He Remembers, An Undertale Fanfiction.

Chapter 5

When Papyrus awoke in the morning, he felt a sudden unwellness.  One he could not describe in words.  Everything ached, his bones were wracked with shivers.  He sat up slowly, letting out a sigh.

"C-could the great Papyrus really be sick?"  He said to himself.

Though, coming to a conclusion, he worked his way downstairs.  Strangely enough, Sans had been awake?!  Papyrus stared in shock, before looking over at the clock fixtured on the wall.

"2:03 pm."

Papyrus grimaced, approaching his brother.

"Dear brother, if I may ask, why did you not wake me?"  Papyrus stood in front of Sans, with a puzzled look.

Sans looked over, his lazy smile ever present.  He seemed to think about his choice of words.

"No offense Paps, but you didn't exactly look your "best" if you know what I'm saying."  He looked back at the TV.

"NO!   I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU A-" The room tilted, then began to spin.

Papyrus felt himself losing his balance, as lightheadedness took over.   All around him, were ashes and dust.  That is all he could see.  It sickened him to his core.  He tried to look away, but found he could not.  Not even closing his eyes ended the awful nightmare.   He shutters, and then sees a smile glowing from within the fog and dust.

Then, he wakes up.  He is laying on the couch, a blanket laid over him.

"Oh good, you're awake."  Sans' tone caught him off guard.

He sounded, almost scared.

"S-Sans?  What happened?"  Papyrus sat up, and proceeded to slide down in defeat.

"Hey, I'd suggest staying laid down.  From what I've seen, you've caught some kind of bug.  Strange since it isn't flu season.  But whatever."  Sans rests a hand on his dizzy brother's shoulder, sending him a reassuring smile.

Though, Papyrus failed to notice it's worried undertones.