Broken lives of Broken Bones

Chapter 2

Snow cascaded down from the top of Sanss station as Papyrus hit the side of it with a bone construct. “Wake up you piece of shit!” he shouted at the startled pile of bones on the sentry station.

“B-b-boss! When did you get here I thought that the meeting wasn't supposed to end till the end of day” Sans stammered out.

Rolling his eyes Papyrus grabbed Sans by the hood of his jacket and lifted his lazy brother up to eye level glaring at him, “why yes it was and in fact it did, but because you decided to be a worthless piece of trash you fell asleep at your post AGAIN and slept past the end of your shift,” he stated in a rough manner.

Dropping his head to look at his bosses boots Sans dangles in the air accepting his fate as his brother marches them through the woods and back to their house. Once inside the protection of their shared home Papyrus throws Sans against the wall barely missing the broken down excuse for a coat rack. Sans felt his skull bounce hard off of the wall aggravating the existing crack that was trying to bisect his right eye socket. With a grunt he landed on the floor clutching at his skull gently while trying to curl into a ball to protect himself further. Sure Papyrus has gotten better about actually hitting him in the last few weeks due to the recent changes that were ordered by crazed king Asgore but old habits die hard. So Sans found himself curled limply into a ball close to the foot of the stairs leading up to their respective rooms struggling not to let on the discomfort he was temporarily in show on his features.

Glaring down at the weak form of his brother Papyrus snarled, “you pathetic whelp! I had to go out after your sorry ass after having to learn about all these new procedures, do you think I wanted to have to deal with your shit when I got home when I was already having to deal with enough at work? If I didn’t know you any better I would think that you were begging to be dusted by any passing monster.”

Chuckling dryly Sans pulled himself up to his feet and dusted himself off quickly, long since used to his brothers treatment towards him. “Yeah you got me bro just wanted to piss you off some more you know how I am,” he said with a shrug.

Eye socket twitching Papyrus picks up his smaller brother once again and brings him to eye level, “What did you just call me whelp?”

“I-i-i ment B-boss! Sorry Boss” Sans exclaimed trying to grasp at the larger skeletons hand that was holding fast to his collar.

With a low growl Papyrus non to gently drops Sans and stalks toward the kitchen saying over his shoulder, “get to your room I will wake you in the morning to make sure you get to your goddamn station on time before I have to go for more training.”

Quickly Sans runs up the stairs with a hurried, “yes Boss,” leaving his mouth as he pulls open his bedroom door and then closes it leaning on it heavily.

With a pent up sigh Sans pushes himself away from the door and makes his way to his bed, not bothering to move anything or to change his clothes, and unceremoniously lands on the bed face first his mind going a mile a minute. What was wrong with him? All he could seem to do was fuck up and cause problem after problem for his cool strong head of the guard brother. As with many nights Sans found himself wondering why exactly he allowed himself to continue existing rather than just succumbing to his soul and falling down, or maybe even just taking it out of fates hands and just dusting himself to save his Boss and himself the time and trouble of him falling down. Flipping onto his back he summons a jagged bone structure with practiced ease. The nagging thought in the back of his mind reminds him of why he doesn't let go, of how he cares so much for his little brother even though his brother lost all ability to care for him years ago. He couldn't just leave Papyrus in this harsh world alone, even if he wanted to let himself go he knew he never could because he worried about and cared for his brother to much. With these thoughts filling his head he takes even and familiar cuts across the radius and ulna of one arm before switching hands and doing the same to the opposing arm. Hands shaking from his now lowered even more lowered HP Sans lays in the darkness pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down to cover the fresh chipping, waiting for his brother to either call him down for food or to wake him in the morning.

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Grumbling to himself Papyrus went through the motions of making his famous lasagna like he did every night. Why was he the great and terrible Papyrus stuck with such a worthless older sibling that couldn't handle even the simplest of tasks. Continuously falling asleep and leaving himself vulnerable to attack that was why Papyrus had requested that Sans be placed at the station he was at currently. Yes It was closest to where a Human may enter the underground but no monsters tended to wonder out that far making it a safer place for his brother to work as a sentry. Growling loudly to himself Papyrus shakes his head quickly as if to rid himself of the halfway brotherly manner he was thinking of his brother in. Papyrus tells himself again how he had long ago given up caring and thinking of others in any other way than to be used for his own gains. Gently removing the baked pan of lasagna Papyrus sighs and resigns himself to calling his brother down for food even if the sack of bones didn't do anything to deserve to eat his masterfully created lasagna.