The next day, Sans was in what you'd consider a cake coma. It was almost comical seeing him in such a state, he didn’t want to get up at all, whimpering every time he was made to to take his medicine, which so far today was only once, but still. "Sans, are you going to be ok?" You asked with slight worry in your tone. He flopped his head sleepily to peer at you with half closed eyes, making a vague "uh-huh" after he did so. "If I may ask... what happened? Did someone give you the wrong medicine?" He stuffed his face in his pillow and shook his head with a muffled "nu-uh." You sighed in gentle relief. "How do I help?" Sans shifted from his 'stomach' to his 'side'. "haf ya efer hadda shugar crash..?" Sans asked. "When I was a little girl, yes. Why?"
"'m goin through shomethin shimilar. majic crash.." You blinked. You didn't know that monsters could go through such a thing. "So your saying sleep will make you better."
"uh-huh." You sighed in relief again and walked up to the bed, plopping down on the other side and doing the usual method of stroking his skull as he drifted off.
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You were vaguely aware of someone pressing up against you. They nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pushing just a little closer. They had an arm slung over your side, the pressure was oddly comfortable. Your legs tangled with theirs with a thin rope(?) brushing over your ankle. You didn't know when you'd fallen asleep, but clearly you had and now that you were becoming more aware, you realized that someone was Sans all snuggled against you, making your cheeks burn uncharacteristically. You weren't sure what to make of the situation. Judging by his peaceful, resting face you assumed that this whole thing was unconscious, he'd merely been reaching out for any soul close enough to comfort him. Perhaps he'd mistaken you for Papyrus. You decided not to move, if it was keeping him from that unstable state of mind then so be it. His tail, which was what was really resting on your ankle, curled up your lower leg a little, he inhaled, holding tighter to you before mumbling in his sleep. "[Y/N]..." You flushed heavily. He was well aware of who he was clinging to.
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Watching him wake up was something else. His sockets opened slowly, blinking every so often in an attempt to rid himself of the sleepy haze. He looked at your face, trying to process what he was seeing. His gaze traveled down to his arm wrapped around your torso then back to your face looking even more confused before recognition sparked in his sockets. When that did happen, instead of pushing you away like you were expecting, he clung tighter. "i-i'm so sorry! i didn't realize!" Sans buried his face into your neck. This is so contradictory and you felt yourself blushing more. "Sans." You said as calmly as possible. "Why are you still holding me?" He froze then scrambled away. "a-apology... hug..?" He replied weakly. You'd take it, it's not like there was any harm done or something. "Are you feeling better then? No more... magic crash?" He seemed fine so you could only assume he was fine. He gave a nod to confirm this. "That's good. How does a magic crash even work?" Sans was very happy with the topic change. You both were. "well a sugar crash is when a human has a sudden drop in energy levels, right?" You nodded. "a magic crash is the exact same except with magic instead of glucose."
"That's interesting... no more eating 3/4's of the cake from now on, ok?" Sans laughed. "deal."
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How To Fix The Damage Done (Feralasylum Reader Insert)
FanficHe's in a lot of emotional pain, he can't accept that Papyrus is gone, all he's doing is hurting himself further. So what can Toriel do but assign you to his case? Based on my Feralasylum Short Story.
