What is Family for? [UNDERTALE] (COMPLETE)

[13] A Good Distraction

i should ?? get a beta,,, tbh. 

i never read over this so tell me if its confusing!!

BTW !!! if you are confused pls specify what about,, as im always on my computer and not mobile and therefore cannot see where u comment. 

anywayy,,,, enjoy,,, !! <33

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Sans comes back down the stairs dressed in his usual - jacket, sweatpants, etc. Papyrus, despite him having no skin or nerves, is bundled up from head to toe, with scarves and coats piled atop him. It's for the aesthetic, Sans guesses, as he climbs into shotgun and feels the smallest bit of relief as Papyrus is not making the drive towards the hospital , but rather the cozy shopping area nearby. 

Sans feels his mood drop again - he was doing so well before, wasn't he? He was getting out of the house. He was doing all the weird PTA stuff for Frisk with Tori, he was being more honest with his family, he could feel that weight slowly lifting off his shoulders... And, in his bliss, he manages to nearly kill Frisk and scar some random child for life. Lovely. He almost wishes for the resets to return - he didn't have to watch himself, as nothing really mattered - but quickly thinks against it. He's torn out of his thoughts by Papyrus' hand tapping his shoulder, startling Sans a bit. Sans could argue Papyrus should stop doing that, but at the same time he needs to stop daydreaming. He unbuckles and walks into the store side by side with his brother.

The goal is simple.

1) Get the food on the list.
2) Bring it home.
3) Don't kill, and don't be killed by any randomly angered humans. 

Sans can handle this. He was doing this just a couple weeks ago, despite the fact that the blissful routine of earlier winter feels like years in the past. Sans notices a thin, hard line of red ink only to notice some of Frisk's requests have been crossed out. They won't be eating them this week.
Or maybe the next.
Or maybe never, at all. 

Sans folds the paper to cover the words, and continues on. He makes small chat, but both Sans and Papyrus know Sans isn't feeling entirely up to it, and so besides the occasional chatter Papyrus generally stays silent. He's being too quiet lately, really. Lying to his family doesn't make anyone happy, yet it's just depressing if he opens up. He can't win, can he? 

A tug on Sans' jacket stops him in his tracks, and he turns to find a small child peering up at him curiously. With the messy bangs covering their eyes and their generally gentle aura, Sans heart almost skips a beat. It's not Frisk, though. Still, because the stranger seems like a nice kid, Sans smiles. He's relieved when the child's hand drifts away from the coat, and turns towards them.

"Yeah?"

"I like your outfit." 

Sans blinks.

"Sorry, but this is 100% genuine skeleton." He expects the child to reel away in fear, but the child's eyes only glimmer from beneath their tangled hair. 

"Really?" The way their voice is low and composed, yet their hands are clenched in excitement makes Sans heart hurt. They're too much like Frisk. Suddenly, a pale hand snaps the child's wrist and yanks them backwards. The child gasps in surprise, and it seems all the color is drained out of their face. What Sans can only assume is the child's mother scolds them, making a show of pointing and glaring at Sans. As if he looks like something ready to strike. He has slippers on, what was he even going to do? Trip the kid?

Well, he knew he could very well do more. Still, fighting like that is  literally a one-time-exception and he wouldn't just attack some child for complimenting him. Sans shuffled up to the mother and her child, noticing how the mother reeled back in disgust.