3:AM, Saturday

An Interesting Pair of Visitors

Christie
3:AM, Saturday. Rain poured from the sky above, soaking the trees and the grass outside as I sat on the couch, casually playing Overwatch. I heard footsteps coming from outside. Then knocking. I turned off the T.V. and slid off the couch. I opened the door, expecting to see Makayla or David, but then I saw a figure in an orange sweatshirt and cargo shorts. He was soaked from the rain, and water dripped off of his hood. His hands and legs were a pearl white, like bones. The figure slid off the hood, and I could see his tall head with a crevice where his nose should have been. His eyes were thin, and his teeth curved into a sad smile. A real skeleton.
    “Human,” the figure spoke, “My brother and I would like to seek refuge for the night.” I could hardly speak. I finally got out the words,
“Who are you?”
“My name is Papyrus. And this,” he stepped to the side, “Is my brother, Sans” I could instantly point out hundreds of differences between Sans and his brother. Sans was short, with a much more round head. His eyes were wide, with blue pupils that had stars in them. He wore a grey shirt and blue shorts, which were crammed into turquoise boots. Two shoulder pads jutted out his shirt, and they were covered by a turquoise cape that matched his boots. Or was it a scarf? Whatever it was, it was tied lazily on his right side, with two tails sticking up out of the knot. His arms were bare, except for a pair of turquoise gloves that also matched his scarf/cape and boots. He gasped as he saw me, and his eyes went even wider. His face blushed blue, and he dashed away behind Papyrus, clinging to his leg in fear.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked Papyrus.
“Eh, He’s just paranoid. Everyone else we’ve asked for help yelled at us, threw things at us,” I saw Sans cling tighter to his brother’s leg. “Hell, someone even,” Papyrus stopped, winced in pain, and dropped to one knee, clutching his chest.

“Are you ok?” I asked reaching down to help him. “No, I’m fine.” He answered, although I was certain he was not fine. “Couldn't be better!” he added, with gusto, He took my hand as I pulled him up. “One of them hit me square in the ribs with a rolling pin,” My face went from concern to visible shock. Papyrus let out a sad chuckle.
“

Please, come in,” I said to the two brothers, “I have medical supplies. I can help if anything was severely broken. Please, follow me.” Papyrus walked behind me with Sans at his side as I took papyrus to the bathroom. I told them to stay here while I grabbed a chair, and walked away. I could hear the joy in Sans’s voice as I walked away.
“Finally, a place to stay!” he said ecstatically. I walked across the hall into the library as I grabbed a wooden chair at the desk, as I brought It back into the bathroom. I set it against the tile wall and told Papyrus to sit in hit. He sat down and  Sans stood next to him, as if he was guarding his brother.
“Now, can you take off your sweatshirt so I can examine the damage?” I asked. He obeyed, and handed me the sweatshirt. I hung it from the towel rack, and turned to look at Papyrus. I instantly saw two ribs were broken, and two others were cracked. I opened the medicine cabinet, and took out a roll of bandages. I turned and walked towards Papyrus. “Ok, I have to bandage the broken and cracked bones. They will heal over time, but it will hurt when I put the bandages on. Ok?” Papyrus nodded. I unrolled some of the bandages, and Sans jumped in front of Papyrus, arms outspread. Protecting him. From me. Papyrus whispered to his brother, and Sans shrunk away. I started to wrap the cracked bone. I cut the bandage with scissors, and taped it down. Papyrus sat calmly, like it was nothing. I finished the second one, and moved on to the broken ones. I pushed the two broken halves together, and wrapped them. Papyrus winced, and Sans squeezed his brother’s hand. Cut the excess bandage, tape it down. I repeated the process with the second one. “There, all done." I turned towards the towel rack and gave  Papyrus his sweatshirt back. I re-opened the medicine cabinet, and put the bandage roll back inside. I grabbed the painkiller container, and turned to Papyrus. “This might seem like a weird question, but can you take pills?” I asked, feeling like an Idiot.
“Yes, I can,” he replied, much to my surprise.
“But, how?” I added.
“Would you believe me if I said magic?” he replied.
“Today I’ve seen two walking, talking skeletons. I’m ready to believe anything at this point.” He laughed a happy laugh. I gave him the painkiller and a glass of water. He swallowed the pill, and drank the water.
“So, since you’re ready to believe anything, can I explain how we got here?” I thought for a moment.
“I would love to, but I think you need rest first.” I lead them to the guest room, and immediately Sans ran and jumped onto the bed. I started to laugh, and Papyrus joined in. Although it was muffled, I could hear laughter from Sans, who was face down in a pillow. Just as fast as he got in, Sans was fast asleep. He took up the whole bed, and If Papyrus tried to move him, Sans would wake up. Knowing this, Papyrus sat down on the cushioned chair next to the bed. He laid back, smiled at me, and said,
“Just a thank you wouldn’t be even enough to show how grateful we are. Whelp, good night,” he said. And in an instant, he dozed off.