared that they might lose their big brother.

This was another one of those points. When Sans fell to the floor, Papyrus' enraged glare immediately broke into fear as he ran forward pulling him up and shaking the shorter one's shoulders almost helplessly. Tops took this as his chance to follow after and throw Sans' arm over him trying to haul him up.

"fuck this guy's heavy- Quick! Get him on the bed! We need to find out what's wrong!"

Nodding silently and quickly Papyrus did the same and they managed to lie him down as Tops performed a quick SOUL check.

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Sans
HP - 14/95
DEF - 0/70
His magic is really low...
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"Okay... okay I think... I think he's okay... he's not taking any continuous damage but he's taken a lot of it already. He must've gotten in a fight or something, he's completely drained."

Papyrus threw his hands in the air leaping from the bed and pacing around the room, complaints flying out of him and the obvious fear on his face neatly and seamlessly hidden away again.

"GAH!! OF COURSE!!!! ONLY SANS WOULD GET US ALL WORRIED OUT OF OUR MINDS AND THEN PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID BAR FIGHT!!!!"

He took a few seconds to examine his friend, there weren't any obvious wounds... he just seemed genuinely exhausted.

"I dunno Paps... usually Sans would just come home after a bar fight. And I doubt he would've gotten himself in trouble while Frisk was there, maybe he went back to her place and then... on coming back he got into a fight...? This doesn't make any sense..."

"IF SANS WENT BACK TO MISS FRISK'S APARTMENT THEN WHY DIDN'T HE CALL??! AND WHY WAS HER HOUSE IN SUCH A PITIFUL STATE WHEN WE INVESTIGATED THERE!?"