𝐇𝐄'𝐈𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄⎟⎟ 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾

C r i t i c a l

⎯𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄
(adj) He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
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Papyru's eye sockets was latched on his brother, constantly promising him that he was never going to do that again, because randomly sending Sans back to the hospital was such a selfish an foolish thing to do. He just wanted a little break and he really just wanted his brother to get better.

He sat by Sans bed, taking off his gloves as he intertwining his boney fingers with San's, hoping he would recover anytime soon. He sat there next to his older brother, wondering why it had to be him that had to suffer this amount of pain.

Papyru's smile slowly starts to fall as he reaches his hand out to San's face, caressing his thumb lightly on his cheek bone.

"H-hey." Papyrus suddenly speaks, in a low tone, trying not to stutter any words "Remember when we went to my old elementary school? And you kept on giving the little monster kids sweets because they were 'too cute to handle." Papyrus said looking carefully at Sans reaction.

"I remember that," Sans grinned, "I love seeing the little kiddos get so excited. It reminded me when you were just a little baby bones."

"Remember the first time you told me. . . You wouldn't let any thing bad happened to me?" Papyrus asks and Sans looked up to the ceiling, like he was recalling the exact moment before a lazy grin plastered on his face, "I do. And ya would always remind me that it was the safest day ya felt in your life.

Do ya remember the first time ya told me you'd take care of me?" "Of course. The great Papyrus would never forget that," Papyrus smiled, but when the thought of him doing all of these; recalling memories, for the actual reason hits him, he shuts his eye sockets, hoping no teardrops would betray him and fall down to his cheek bones.

He knew he was doing all this because one day, like Dr. Williams had warned him, he was going to forget all the memories they had together. All the memories they ever created.

Then, without any sudden movements, Papyrus slowly stood up and squeezed his, hand, breaking the silent."Go to sleep brother, you need lots more rest. Okay?" He gave a little peck on the forehead before letting go of his hand to go. And before Sans could beg him to stay for the hundredth time that day, he's gone and Sans was lonely all over again.

He hated the loneliness, it was too quiet. He was paranoid when it got too silent. It would remind him of the countless genocide runs where everybody died.

Where he had to rome the snowy streets of snowdin town filled with monster dust. Just think of it gives him endless nightmares.

He let out a frustrated sigh 'I miss my little baby bones already.'

He reches for the polaroid tucked in his hoodie pocket, admiring the photo again and again.

The one that was taken last Christmas, where it was him and Papyrus against the world. It was meant to stay that way, forever. Him and paps against the world, not him, Papyrus and this stickiness was slowly killing him. They were so perfect, and Sans couldn't picture anyone else replacing his little bro. How could he.

Then, his mind lingers somewhere else, to the first time he hears the words slip out of Dr. William's mouth. chohonehaki, a rare Japanese life threatening disease, but the common term for it was Butterfly Bone Cancer. He remembered not freaking out, nor giving him a reaction because he felt like he already knew it, but hearing paps cry every night by his bed broke him.

It tour into his soul like a sharp knife, just thinking that he was the main reason his little baby bones was suffering severely, just did things to him. Unspeakable things.

The door to his ward creaks open and Sans remained silent, turning his head away from the direction.

"Time to eat," Dr. Williams says, placing the bowl of fried rice on the food table. When Dr. Williams turns to look at his patient, still looking away, he speaks. "It's okay, I'm not forcing you to eat it all. Look, I gave you a smaller serving. If you eat this, you won't feel light-headed later."

But Sans felt like he couldn't speak. Or move, and the constant sound of the doctor's voice rang in his skull, like it was echoing like an echo flower, before his vision turned blurry and his breath was getting fainter.

He tried his hardest to shut out his voice and face and then tried to shut out the worry rising in his chest but fails.

Sans let's out a long painful gasp, grabbing on to his chest bone, his head tilted upwards.

Dr. Williams, who immediately notices the situation, called in for more help, and the room was now put in a critical situation.

YOURSMB SPEAKS :

I really don't know what's gotten into me lately or maybe I'm just in to the write mood but what ever it is, it's making me stay up 3:00 in the funk morning writing this LMAO

I even have some other fontcest, Swapcest, horrorcest and lustcest books
That I think I would want to publish yo:^

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