wrong number | sans .

act i | save point

Did you really think it would be that easy?
hurt/comfort anyone?

Shooting up from bed, Sans' hand clenched over his chest. Breathing heavy and blobs of sweat gathered over his skull. A flush blue dusted over his face as he tried to get his breathing in check.

The last run was a blur, as always. All Sans could remember was being...feeling terribly lost. More so than he did right now.

Stumbling out of his bed, he quickly slammed the door open and ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet as he threw open the front door and quickly embraced Papyrus into a hug.

Undyne awkwardly shifted her gaze, taking small steps away as Papyrus hugged Sans back, albeit confused.

"BROTHER?" Papyrus called softly, arms tightening around his trembling brother. He glanced towards a distant Undyne, wide toothy grin with two thumbs up - he smiled back and picked up Sans easily, returning to the warmth of their house and kicked the door shut behind him.

Sans' breathing was still irregular, his hands shook terribly, and he seemed in a daze. How he got to the front was beyond Papyrus but he was glad that Sans sought out comfort in him.

Gently, he placed Sans on the washer out couch. When he didn't unhand him, Papyrus slipped off his scarf and balled it up, using it as a 'substitute' for a second.

Sans' trembling stopped, white eyelights staring at the red fabric in silence while Papyrus quickly went to go get his blanket in his room, an old bunny plush and Sans' phone. Whomever he was walking to, Sans was always in a better mood. Papyrus thought if he could contact them, then maybe Sans would feel better?

Of course! Papyrus didn't doubt his abilities to comfort his older brother — but it was rare that Sans let anybody close to him and that, itself, was a thick wall torn down.

If Sans was happy, then he was too!

When he returned to the living room, he saw Sans clenching his scarf like a lifeline. Bright blue tears streaming down his face in streams. His shoulders were tensed and shaking.

Papyrus frowned softly but quickly wrapped the blanket around his brother and gently took back his scarf. Not caring that it wasn't crips anymore, he wrapped his around his neck and placed the bunny plush in between Sans' arms.

Taking out his phone, he quickly skimmed through the contracts. A deep exhale through his nose when he read the contact name, a soft laugh coming from him as he pressed 'call'.

On the fifth ring, Papyrus was sure that they wouldn't answer but before he could hang up dejectedly, the line was picked up.

"Heyo! It's your -possibly- favourite neighbourhood crackhead!"

"O-OH! UH, I SURELY HOPE YOUR HEAD ISN'T CRACKED, DEAR FRIEND!" Papyrus said quickly, trying not to startle Sans but the way you answered the phone baffled him.

A choked noise and loud coughing, Papyrus was growing increasingly concerned. You were the one that motivated Sans?

"SANS!?" You shouted, voice lacing with pure surprise. "Oh-wow. I—"

"REST ASSURED, FRIEND! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, BROTHER OF SANS!" He puffed his chest pridefully. Despite the nipping concern, he tried his best to look through that and give you a chance. Maybe you weren't a weird crack headed monster!

"Oh- well. I swear I'm not like this - not twenty-four seven anyways." You say with a chuckle. He glanced at Sans for a second before standing up. "Sans mentioned you a few times - a lot, actually. It's nice to finally meet you! Theoretically."