Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 15

HEY GUYS!!! just a warning that this chapter my deal with....so sensitive promblems.....so just letting you know. I hope you like it.

It was late by the time Papyrus got back to the dorm room. With both his dorm-mates asleep the door was locked. He fumbled with his keys with sore fingers before getting the door open. Pap staggered inside and closed the door. He had hardly taken a few steps, before collapsing.

He lay there on the floor, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. His legs were killing him. The beaten and bruised bones was what had coursed him to fall. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Sighing, Papyrus palled himself across the floor to his desk. Using his wooden stool as support he pushed himself to his feet. He then weakly sat on the stood and leaned forward resting his upper body on the desk.

After a few moments he sat up and looked in the mirror. He groaned noticing the cuts, bruises and dried blood on his bones. With a low moan of pain, he undid the back of his bandanna and palled it off. He then palled off his goggles and put them on the desk. The glass of one of the eye pieces was broken he would need to replace it. So he took out his tool and began to fiddle with the lens. After prizing the broken one out, he reached for a replacement.

He suddenly cursed and retracted his arm. Wincing he moved his arm our again, looking down at it. He had accsedently cut himself on the glass.

After a moment he moved his arm down to where he could see it properly. His next action was what was a little strange. Instead of doing anything about it he just stared at the fresh slice of red. He sighed it's not like this kind of wound was something he wasn't used to, he just hoped it wouldn't scar.

Once again the photo on his mirror caught his eye. Him and Sans....it felt like a life time since they had been that close. He held his breath, in an attempt to suppress his frustration. But it failed.

Papyrus banged his head down on the desk in frustration, despite the fact that he was already hurt. "Why can't things just be the way they used to be" he said loudly as the tears started. The dorm was quiet other then the sound of Papyrus' muffled sobs. But then.

"P-Pap?" said a sleepy voice from behind him. Sitting up with a start, Papyrus wiped the tears from his eye sockets. "Oh.....umm h-hi Metta" he said "s-sorry did I wake you?"

There was a flurry of sheets before Mettaton emerged from under the blanket. He sat up on the top bunk, yawned and stretched. Rubbing his eyes, he said "a-are you j-j-just get-tting back n-now?"

Papyrus turned around but winced slightly. "No Metta...I've been here for hours" he lied. But Mettaton saw right through him "I-I kn-know when you're l-lying Pap-py". Pap just sat on the stool looking at the floor. Though MTT couldn't see him properly because it was dark in the room.

"I-I can't see y-you p-p-properly I'll t-turn the l-light on" he said, reaching for the clip-on lamp on the side of his bed. Pap sat up "wait Metta" he didn't want MTT to see him beaten up.

But Mettaton sussed that he was hiding something so he turned the light on anyway.

The two locked stares, as the lights turned on. For a moment neither did anything. It was Mettaton who broke this.

"P-Papyrus!" he said in a worried tone "what h-h-happened?"

Pap opened his mouth to speak............ but just closed it again. Closing his eye sockets and keeping them closed, he tried to think of a response.

He heard the bed creak and then felt something wrap it's self strongly around him. Opening his eyes, he saw that Mettaton had his arms wrapped tightly around him with his face berried in Pap's Jumper.

Papyrus leant weakly against him "M-Metta" he said quietly. Mettaton continued to hug him tighter. This caused Pap a little pain but he did nothing, his arms just hung by his sides.

"I'm... f-fine Metta really". Mettaton pulled away and gave him a concerned look. Papyrus just shrugged and forced a smile. "I just..........fell.........I just" he got to his feet to prove he was fine but a sharp pain shot through his ankle. However he was determined the ignore it.

It was then Mettaton noticed something. "P-Papyrus! y-your arm". Papyrus straitened up "n-nothing" he said lifting one arm up for him to see. Metta raised an eyebrow. In one swift movement he grabbed Pap's other hand and lifted his arm up. He palled back the sleeve and pointed to ware the glass had cut him. "P-Papy you p-promised". Shaking his head quickly, pap said "oh no no no no no no......it's not that my goggles broke and.....it was an accident"

Mettaton's exasperation said it all. He clearly didn't believe him. And pap really didn't blame him for that.

"p-papyrus" he said holding Papyrus' hand in his "I-I'm-m here for you". Pap blushed but said nothing. Giving his hand a squeeze he continued "p-p-please Papy.....y-you can talk t-to me". Mettaton gave him wide, sad eyes and Pap looked away. "M-metta...."

He sighed "S-Sans' friends just got a little carried away". This was in all cases a mas understatement. They had slammed him into tables and kicked him in the ribs and many other things. Papyrus forced a fake smile. But dropped it remembering how Sans had just stood there and just watched.

He began to fight against another wave of tears that where trying to come loose. Noticing this, Metta said "i-it's ok to w-want t-to cry Pap". Papyrus froze that was the final straw. He broke down, pulling Mettaton into another hug.

Pap started to sob uncontrollably, as MTT patted his back supportively. "I'm sorry....I'm sorry" Pap repeated between sobs. "T-there's nothing t-to be sorr-ry for" Mettaton replied "i-it's o-k-".

After a little while Pap palled himself together and wiped his eyes. "F-feel-l better?" Mettaton asked. Papyrus nodded and gave a weak smile.

"S-so w-whats going on-n?"

Sighing, Papyrus shrugged. He looked over at his desk "It would be easier to show you". Slowly he limped over to it and picked up the bandana. Trembling a little, he held it to his chest and sighed.

"H-He gave me this you know.....ten years ago....a week after his accident." He paused as Mettaton gave a supportive nod. "I-I was only 5 and I was scared, he gave it to me and promised to always be there for me". Pap scrunched the bandana in his hands and turned back to face Mettaton "I guess its at times like this.....that....that I start to doubt him".

Mettaton sighed, taking Papyrus' hands in his. He pressed there foreheads together. He just didn't have anything to say, there was nothing to say. So there was just silence. Nothing but silence.

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