PATCHWORK SOUL

But The King Still Can't Watch Chapter 59

The old, three-eyed boar monster behind the counter at the antique store was a sounder sleeper than Sans was. In fact, despite several instances of prodding, Papyrus still couldn't get him to wake up. Sighing, he backtracked to the price tags of the things he and Frisk had picked up. He placed them on the counter along with the right amount of coinage before putting the things away in his phone.

"Hey, bro." He turned to see Sans, holding Asriel, leaning up against the counter beside him. "Done?"

"Yes! Asriel, Frisk found you a game of some sort!" he said. "Hope you like it!"

"Oh." Asriel's face flushed. "Uh. That's... nice of her."

Sans rolled his eyes. The flower grimaced, then stuck his tongue out at him.

"Hey, uh, where is the kid, anyway?" Sans said as he gently poked Asriel's head with the tip of his finger..

"Oh! I think she is still looking around!" Papyrus said. "I'll go find her."

With a bounce in his step, Papyrus checked down each row of shelves, the counter seeming far away behind

"Frisk?" he asked quietly. "Hey, little sister, where did you go?"

She didn't answer. He probably just wasn't loud enough. A few more rows and he found her, a hand to her head as she stood with her back to one of the display cabinets.

"Ah! There you are!"

She didn't move and his brow furrowed.

"Frisk? Are you okay?" He knelt down to take her by the shoulder and she jumped as if he'd caught her off guard.

"Oh! S-Sorry!" she said quickly. "Lost you in the shelves."

"Are you okay?" he asked again. "You were just staring off into nothing."

"Was I?" she asked. "Sorry. Um. I guess my head does hurt a bit."

"Aw. Let me help," he said, pulling back her hood and wrapping his fingers around her head, his thumb pressed gently against her temple. "Just a moment."

"Thanks," she said gratefully.

"Hey." Sans popped up around the corner. "Alright?"

"Yup yup," Frisk said.

"Lookin' kinda weird, Frisk," Asriel said.

"Feeling kinda weird!" she said with a laugh. "Just got this huge headache."

"Which will be gone in just a minute," Papyrus assured her.

"Cool. Ready to head out?" Sans said.

Frisk nodded, but when she took a step, she wobbled like she couldn't keep her feet under her. Papyrus scooped her up instantly, the sound of a small something clunking down onto the planks below drawing Sans's eye. As he dipped down to check, Papyrus put his hand back on Frisk's head, his fingers lighting up.

"Just hang on for a second," he said. "Let's get out of this musty place."

He brought her outside and, after just a few moments more, her head was clear. She hugged him gratefully. It took Sans another minute to emerge from the shop, looking at something he held with a curious expression.

"What took you so long?" Papyrus asked.

"Hm? Oh. Not much," Sans said, flicking something into Asriel's mug. "Hang onto that, alright?"