Just One Night

Away

Frisk furiously swiped at her eyes, trying to hide any evidence of her tears. Blinking quickly for a minute managed to keep the rest at bay and with a heavy sigh she opened her door just enough to gaze out into the hallway.

"What is-"

"FRISK, ARE YOU OKAY?" Came the high pitch tone of her skeleton friend. By the looks of it, he had just come back from his training. His eye sockets however were firmly locked onto her, analyzing for anything that could have hurt her.

"I-I'm fine, paps.." she muttered weakly.

"OBVIOUSLY, HUMAN, YOU ARE NOT FINE. MAY I PLEASE COME IN?"

She bit her lip anxiously, "Paps, I'd really rather be alone.."

Unfortunately luck wasn't on her side this time as he bent down to her level, "THAT REALLY ISN'T UP FOR DEBATE. NOW HOW ABOUT WE TALK WITHOUT THE DOOR IN THE WAY, HMM?" He smiled and his tone was light but she could hear the underlying tone of command in his voice.

Sighing, she flung the door back, waltzed over to the deep red bedspread, and dropped herself upon it carelessly. She huffed and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face against the blood red pillowcase, although it was a bit childish, but she liked the red hearts that decorated the pillow.

Papyrus marched into her room and sat down beside her, carefully looking over her for wounds. He looked down quizzically before hesitantly asking, "HUMAN, WHY ARE THEIR BRUISES ON YOUR ARMS?" His form shook with fury at the thought that she had been attacked.

Frisk gasped softly and looked down at her arms to see he was right. She had small but slightly blue bruises forming on her arms and her wrists. She blushed furiously before turning her gaze away from him.

"Uh.. don't worry paps. It's just someone grabbed me a little roughly. I'll be okay." She reassured quietly.

He stared down at her in a disbelieving gaze. He knew she was hiding something, but he chose not to press further fearing that if he did she would shut him out completely.

"OKAY. SO BESIDES THAT, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MAKE YOU CRY? DOES THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEED TO DELIVER A ROYAL ASS KICKING?" He suggested both seriously and also teasingly.

It worked for she let out a soft chuckle, "No, it's nothing to beat someone up about. I'm just a bit upset right now, if you couldn't tell."

Papyrus slid his bony hand over to her head and rubbed it gently, "YES, I CAN SEE THAT. NOW PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED."

Knowing that she couldn't really just tell him to go away, she sighed before burying her face in the pillow again.

"Snsss undr I ahhd an fihht"

"WHAT? COME NOW, REMOVE THAT PILLOW FROM YOUR FACE." He gently pried the pillow away to see her holding back tears.

"Sans and I had a fight." She croaked out past the lump in her throat.

He gazed at her thoughtfully before patting her back soothingly.

"I THOUGHT SO. HE BRUSHED PAST ME ON THE WAY OUT BUT HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. MAY I ASK WHAT IT WAS ABOUT?"

"No, Paps. I-Its personal, and although you're a good friend, I don't want to get into it right now."

He nodded and gave her a quick pat, "DON'T WORRY! THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL FIX THIS!"

Before she could protest, he was already running out the door, on a quest to find his brother.

~oOo~

Papyrus had been searching for a little over an hour to find his brother, but he wasn't at his usual hang out spots. He had already gone to Grillby, but the flame monster hadn't any clue to his whereabouts. He checked his sentry station to find it empty. Even going as far to search in waterfall, and the lab of Alphys, but to no luck. He finally went to the surface, blinking against the harsh morning light.

There he found Sans gazing up into the morning light as if the sky could open up and lift him into the clouds.

Papyrus calmly walked over to his brother before sitting down beside him, his height allowing him to be level to his head.

"So, brother.. what has happened between you and the human?" He asked cautiously, no longer letting his normally loud voice yell in excitement. This was far too serious for his normal cheer and enthusiasm.

"None of your business, bro." Sans growled.

"Well it becomes my business when there is a crying human in my home. Now just what has happened?" He stated harshly, trying to get past Sans' defiant attitude.

With a saddened expression, Sans looked down to his brother, "I think I might have messed up bad bro..."

"Why would you hav-"

"I'm in love with Frisk." He stated clearly and suddenly.

Papyrus' grin spread all the way up his skull, "That is wonderful news, brother! Why just think, you two could be happy and even go on dates and-"

Sans chuckled softly, "She doesn't love me, Paps. She said as much herself."

Papyrus' eyes narrowed, "I'm not so sure about that brother. It's obvious from the way she looks at your empty seat and sighs, from the way her eyes light up whenever you are near, and from the way she laughs at your horrendous puns."

Sans stared at him disbelieving, but Papyrus continued.

"Even if you don't realize she loves you, did she ever say that she didn't? Tell me brother. Has she said she does not love you?"

Sans shook his head and opened his mouth to protest, but Papyrus beat him to it.

"Well then, it sounds to me like you are creating a scenario in your head. Not that I'm blaming you, but the best way to understand how she feels is to talk to her. This whole thing has more than likely been blown out of proportion. Go to her." He finished with a calm smile.

Sans stood there for several moments gathering his thoughts. He nodded to Papyrus and with a snap of his fingers, he teleported back to his home, where his Frisk was waiting.