When Lightning Strikes

Chapter Four

 You woke up to Papyrus squeezing around your stomach too tightly for your comfort, and Sans missing from bed. The only light came from the soft glow of your moon lamp that Papyrus had gotten you for your birthday a few months ago. You adored it, especially since your fear of the dark made it hard to sleep some nights.

You sighed, wondering what time it was, and where Sans had gone. It wasn't exactly like him to leave the bed on his days off.

Hearing a raised voice coming from the other room answered one of your questions. Sans was still home, he was just... It sounded like he was on the phone with someone. Probably whoever skipped coming over for Thanksgiving. You yawned and fought the urge to fall back asleep.

"NO!" you flinched at the sudden yell, and scooted closer to Papyrus. "I DON'T CARE, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING!" There was a long pause after that, and you weren't sure if he just stopped talking, or lowered his voice, but with how angry he sounded, and how stressed you knew he was, it was most likely that he stopped to let the other talk.

"We Waited Hours, For You And Your Brother To Show Up. What Makes You Think I'm Going To Tell You Anything Now?" his voice was quieter now, but still loud enough to make out. There was a longer pause, then- "FUCK!" the sound of something shattering startled you.

You felt Papyrus sit up and lean over you protectively.

The apartment was silent. Almost as if Sans's argument never happened in the first place.

But you knew better.

The buzzing of magic crawled over you, and just as quickly as it came, Sans was curling into you, obviously stressed out and upset. Thanksgiving had affected him more than he would want to admit.

So the only thing you, and papyrus, could do, was hold him as he cried.

"'m sorry," he gasped into your collar bone, staining your shirt a neon purple, "'m so sorry."