𝐇𝐄'𝐈𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄⎟⎟ 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾

F r i e n d

 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓
(prb.) I saw comfort in his arms, and I found unrequited love in his soul
𑁍࿐ྂ

A myriads of shouts erupts from inside
of Grillbys bar and Papyrus slammed the shots of glasses on the bar table, screaming his none-existing lungs out, covered by the loud music in the bar.

Undyne follows him behind, catching his balance every now and then. She felt regretful giving the young skeleton alcohol, but she was just helping him. Taking some shots that could ease the mind and could even release, a little bit of stress.

"Papyrus! You've drank took much, let's get you home!" She screamed into his none-existing ear, but all Papyrus did was dragged himself into a crowd filled with sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

She watched as Papyrus approach the star of the Underground Mettaton, dragging him by the hand as did a twirl, a bright naive smile on his face before he drank the alcohol that he was holding.

"I'm so sorry about him!" Undyne apologized to the star as soon as she parted the two away, and pulled him out of the bar, watching Papyrus flipping everyone off while shouting profanities the entire time.

Then, as soon as they were outside in the cold, Papyrus felt the effect of the alcohol kicking in. Has his strength vanish before falling into Undyne's arms, sobbing as loudly as his body could go.

Little teardrops swelled up in his eye sockets, he felt like a child at that moment crying into the night, wrapping himself in Undyne's embrace. "I-I don't. . .the great Papyrus doesn't know what to do anymore."

Undyne tried to speak despite her shaky breath, "you're both insanely strong. You, okay? You're strong, I can see that."

"Am I really?" Papyrus pulled away, looking at Undyne with his puff red eye sockets, his head still spinning from the amount of alcohol intake he had forced himself to drink. "He's ill and here I am-" He spun around with his arms out, "Drinking and a terrible brother."

Undyne gripped on to his arms, shaking her head, "You're not a terrible brother, Papyrus. You're just tired and a little frustrated, okay? And this. . .this is a good thing. It's good that you're out here to let out your pain. It's a from of coping mechanism," Undyne sighs, "let's get you back home. Don't you have to fetch Sans tomorrow?"

Placing Papyru's arms around her shoulder, Undyne walked towards the snowy streets, where she managed to bring him at his front porch, before she ensures Papyrus was back safely in his house. Then, she left and went back home to Hotlands.

When morning finally came, Papyrus had managed to drag himself out of bed and get himself ready, before he made his way to the hospital, where Sans was.

After a night of pitiful tears and an unsuccessful attempt himself from his soul, he had decided to never let Undyne convince him to drink alcohol ever again. He had to find a better coping mechanism it's only putting his life a risk.

"Let's see what we got here," Dr.Williams spoke and he flips though the file, with a few paper in them before he looks up to be deteriorating his health. Unfortunately, were afraid he could be diagnosed with a life threatening disease.

Papyrus swallowed and turned away quickly, allowing himself to take in the news.

"We could also perform a surgery-"

"No! No-no surgery. Anything else but a surgery. Please. . ." Papyrus panicked, cutting Dr.Williams, who was taken aback by the sudden raise of voice before nodding his head understandingly.

"This surgery could risk the possibility of-"

"Nope," Papyrus interrupts him once more, looking anywhere else but Dr. William's eyes, "Sorry. . ."

"Okay," Dr. Williams states, closing his file before he speaks once more, "We still do need to confirm with the patient before proceeding with the decision."

Papyrus bites on his globby hands, nodding his head quickly before he followed Dr.Williams into San's ward, where he was sleeping, looking almost too peaceful for someone who seemed to be in terrible pain.

He runs his finger on his skull softly, sitting on the side of the bed.

Then, it hits him and his soul starts getting heavier. Papyrus hated that feeling so much, it was like a slap in the face from reality. Sans only had a few months with him. Or if he's lucky, he should be able to survive right?

Nobody saw this coming. In fact, Sans was completely fine, just a lazy guy having fun with his friends. Just a guy who also happened to fall sick one night.

He drew back his gaze to look at his brother, lingering his trembling fingers on his cheek bone lightly, like he was a wax figure. His brutal bone sliding so roughly against his fingers.

"Heya pap. . ." Sans calls out lowly, a weak lazy grin plastered across his face, "You're finally here, I got a little worried."

Papyrus smiles painfully, nodding his head. A silence stretched on between them and Sans wraps his arms around his waist, fighting off the sudden urge to cry.

Dr.William's words was still ringing in his head, like a tune that would always get stuck In his head each time he found a perfect joke to tell, but this. This was driving him insane.

Papyrus grabbed a bowl of porride from beside him, where Dr.Williams told him to feed him dinner before he could be discharged from the hospital "Eat a little?"

San's smile fades and he shake his head,
"No."

"Just a little?"

"No." He reported, this time a little colder than before. Papyrus lowers the bowl of porridge into his lap, having some for himself instead.

If Sans wasn't going to eat it, then Papyrus will.

"I'm sorry paps. Ya not upset with me, right?" Sans asked, glancing at his little baby bones obvious expression that radiated sadness.

He shook his head in response, "of course not. I the great Papyrus have no reason to be upset with you." Papyrus smiled, looking down to his brother, making it even harder for him to control the tears in his eye sockets.

"I just think it's easier for ya when I'm no longer around."

Papyrus choked on air. Or the porridge, either one, bringing his hand up to San's face, "Don't say that. Please brother," He placed the bowl away, positioning himself such that he was sitting close to Sans.

"It's just. . . Funny. Ya said you'll take care of me for the rest of my life and not the rest of your life but the irony here is that I'm dying, Paps. My life is ending."

"I'll take care of you forever, you know that's what the great Papyrus meant."

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