𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 {+ 𝐴𝑢 𝑃𝑎𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠}

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𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓
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«ZekeStrife»
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Sometimes, even Papyrus has a bad day.
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Sans wakes up, and it's a good day.

It's one of those feelings, you know— where the moment you open your eyes, you know.

This is going to be a good day.

For a while, he doesn't even bother opening his eyes. He just lays there, warm and comfortable, breathing in and out, enjoying the distant sound of Pa—

Wait.

Sans opens his eyes.

Sits up and stares at where he knows Papyrus should be cooking breakfast.

Did... Did he wake up early?

He frowns. Glances at the digital clock by his bedside.

No. It's around the time he usually wakes up, these days, and by now Papyrus should be in full swing, preparing breakfast for the both of them and humming along to whatever program he's turned on this morning.

But there's nothing, and suddenly Sans is pretty sure today is not going to be a good day.

He checks the living room and kitchen first.

It's not the biggest apartment, so the two rooms are more or less squished together. Neither of them really minds, though, but right now it would definitely be better if the two rooms were huge, separated, and yes, Sans knows he's stalling.

He should just check Papyrus' room. Get it over with.

He checks the bathroom.

Just to be sure.

With those three out of the way, there's really only Papyrus' room left.

Sans stands before the door, shifting uneasily from foot to foot.

Papyrus has long since decorated his door much like the one in Snowdin— there's paper taped to the door, the same proclamation of 'NO GIRLS ALLOWED! NO BOYS ALLOWED! PAPYRUS ALLOWED!' and in the corner of the last one, a tiny scribbled 'frisk allowed!'

He knocks.

A minute later, and there's still no answer.

Papyrus' room is dead quiet, and Sans rocks uneasily back and forth on his calcaneus.

Sans knocks, louder this time. Another minute passes by. Still no answer.

Welp. Guess he has no choice.

The door creaks open, loud in the silence— Sans peeks his head in, scanning the interior.

There's a lump on the bed.

Sans non-existing stomach drops to the bottom of his non-existing gut.

"h-hey... papyrus?"

No answer. The lump doesn't even move.

Tentatively, Sans steps inside. Lets the door remain open behind him.

"bro? you, uhm, okay?"

This time, the lump moves.

A pair of glowing, blue eyes stares at him from underneath the layers and layers of blankets.

"okay, dumb question— uhh, do you... need anything?"

Papyrus shifts. It's barely noticeable, and Sans only notices it because he's looking directly at him.

"NO."