A Journey Together (Sansby)

Chapter 12: His Support

After having driven over the speed limit on his way to the park, Grillby dashed out of the car and began his frantic search for Sans.

He jogged his way through the park, conveniently illuminating the areas he passed by during his search thanks to his fire.

After searching for a couple minutes, Grillby noticed the small skeleton crouched down and sitting on the floor next to a bench.

Grillby smiled for a small second, happy and relieved that he'd finally found him, but that didn't last long.

Upon getting closer, he noticed vomit on the concrete and realized how bad Sans' condition looked.

He was breathing arrhythmically, and there were beads of sweat decorating his entire forehead.

His expression looked pained, and it was clear that he had been in distress for a while now.

Grillby crouched down next to Sans, placing his hand on his back in an attempt to provide comfort.

"Sans... what happened?" He worriedly asked, trying to understand why Sans was like that in the middle of the night at the park, alone.

It was difficult for him to see Sans in his current condition—with every shaky wheeze that came out of the skeleton, Grillby felt himself grow more and more concerned and frantic.

Despite not answering, Sans had unwavering eye contact with Grillby.

It was almost like he was trying to form sentences, but just couldn't.

All he managed to mutter out was that he wanted to get out of there.

Hesitant to move the skeleton, Grillby put Sans' arm around his shoulder and slowly got up on his feet, helping the skeleton get up as well.

As soon as the skeleton was on his feet, his body recoiled and fell back down to his knees as more vomit came out of his mouth and on to the concrete once more.

All Grillby did was rub Sans' back, letting him finish throwing up.

Once the vomit stopped, Sans' expression softened a bit as he felt a bit more relief.

"i feel a little better..." he said, putting his arm out for Grillby to help him get back up again.

A bit more carefully this time, Grillby helped Sans stand up, and once the skeleton had somewhat regained some of his balance, Grillby took a couple steps forward.

Sans winced.

"Does something hurt?" Grillby stopped, turning to face Sans.

Sans nodded, holding the back of his neck with his spare hand.

"everything."

"I'll carry you."

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Once in the car, both monsters were silent.

To Grillby's relief, Sans' breathing was finally beginning to go back to normal a couple of minutes into the drive.

Grillby had a worried expression.

He felt restless not knowing what had caused Sans to be in such situation.

He pondered for a bit, countless thoughts running through his mind.

Occasionally, he would look at Sans, who was simply just looking out the window and fidgeting around with his fingers.

Sans felt overwhelmed with emotions.

He still felt angry at Chris, but most of all, he felt angry at himself for not asking for help.

His magic had been compromised as a result, and things were a disaster.

Sans sighed, his breathing finally normalizing.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, working up some strength to speak.

He was desperate to get some weight off his shoulders—it was suffocating.

"i'm sorry for waking you up this late..." Sans began.

Grillby's expression softened.

"It's okay, Sans. Do you mind telling me what happened?"

Sans tucked his head further way, shrinking his body.

"i made some pretty stupid decisions" he confessed, leaving Grillby confused.

"What do you mean?"

"i met up with chris at the park..."

The car quickly went quiet again.

Grillby remained looking ahead of him at the road.

His hands were tightly clenched around the steering wheel, and his flame was agitated and a paler yellow rather than its usual golden hue.

Sans couldn't help but to feel ashamed of how far things had gone to shit.

He hated the idea of being perceived as an involuntarily weak and helpless guy.

"he... he knew my secrets and threatened to hurt you and papyrus if i didn't comply."

Grillby was honestly pissed off.

That fucking little bitch! he thought, the urge to bang the steering wheel and scream filling his mind.

However, he knew that wasn't the best reaction he could give.

He kept his composure and set that burning fury aside for Sans.

He loved him so much, and he didn't want to scare him or make him feel like he'd just made a mistake when he placed his trust in him to tell him.

"You're forgetting something important, and that's that it isn't your responsibility to be the only one looking out for us. It's ours too, it's everyone's because that what people who care for each other do, we protect each other. You just need to tell us when you need support, we'll always be there for you. I myself will always be there for you." Grillby reminded, smiling at Sans whom was crying happy tears already.

Both giggled.

"tibia honest, if Christopher takes all of our magic, we'd pretty much be close to getting boned." Sans rubbed off his tears.

"What suddenly got you all fired up with those humerus puns?" Grillby snickered.

"your puns really tickle my funny bone!" Sans grinned widely.

i love this man

"Now enough with the puns!" he groaned, face palming as inevitable laughter came out of him.

"what grillbz? this is just a warm up to get the puns going."

At this point, the two of them were wheezing.

Their way to go home didn't turn out so bad in the end.

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Edit of December 2, 2018:

This is the biggest transformation of a chapter. I doubled the number of words and changed up basically almost everything. The concept is still the same though, Grillby comes to the rescue. XD

I added so much fluffy stuff to the chapter.