He Remembers, An Undertale Fanfiction.

Chapter 7

Papyrus cracked his eyes open, peering around the room.  Sans had been asleep at his side.  This made Papyrus smile, as he slowly willed himself to sit up.  Then, he turned to stand yet felt himself begin to lose balance.  But being the great Papyrus, he didn't let himself fall.  He gripped the edge of the couch, beginning to get up and walk to his room.  As he made his way up there, he looked towards the clock.

"5:30 am."  It chimed, and he smiled.

"Just in time to get dressed and make breakfast!"  He exclaimed quietly.

After successfully making it upstairs and into his battle body, he began to cook some of his world famous spaghetti.

"Only the best by the great Papyrus!  Soon to be royal guardsman."  His smile widened a little at the last part.

After breakfast had been prepared, he returned to Sans.  It had been around 7:00 am.

"Good morning brother!"  He chimed happily.

Sans groaned in protest, before sitting upright surprisingly fast.

"Woah, woah bro, you're supposed to be laying down.  You're like, sick or something."  Sans commented in a worried fashion.

Papyrus frowned momentarily, before smiling brightly, "well it seems I, the great Papyrus have defied your expectations!  I feel absolutely fine!"

Sans squinted his eyes, before seeming to have decided to play along.  He ate breakfast with younger brother, who seemed rather shaky, and uninterested in the food.  This had been beyond unusual, Papyrus adored making food after all.  Though Sans had sparingly ever seen him eat it, and now that he thought about it if at all.  Shrugging at the thought, Sans finished the spaghetti.  He lazily dropped his plate into the sink, not bothering to rinse it first.  When he returned, Papyrus had been gone already.  There was a note on the table, which Sans picked up.

It read, "Dearest brother, I headed off to work!  I had not been all that hungry, so I left the spaghetti in the fridge for you!  Enjoy it well!"

Sans smiled a little more genuinely, before he began to head off to his station.  He used one of his "shortcuts" to make it across Snowdin.  Nearly to the ruins, but not quite.  He plopped down in his post, leaning against the wall, out of sight.  He sighed, taking a long and drawn out sip of ketchup.  Having felt himself doze, he jolted awake at the sound of his phone buzzing.  He looked down at it, to have found his brother Papyrus had been calling him.  He felt a pang of unwanted worry, so he hastily picked up the call.

"B-brother, s.. Something is, wrong."  Papyrus sounded as if he was passing out.

Sans took no weariness in going to check on his brother.  And behold, it had been the correct thing to do.