How To Fix The Damage Done (Feralasylum Reader Insert)

A Sad Day

It seemed that Sans had skipped bargaining all together and went straight into depression. Unless he went through bargaining over night while you weren't here. You weren't to sure. Sans didn't react when you came in. "Sans... are you awake..?" Not a word. Not a twitch. You walked over to his bed. He seemed to be asleep. Seeing as it had working in the past, you tried to pet his skull. He rolled away. He was still mad at you, it seemed. "Sans... it's going to be ok.." That earned a low whimper/growl sound. "Have you eaten yet?" You asked gently. "... not hungry.." He replied quietly. You frowned lightly. "You should eat. It's not healthy.." Again, he didn’t reply. You were worried, of course you were, but you couldn't force him into anything he didn't want to do. "Remember I'm here if you need me." You decided to say before you moved to get some paperwork done in one of the corner chairs you'd brought in during 'redecoration'. You tried to focus on the task... but it was extremely difficult. You'd known Sans as a rather cheerful and affectionate monster. This lack of all of that scared you immensely. 'Did I screw up..?'

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He was motionless throughout the day. He just laid in his bed thinking about who knows what. Rationally, you knew it was because he was in mourning, but another part of you begged for him to go back to the way he was before. You desperately wanted to be there for him, to get him through this and to never let him suffer again, but you couldn't do that I he didn't want it. You knew he didn't want it. He wanted to be left alone and against better judgment you were allowing for that. You were leaving him alone..You sighed and rested your head in your hands. You felt to stressed and you weren't completely sure why. You knew part of it was this whole ordeal, but surely it shouldn't be this much distress over it, right? You'd given up doing your paperwork hours ago. You were to out of it. It's been a long time since you'd felt this IMPATIENT. You had to keep your game face on. If one of the others saw you like this, they'd make you take the day off. You couldn't do that. Sans needed you.

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She wasn't being her usual calm, collected self. Sans could see it and he knew it was because of him. A small part of him wanted to get up and hug her. A smaller part of him was still mad that she'd just went with the 'Papyrus is alive' thing instead of telling him immediately. A large part of him was just sad. Depressed, actually. He couldn't find it in himself to care about much of anything except for the fact that Papyrus really WAS gone. He'd never see his little brother again. He longed for one of Papyrus great big hugs that swept him off his paws. He longed for Papyrus bright, wide smile. He longed for Papyrus loud and proud voice and his never-ending confidence that had Sans wondering how he could do it. Translucent yellow tears escaped his sockets, almost against his will. It hurt. His soul hurt so much and it wasn't because of the experiments. He missed Papyrus and it was straining his soul, cracking it. He didn't dare say a thing though. He wanted to suffer in silence. It was HIS fault Papyrus was dead. HE couldn't PROTECT his brother.

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The day was coming to a close. Sans hadn't eaten. Sans hadn't moved. You hadn't eaten either. Nor had you moved. It had been a mental battle all day on what you should do. Things couldn't continue like this. He was hurting, you were his doctor and you were supposed to help him. At the same time, you saw him as a dear friend (definitely more, don't deny it) and wanted to give him his personal space and time to mourn. On occasion, you'd here a small whimper or a whine. You made up your mind at the last noise he'd made. It sounded like a pained groan and the last of your patience all but disappeared. You huffed and removed yourself from your spot, coming to the bed. Then you plopped yourself down and gathered your dear friend in your arms, hugging him close. He growled a little and tried to push away, but you wouldn't let him. "It will be ok, Sans.. I know it hurts.. please, please.. let me help you. I can't stand to see you like this Sans.." He gave up fighting and you both sat like that for the remainder of the day.