Broken lives of Broken Bones

Chapter 3

Sans was beginning to roll down the sleeve of his hoodie covering the freshly made chips when he heard the beginnings of footsteps coming up the stairs. After years of living with this bad habit he had found that the black of his hoodie was unable to show any of the marrow that would still sluggishly weep from the self made wounds. Along with that the long sleeves made it so that no one would see the marks left from his actions so that he wouldn't be seen as being any weaker than he already was. With a sigh Sans pushed himself off of the bed to be ready for when Papyrus burst into his room so that he wouldn't have to put up with the yelling tirade sure to come from his brother if he was still sitting. As if on cue the door to his room was unceremoniously slammed in causing Sans to jump slightly as the hinges on the door struggled to stay connected to the door frame.

"Get your pathetic ass downstairs Sans, I made food though I don't know why I bother letting you know" Papyrus says not even bothering to looking at Sans just expecting him to listen and obey without question.

Not even waiting to hear a response Papyrus turns around with a sneer and resolutely makes his way back down go their kitchen. With a quiet self deprecating laugh Sans bows his head and shuffles out of his room attempting to close the now loosely attached door. It wasn't often that Papyrus took the time to let him know that there was food. 'He must have made more than usual if he wanted to let me know there was some... heh... guess that the presentations and stress of the new ruling must be getting to him more than I anticipated,'sans thought to himself as he made his way down following close behind his younger brother. The two brothers sat in silence as they ate and unlike usual Papyrus actually decided to wait until Sans was also done. Raising a brow bone Sans glances over to Papyrus in confusion as he lowers down his fork after the last bite of the burnt lasagna passed his mandible. Glaring back at his shorter brother Papyrus leaned on the table and took a breath.

“Loath as I am to admit it I actually need your help for once whelp...” Papyrus says with a grimace, “as it stands with the new decree by the king I have been having difficulty in understanding some of these things as I am what many consider soulless and unfeeling. Therefore since I know that you have a better understanding of this I was going to try and have you explain it to me.”

After a moment of stunned silence Sans is able to gather his wits once again and stammers out, “h-heh Boss I am afraid I won't be much help since I never really studied this while working in the l-l-labs since ya know not much to work with since they dust so quick heheheh...”

Passing a hand over his face Papyrus tries to keep his calm, “I am not talking about the work in the labs Sans, I am talking about how you are able to actually get along with other monsters like those patrons at that excuse for a bar you frequent.”

“I wouldn't say that I get along with anyone Boss they just tolerate me because of your reputation I mean I only have 1 hp not like i would be able to have close relationships with anyone,” Sans says rubbing the back of his neck bones, “but I can read other monsters fairly well, I have to be able to, but not like that will be a huge help to you since most times monsters on the verge of falling down would not show many tells as by that point their souls are so damaged that emotions don't come across on them really unless they want them to.”

It was Papyrus’ turn to raise a brow in shock as he listened to Sans speak confidently for what seemed the first time in ages,”hmm so you still are of no use to me then are you whelp. Never mind you can do some intelligence gathering for me since you are able to blend in so well hmmm? Well I am going to bed do what you will for the night but don't disappoint me by waking up late in the morning....”