OOOOF I JUST REALIZED MY WRITING STYLE CHANGED-
(no more votes?.... Okay, if it changes, I'll just write an alternate ending....)
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Papyrus woke up to.... nothing. Usually, he'd wake up to the heart-wrenching sounds and sobs and blood-curdling screams of his dear brother, Sans, dealing with the aftermath of the usual nightmare, never wanting to tell the younger what they were about. Of course, Papyrus understood. Sans didn't want to... Damage him emotionally. He thought that taller skeleton couldn't handle the truth.
He understood.
His brother didn't want him to know.
He understood.
He understood completely....
He respected his decision...
But still.
It stung.
It seemed like Sans didn't trust him, even though was his family, the only member left, actually. He had no remaining memories of his parents, at most a blurry image in a dream, but the faces were all either crossed out in red or a large glitch covered them.
His thoughts were rambling. He forced himself to focus on the present situation.
Sans hadn't woken up screaming for the first time in... never, actually. He couldn't remember since he was only a tiny babybones when Sans slept normally without disturbance.
Now, large, dark bags shadowed Sans's eyesockets. Insomnia ruled his world. His figure was slouched from fatigue, bones brittle and fragile.
He was merely a shadow of his former self.
Shaking all his darker and more depressing thoughts out of his head, Papyrus literally jumped out of bed to check on his brother, just in case.
His brother was draped over the dirty matress on the old oak bed frame. His hoodie reeked of ketchup and grease, sending waves of nausea rolling over Papyrus. He looked peaceful. His facial features were all well-relaxed, body limp and unresponsive to any living being around him.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Papyrus carefully made his way towards the middle of the mess of a room that Sans never bothered to clean. Leaning down close to Sans, he poked him once.
No response.
Another poke.
A small grunt.
A little tickle.
A faint chuckle and then a roll.
Papyrus snickered softly. Leaving his brother to reast in peace, he quietly left the room.
YOU ARE READING
Tired
FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
