The Fantasizer

Prologue

 Curled up in a corner, that's where he sat, fighting back tears. His dreams were on the ground before him and they were smashed by Undyne's cold, hard spear of reality. Once, a Royal Guardsman in training, now, an ordinary monster. The memory came smashing back to his mind again, and again, and again. It would never go away.

"Undyne, why won't you let me into the Royal Guard?! You've been training me for almost two years now! I've beaten you several times in training! Most of the other monsters got in without breaking a sweat! In one week even! Why are you still training me and not-"

"Papyrus! It's three in the morning! Can't we talk this over when the sun actually rises?!"

"NO! Undyne, I've been beginning to believe that you will never let me into the Royal Guard. Why?! Answer me, WHY?!"

"You don't have the guts for it! Even if you did, you'd never be able to hurt anything! Not even a stupid fly! I'd never be able to let you in. Even if you had the guts, you're still too sweet and innocent! We'll talk more in the morning! Now go away, let me sleep, and DON'T COME BACK UNTIL THE SUN RISES!!"

Slam!

With the door slammed in his face, he realized. She just told him the entire truth that she'd been avoiding for two years. Now, it was finally out in the open. He was never going to be in the Royal Guard. He curled up into a tiny ball against the door and looked at all of his shattered dreams. What would Sans say about this? He'd probably get really mad at Undyne for saying this. Papyrus didn't want Undyne to get hurt or into trouble. He'd just have to not tell Sans about how his dreams were destroyed.

Slowly, as he fought back tears, he made his way towards home. The familiar sights of Snowdin were soon within sight and he instantly saw his house. He hoped Sans wasn't home to welcome him back from his confrontation. He hoped Sans was in his room or on the couch, asleep. He hoped that a horrible pun would be taped to the door so he'd have a reason to chew him out in the morning before he had to run the errands.

Sans was locked up in his room. There wasn't a pun taped to his door. Only the keep out signs. Papyrus opened the door and noticed his room was dark. Usually, he didn't sleep. Usually, he'd already be started on another batch of spaghetti. Normally, he'd be done with most of the chores that he had planned for the afternoon. That extremely early morning, nope. None of those were going to be a reality today. Papyrus looked at his race car bed. He wanted to one day drive down a long highway with the wind in his hair and sun on his skin. Was that just going to be a dream, too?! What was going to be real? What was going to only be a dream?! What was his future going to hold...?

Papyrus flopped into bed and closed his eyes. Maybe Sans will man up and do some of the chores for once. Maybe he won't have to wake up ever again. Maybe he can convince Sans to do what he says for once. And sleep slowly crawled to him on that dark morning.

It was a dreamless night with a rude awakening. While he was dreaming of blackness, an arm shook him gently. When he ignored it, it shook him harder!

"Bro, I know you don't take naps, you don't sleep in, you don't do THIS every morning! What's up?!"

Papyrus finally opened his eyes to see Sans. He looked worried. Well, this was all probably new to him. Papyrus sat up in bed and didn't feel much better from the previous night. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Sans, why'd you have to wake me up...? I'm starting to figure out why you like sleeping so much...," Papyrus told his brother groggily.

Sans shook his head at Papyrus. "Are you sick? Are you feeling okay? You said yourself on the phone with Undyne that you don't have to sleep. Seriously, what's up?"