The Mafia's Sniper

Can't do it

Sans p.o.v

I shut the door slightly, hoping not to wake anyone up as I took off my boots, hat, and coat. I could have sworn I heard a clank from upstairs but thought otherwise as I walked into my room and flopped onto the clump of blanket and pillows sitting on my bed. I miss this sometimes... I thought as I closed my eyes and mumbled to myself. "Bliss..." But it didn't last long. I soon got bored of being tired and walked downstairs for something to eat. I found a bottle of ketchup and drank it as I heard crying from Papyrus's room. I was about to rush over when I noticed it wasn't just Pap's crying, but Carson's two. "Heh, weirdos..." I said happily. It felt good to know she cared for my bro. Finally, I let out a sigh as I drank the last of my ketchup and walked up the stairs.

Carson p.o.v

I stood still. The knife in my hand, raised above his skull. My hands shook slightly but I tried to ignore it. Then I stopped. I froze, then lowered my hands so they dangled beside me, dropping the weapon as it fell to the floor with a quiet clank. I can't do this... I thought to myself as tears filled my eyes. "I-I can't do it..." I collapsed on the floor and brought my hands to my face, wiping my tears with false hope of them stopping. Soon I heard a creak from the bed and was about to dash to the window, but it was too late. "...W-WHAT'S THAT NOISE?" He looked down and saw me sitting beside his bed, my face hot red with regret and embarrassment. " I-uh-I can explain-" I said between tears, but Papyrus stopped me. Pulling me into a hug and causing my face to get hotter. "Shh, YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME ANYTHING..." I hesitated, then began to tear up again. I tugged on his shirt and started weeping on his shoulder. I knew I didn't deserve it for what I was about to do, but I needed the comfort and was too shocked and scared to deny it. "Papyrus...thank you..." I whispered. He jolted slightly, and squeezed a little tighter. "I-I'M SORRY..." I let go of him and froze. What on earth did he need to apologize to me for? I couldn't think of anything. "W-what?" He let go too and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY T TREATED YOU EARLIER TODAY, I HAD NO RIGHT TO ACT THAT WAY...I..." His face turned a little orange and I stiffened. "NO! PAPYRUS YOU DON'T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR ANYTHING!" He looked up shocked. "I-I mean...I'm the one who should apologize. I wasn't thinking. I don't deserve your sympathy..." I could tell he didn't believe me, but we both knew this wasn't leading anywhere. I immediately started blushing after I realized the situation we were in and he realized the same thing. "I should probably..." He nodded and I closed the door, though I could hear his muffled screams of embarrassment as I left into my room and couldn't help smiling. I tried to remove the thought of what just happened from my mind by playing a song on my phone, plugging in my headphone and laying in my bed, slowly drifting off to sleep.