Last breath: Rewritten.

chapter 1

Sans was lying down in his bed with his pyjama, a white light sweater, dreaming in peace, there was wind blowing from his socks tornado, in the left corner of his room from his view when he wakes up and a great silent. Sans was sleeping on his right side, his right hand under his head and his left arm on his torso. We can hear his peace from the loud snoring he produces. In the room next to him, Papyrus woke up, he strecthed his long arm in the air to touch the sky, he had stars in the eyes, he put his hands back on his bed and uses them to stand up, he stretched by leaning on the right side the left arm raised and extended on the right, then on the left side, the right arm extended on the left. He looked around happily and walked toward his closet on the left, he open it wide to see his favorite outfit, he takes it off of the hanger and raised it arm fully extended to see it, he had his cheeks raised up to his eyes out of joy, turned around and threw it on his bed to change, he looked at himself in the mirror and with both his hands replacing his scarf to be as greatly placed as he would be.

Papyrus: This might be the day, THIS MIGHT BE!

He jumped on place arms raised and hands closed, and stopped, he looked at his shoes and put his left wrist on his hip and his right hand on his chin, looking up thinking.

Papyrus(to himself): I would maybe need new ones?

He looked around and then next to his car bed, at the right of it from his point of view and saw written 7 am, he turned around and walked toward the door, opened it, turned on the right and walked on the loud floor cracking at each step, he went in front of Sans' room and opened the door slowly, he squeezed his head in the little opening he formed with the door to look at Sans, he was on his left side, facing him, Papyrus smiled.

Papyrus: Are you sleeping Sans?

No answers, he opened the door completely and sneaked in silently beside the floor cracking, he reached Sans and leaned forward to put his right and left hand on his right arm to shake him, Papyrus stopped in course and took advantage of the silent and Sans dreaming peacefully for a bit.

Papyrus(to himself): It's the first time in while that he is so calm.

Papyrus touched Sans' right arm with both his hands, Sans woke up instantly, he rolled on his back, his right eye flaring in an intense cyan, he sat on his bed and Papyrus jumped backward afraid, Sans looked on his left to see Papyrus hiding his face with his forearm crossed.

Papyrus: NYEH! Attack where, who? 

Sans grabbed his blanket with his left hand and covered his flaring eye with his right hand. he exhaled multiple times and Papyrus down his hands seeing no danger, Sans smiled and looked at his left at Papyrus, Papyrus looked without a smile and even an anxious face at Sans.

Sans: Hello Papyrus. . .

He rubbed the back of his head with his left hand while smiling eyes closed at Papyrus.

Sans: You scared me, my bad, i didn't hear you come.

Papyrus smiled back and rushed at Sans to hug him and raise him in the air, He hug him around his arm and with only his forearm Sans hugged him back.

Papyrus: No grudges! It's my fault.

He threw Sans in the air and grabbed him, his hands under his arm, to look at him in the eyes.

Papyrus: But it was a bit sudden brother.

He drop him, to make him sit on his bed and he went in victory pose put his left hand on his torso the other one on his hip, his scarf flying in the wind with the tornado, even if the direction of the wind isn't correct.

Papyrus: And even if anyone would come here to threaten you, i would come as fast as the falling star.

He extended his right arm, squeezed his fist and summoned a 4 feet long bone out of it being equally long in each side, slide his right leg a bit further on the side and aligned his bone with his arm to stab the air a single time while facing the wall at the right of Sans and staying in position.