Forbidden Flame (Mafiatale Grillby x Reader)

Chapter 15- Their Childhood

(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

"Are you okay? I ask Sans as I approach them. Papyrus and Sans are sitting at one of the dining tables. "Oh.. H-Heya Doll." Sans has cuts and scrapes on multiple areas of his clothes. The worse area of concern are his hands. Not only are they trembling, but both of his hands are dark red. Upon further inspection, I see his knuckles are cracked.

'What happened?'

"THIS WILL TAKE A MOMENT, BROTHER." Papyrus says while opening a first aid kit on the table. Sans sees my worried sick expression and sighs lightly. "It's called magic exertion. If a monster drains too much of their soul's magic too fast or for too long, it creates burns like this. It happens all the time. I'll be fine, Y/N, really..." He explains.

'That still doesn't make me feel any better.'

"I WARNED YOU THAT GOING IN THROUGH THAT WAY WOULD BE HEAVILY GUARDED. IF YOU WOULD'VE WAITED FOR ME TO FIND ANOTHER WAY IN, YOU COULD'VE SNUCK PAST THEM WITHOUT USING YOUR MAGIC." Papyrus says sternly. "I didn't exactly have the time for exploring options, Pap. The job had to be done and we did it. That's all that matters." Sans responds back. Papyrus is not happy with that answer. His expression easily grows more frustrated. "Where are the others?" I ask them.

"The kid is probably still washing up. I know Undyne's in the lab with Alphys for a medical checkup. She got a pretty blunt hit to her gills."
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"WhAt!? Sans- How did you guys keep getting hurt!? Is someone attacking you guys on purpose?"
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"Something like that..."

Sans' eyes avoid my gaze after that. I can tell Papyrus wants to speak up, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead, he grabs a tube of medicated burn cream from the first aid and applies the ointment on Sans' hands. As Pap took gentle care to rub it in, Sans' pupils flickered and his expression shriveled. The pain he's in becomes more evident when his whole body starts shaking.

'That can't feel good. Poor Sans.'

Papyrus completed the task quickly. He lets go of Sans and cleans the residue off his own fingers with a towel. Afterwards, the younger skeleton finds a roll of cloth bandages. The two of them are tensely silent as Pap wraps up both of his brother's hands. Papyrus acts without any sort of inexperience or uncertainty. It looks as easy as pure muscle memory to him. Pap must've of done this dozens of times before. Once he is finished, Sans slowly open and closes his hands into fists. The bandages are secured firmly enough and with the right level of flexibility that they don't come apart. "Thanks, Bro." "MHM." A loud tap comes from the first aid box as Papyrus shuts it.

Papyrus doesn't look at his brother. His orange pupils are instead fixed on the first aid kit. This is not the enthusiastic Pap I'm used to. Sweat begins to bead on Sans' skull as he watches him.

'I'm worried for him.'

"Pap-" I'm interrupted by Sans, who struggles with keeping a grin on his face, "Hey Bro. How about a riddle? What has five fingers and isn't your hand?" Papyrus gives Sans a quick glance before turning his head back to the table. He's thinking. It only takes him a few seconds. "A GLOVE."

'He's... He's right!'

I must admit that I'm stunned he guessed it with such ease. If it was me I would have panicked in my head for at least five minutes. Sans chuckles, "Smart answer, Bro. Unfortunately, you are incorrect." "Huh?" I blurt out. Now this feels like a scam. Papyrus' guess is logically perfect. How could it be something else? "WHAT IS THE ANSWER THEN, SANS?" Papyrus gives his brother a puzzled look as well. "My hand." Sans begins to laugh and my hope in him dies instantly. Of course he'd do this to crack a joke. "You should've just let him have it, Sans!" I whine. "Sorry, Y/N." Sans laughs harder. Papyrus closes his eyes and rubs his temples.