(Just to be sure, a small warning! There is a small reference to thinking about self-harm! I know that if you are here, you may be prepared to that, but I just want to be sure!)
*Cling*
Looking to the right.
*tap tap tap tap*
Lokking to the left.
*sound of a keetle whistling*
Looking in front of him.
*Sounds of someone rummaging through cupboards*
Looking back at them.
*glglglglglgl*
That cat. He swore they were staring at him.
*tap tap tap tap*
"...What are ya doing? Ya looking at her like she would rip ya pieces by pieces!"
Sans jumped at the sound of Red's voice, lost in the staring match with the cat. He looked back at his host, holding a tray with mugs and some pastries on it. Some were still steaming as if... "Did you...bake them?" "Hmm? Oh yes! It keeps me busy! And it's fun!" Red answered with a big smile. This disconcerted Sans a little, but he remembered that this was probably part or Red's routine. He seems to be really happy, for some reasons. Sans folded his hands, not sure about what to say, nervous about breaking Red's mood. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too much to have something to talk about either way.
"So,ya said ya could help, right? How do ya intend to do so? And what makes ya think I want yer help?" "Well, first,you gave me your adress.If you weren't interested in the first place, you would have never done that." "Fair point" "Second, I'm a therapist. Granted, I am not used to have patients with...your type of problem. But I made some research, and I have access to a lot of material, and can be in touch with people specialized in this domain. Besides...I am going to guess that I'm the first and only therapist you ever saw, right?" Red nodded at that statement. "Yer right about it.And so? What can ya do?" Sans took a depp breath. "I...I can be... your health care provider." Red looked at him intrigued, prompting Sans to keep going with this. "It is said that talking with a licensed 'doctor' is a first good step... And...And I can do regular check-up on you to see how you are doing. S-" "I'll stop ya right now.I don't think ya're able ta do that."
Sans' jaw locked for a moment, as looked incredulously at Red. "W-what?" Red crossed his legs, petting his cat who loved herself against him. "Ta be honest, ya look like a mess." Sans stiffened immediately at that, unable to hide it totally. "What makes you say that?" Red laughed at that, as if Sans told him a really good joke. "Isn't it obvious? Well, apparently not." Red got up, circling Sans. "The way ya look right now. Like ya have neglected yerself for a while. Ya don't even believe in what ya say, because ya know ya're not efficient enough ta do that. There is no life in yer eyes. Should I keep...going..." Red had been smirking when he began, wanted to take some revenge for last time, when the other talked to him. But...he never guessed THIS would happen.
Sans listened to the other, face downcasted. Shame and guilt came gnawing at him once again. He was really pathetic if a stranger could tell him so...when his own friends didn't....When...his own brother...didn't guess... Heh...Maybe...Maybe they do not care as much as they pretend they do...And he would not blame them for not doing so, but...at the same time...he fet...angry and helpless... Then he registered Red's words faltering. He looked up to see that the other was looking at him...worried? Why was he-
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Sans looked down. He thought that it was tea dripping, but no. That's when he realized that he was crying silently. Red was standing there awkwardly, knowing he caused this and not knowing what to do. "Shit, wha...What's wrong?" Sans panicked, swiftly getting up and giving Red his back, as he quickly tried to wipe his tears away. "I-I'm f-fine! Don't w-worry." He turned back, a wavering smile on his face. "So, do you a-accept?" "Wait, ya're not alright! What ha-" "I don't know what you're talking about. So, your answer?" "Don't change subj-" "Do you accept?" Sans asked more firmly, gritting his teeth and trying to will away the tears, but he was sure he was failing miserably. His outstretched hand was trembling slightly, his thoughts were too loud for him, he needed to get out quickly, he wasn't sure how long he could keep going like this in front of Red like this. He was ...unnerving. He looked at him...no...through him, as if he were able to see how broken he was, how pathetic he really was, how unworthy-
"I accept." Red sighed, feeling the other's discomfort. He shook his hand, feeling uneasy. Sans didn't meet his eyes as he thanked him quietly. He got back to where he was standing just a few seconds before, reaching for a bag he brought with him. He retrieved from inside it papers, giving them to Red. He gave them his number, hastily scribbled down on a piece of paper. "I will ring you tomorrow, okay? Have a nice day." And with that, he was gone in a flash. Red stared a little longer where the other was, before sighing, rubbing his face tiredly. He sat back on his couch, smiling softly as his cat got onto his lap, purring softly. "I wonder how he's supposed ta help me, when he's just as broken as me..."
Sans collapsed on his knees, wanting to calm down, but finding himself unable to do so. 'They don't care about you. He is right. No one really does.' "Shut up..." Sans murmured, desperate. He knew that this voice would brought nothing good. He needed to make it stope talking, to just resist the tempation. 'And you think you can help him? Come on, even you don't believe in yourself. All you are going to do is hurt him more. But maybe that's what you want, right? To make him feel as miserable as you, and even more, so you could feel better right?' Sans put his hands on his skull, as if trying to block the voice. "Stop it....Stop...that's not true... Please..." But the voice didn't stop, of course it didn't. And just like every other times, it kept taunting him, humiliate him, talking low of him. Right until Sans couldn't take it anymore.
He got up, walked to his bed, before sitting on it. He reached for his bedside table and opened the drawer. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. He opened the medicine bottle and retrieved a pill from it. He walked slowly to the bathrrom, head low, eyelights almost inexistant. He went back to his bedroom with a glass of water. He closed his bedroom door behind him, draw the curtains, then he laid down on his bed. He swallowed the pill, while still trying to make the voice go away. He knew that with the sleeping pill, it would eventually disappear, but he hoped he could have some tome of peaceful silence before being forced to sleep.
He was ashamed of himself, but this was the only way he found to get rid of the voice and the depressive thoughts. At least, he never got to the point of hurting himself, but he would be lying if he said he never contemplated doing that. There was this one time where the voice has been particulary strong: he had been supposed to go to get Frisk back from the school, but his mental fight with the voice had left him exhausted, resulting in him falling asleep at his office after work, and when he woke up, it was around 7pm. When he realized that, he had teleported to school -even though he knew it wasn't a good idea in his state, just to find that Frisk was not here anymore. He had teleported to Toriel's house, to find everyone here, disappointed in him for having fall asleep at work. Fortunately, seeing that Frisk was still there long after she was supposed to be home, the school call for Toriel, who had immediately called Papyrus. The shame and guilt just made him stronger, making a fight already hard almost impossible. Hours after the incident, he was trying hard to make him stop talking, and when he finally has had a moment of reprieve, he has found himslef in the bathroom, with a pocket knife near the bassine. He has stayed sitting in the bathroom sitting for several minutes, not believing what he could have done, if he had still kept talking. That's when he found that sleeping pills made him go away for a long time, making him able to think straight for a longer periode of time.
Talking about it...He didn't hear the voice anymore.... and he felt sleepy as well.... Seemed he did have some time for himself before sleeping. Too bad he spent it on those memories...Heh...He really couldn't do anything right....
Hello everyone! I am so happy to finally get back to that story! Sorry for the delay, I had a hard time writing this chapter, but let's hope it won't happen again! I hope you liked this chapter! Like usual, comments are welcomed, as long as they are polite! And I promise we will hear more of Red next chapter! Anyway, that's all for now! I wish you all a lovely day or night!!
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