Feeling Protected

~Curiosity~

•Underfell Sans•
My head was placed on the bar counter with a mustard bottle in my outstretched hand. "I screwed up Grillbz."
"Not surprising." He replied, gently rubbing the empty squeaky-clean plate with a used tea towel before adding it to the ever growing stack.
"The stupid troublemaker is goin to get you all killed."
"Mm."
"It's going to happen again."
"Wow. What happened to mister tough guy, Sans?"
"I'm still tough."
"Hm."
"I screwed up."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"I screwed up horribly. I know he doesn't know about the Resets or human. You probably don't either. I sound crazy. Out of my mind! Maybe I should go kill myself. Not like it will matter anyway. I'm basically just here to exist. I have no purpose
No right to live. I make everyone feel horrible. I-"
"Sans! Pull. Yourself. Together." The Flaming-hot monster pulled the half empty bottle away from my reach with a strong force before slapping me on the head.
I shot up in shock, before gradually calming myself down.
"This whole "I am gonna kill myself because I am hated and life sucks and I can't handle my life like a monster" is stupid!" The bartender continued, clearly done with me constantly thinking such ways. "Sans, I care about you and I'm sure Pap thinks the same way. We live in a rotten world, I say. Skeleton up and face it! You are not hated, not dirt, and you have the best magic in all of the Underground! Get your large lazy butt back home and you're gonna face it and if you come back today with another one of these 'shut-down sessions', I will strangle you."

I groaned, hesitantly sliding off the stool with a silent nod.
"Tab it." I muttered, pushing my way through the doors of Grillby's and feeling the unforgiving numbness the crisp air of Snowdin gave me.
I yanked my hood up and glared at my sneakers.
Whispers of numerous monsters replaced the usual unsettling glances I was normally given, while I traveled through the small snowy section of the Underground.
I figured the word must of gotten out about our encounter with the royal scientist.
When my house came into view, the need to turn the other way grew.
I would have to face two different skeletons I would prefer not seeing right now.
Each step I took up onto the porch made the knot in my 'non-existent stomach' tighter.
Now, fist inches away from the door, turning my back to my home was a pleasant idea. Having a chat with the woman behind the door sounded like a good plan. Haven't talked to her since the few days before this all happened.
While considering this, I heard an argument in the distance. Curiosity began to overcome by body as I strayed away from the front entrance and towards the verbal battle that was happening. Trudging through the snow, I found myself beside my house, near the backyard where the shed was.
It was clear one fighter was my brother but when I recognized the second monster...
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I nearly fainted.