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megalobonia​:

the skeleton wasn’t certain what happened next, having succumbed to sleep somewhere between papyrus grabbing clean sheets and draping them over him. all he knew was his moment of waking, with the lights inside dimmed to a mere lamp burning amber nearby and casting soothing shadows across the floor as it flickered like a candle.

perhaps it was a candle. could papyrus have found one in the elder’s room after digging around?

as a scientist, sans knew phototherapy to work wonders, and while it did nothing to chase away his nightmares, it seemed to inspire some will within the skeleton to stir him back into wakefulness and enough force so that he could push himself into a seated position.

though skeletons usually had no trouble seeing in the dark, it took the spectral light in his eyes a while to adjust still.

❝ pa… papyrus? ❞ his baritone was a quiet whisper, soon to hike as desperation seized his soulheart and sprung him from his seat. ❝ PAPYRUS! ❞ the skeleton cried out, thundering across the stairs and into his brother’s room. desperation laced with all sorts of witnessed horrors seized his voice next. a tone of madness sans never quite wore before.

Disconcerted. Papyrus drops the blankets he’d collected from his closet, along with ‘Peek-A-Boo With Fluffy Bunny’, his favourite book now amongst the sheets upon the floor. ‘Sans?’ He’d never seen Sans move quite this fast (at least not since Papyrus had reached his late teens). The sight is even more baffling given the dorment state Sans had been in previously.

Papyrus hurries to his bro’s side, kneeling and grasping his shoulders. ‘Sans! Good grief! What’s gotten into you? What’s wrong? I’m right here Sans. I only left you to get some blankets.’ Isn’t it supposed to be Papyrus running to Sans with nightmares? Well, here’s his chance to repay a favor. ‘Come now, brother, calm yourself. Ssshh sshh.’ Papyrus offers his brother a tight embrace, rubbing his back-That is how Sans used to hold him right? ‘I’ve got you.’

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Oh, I hope some day I’ll make it                                                     out of here Even if it takes all night or a                                                  hundred years

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Sightless and afraid- two boney nubs reach out for you. Without his skull he can hear and right now he hears you. Crawling on his knees. Faltering. He comes to you. Those two nubs desperately flying about, wanting to make contact. And through spluttered vile you can make out the word. ‘Help.’

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megalobonia​:

spookyscientistskeleton​:

‘Papyrus.’ Grillby’s voice was calm, but with clear authority as he rested a steadying hand on the skeleton’s chest. ‘Please, try not to move so much. I know that it hurts, but we don’t want to make it worse.’

Times like this, Grillby was a bit grateful for his wartime experience. He’d never served with the field medics, but he had learned a fair bit from them, and had dragged more than one horribly wounded comrade to safety on the front lines. He knew a fair bit about transporting someone with a broken leg. Enough that he had a fairly good idea of what they needed to do, now that Sans was here. They just needed to keep Papyrus calm.

And keep Sans calm, while they were at it.

Reaching forward, he rested a hand gently on the elder skeleton’s shoulder. ‘Sans?’ he said, to coax him to look back up at him. ‘We should get him inside. I need you to go upstairs and get the blanket out of my apartment, and one of my shirts from the closet. We’ll need to immobilize the leg before we try to move him.’

❝ yeah, i got this. ❞ from beneath his shirt, likely the skeleton kept stored within himself, he pulled a gauze bandage roll, known to restore some measure of hp overtime to counter the constant damage his brother was taking. ❝ hang in there, paps. can you, uh, hold ‘im for me, grillby? help him keep still. our bones are really sensitive when unhinged like this. so it hurts like hell. ❞

he took to kneeling beside his brother and applied gentle, yet firm pressure to the broken bone so that it would attach once again to its original slot. then, the skeleton placed the support– which he also pulled from his gut – wrapping up the bandage around bone and metal alike. 

❝ i’m heading over to the lab after this. i’ll need to make ya a wheelchair, bro. can’t have you movin’ ‘round like this until you heal completely. ❞ sans stood up, planting a hand on papyrus’s back. the makeshift bandage served its purpose, countering the poison damage overtime caused by the broken limb. but it was only temporary– what he needed was to immobilise the entire leg with plaster for starters. but that could wait until they were home. ❝ grillby, can you carry him on your back? i’ll help you get him up with my, uh, magic. us, skeletons, are actually very light. ❞ sans could have done it himself, but due to the height difference, he didn’t want papyrus dragging that leg around once they were inside. ❝ i’ll get us home with a shortcut, then you put him down on the couch for me, yeah?  ❞ he then turned to papyrus. ❝ how’s it feel, bro? if the leg’s numb, that’s my magic keeping it still for ya. don’t fight it, please. ❞

maybe that was why there was a blue aura coming off from papyrus’s leg. it was to keep papyrus from moving it on reflex reaction due to his pain.

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Papyrus clicks his teeth together- taking a deep breath in through his nose. He can forsee a lot of pain coming his way. So latches onto Grillby before the elemental has time to make his move. He squeezes his torso tightly against his battle body. A premature whimper escaping his would-be throat. 

The seering pain activates a different side to Papyrus, one that is frantic- attempting to back peddle like his life depended on it. Though despite himself, he won’t let go of poor Grillby, the elemental being dragged and jostled. 

Between his come down from a rush of adrenalin and his weakened health Paps because achin to that of a ragdoll. Easy to maneuver with little fight or weight to him. Sans words reach him, but they sound far far away. ‘Sans I don’t feel good.’ He says softly, sweat pouring down his skull. 

‘...o...kay.’ He hasn’t the energy to fight Sans’ magic.  Drooping eyelids. ‘Sans...is our house clean?...Grillby...is...coming with us.’ Clearly he isn’t thinking clearly anymore.

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‘Wait. Who’s looking  at whose butt in what way now?’

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@autumnisc - What is Papyrus's love language?? (Hi! Sorry, I didn't know how else to interact with you since i ran out of ideas and I thought a simple question could work)

'My love languages, Chloe my dear, are but not limited to; words of affirmation and touch. I would alway like to let my significant over know that they are great. And skeletons are after all warm and cuddly; so they should expect an abundance of hugs. Nyeh heh heh.' Papyrus may not have ever been with anyone before, but he has the perfect relationship painted within his mindseye.

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Papyrus!

correct!

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megalobonia​:

❝ you’re not alone. ❞ his response was a heartbeat’s flatline, rib cage closing in slightly under the pressure of papyrus’s embrace with a similar sort of ache to that of a broken heart, yet far less painful, come to think about it.

a pat to the other’s back was offered as sans slowly but surely reacquainted himself with breathing. soulheart’s light brightening with each inhale, and dwindling after his exhales. eyesockets felt heavier than usual, the desire to fall asleep creeping in– seeping into his every bone and taking control of his body. but he knew sleep was the harbinger of nightmares.

it has been years now since the last sans’s had a proper dream.

❝ hot cocoa doesn’t… sound half-bad. ❞ the skeleton agreed with a sigh, tucking his forehead to rest on the crook of his brother’s neck. ❝ just give me a moment and i’ll… be with you… in a moment. ❞

except a moment took long enough for him to slip in and out of consciousness once again, like sans was living in a waking dream– or a living nightmare for that matter. 

That isn’t the most convincing...And Sans can usually lie his way out of anything! In fact even when Papyrus has caught Sans redhanded drinking ketchup on the bathroom floor, Sans is able to come up with a whole list of reasons why Papyrus should doubt his own eyes.

Papyrus craddles Sans. Forehead against his collar bone. Sans is exhausted and moving him seems unfair? But at least if Sans naps on the couch with him-well then Papyrus can watch over him. Its settled. His arms slink around his brother’s frame, lifting him up gently into his arms and carrying him out of the room. ‘Its okay Sans, I can take you there myself.’ A facade of positivity consumes his words; he needs to be strong, Sans needs that right now. 

Placing the elder on the sofa Papyrus leans in to give him a peck on the forehead. The two brothers never usually share this sort of sentimet, Papyrus often complains that it was for baby bones only, but in this very moment, he feels that Sans needs to be shown some affection, perhaps it will help him somehow? 

He leaves Sans for a fleeting moment, heading up the stairs and to his own room for some clean blankets. A glance to Sans just before he disappears behind the door.

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They have a lot in common, I think.

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as soon as the skeleton stirred awake to grillby’s glaring message on his phone, the text of which sans couldn’t afford to ignore, he’d already started making preparations. a broken bone was no nattering matter to be sneezed at– it shared a tendency for dealing damage overtime, rather like karmic retribution did, but at a far slower pace.

upon teleporting, sans happened to turn up a few feet off the ground right behind papyrus. his landing was practised– smooth, and despite his concerns, it would seem grillby had somehow managed to keep his brother distracted.

try not to panic.

so much for someone who looked ten seconds away from a stroke, etchings of worry carved to his features like the history of life itself.

❝ h-hey… ❞ the skeleton interrupted, planting a hand on his brother’s shoulder from behind before sidling up to him. ❝ you, uh, good? heard a noise outside… jus– came to check. ❞ it was a lie. but he didn’t want to out grillby like that. ❝ huh. you really took break a leg literally, huh?  ❞ as usual, sans tried to mask his crippling concern behind another pun. ❝ let’s, uh, get you patched up, yeah? oh, hey there, grillby. ❞ in his eyes there was the silent look of a father who was thankful for the heads up.

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To be honest a milkshake would be a welcome distraction right now... It wouldn't stop the pain but perhaps the taste of something sweet could numb his brain for a little while~ 'The sprinkles you used to use kept me coming back.' They were good times. Now he only really comes here to collect Sans...

'Sans!' Papyrus pines, turning his torso to see his brother. Its as if Sans' presence allows Paps to slip into a more vulnerable version of himself. 'It not funny Sans! It hurts like hell.-If it wasn't for our bartender friend-.'

'OW nyehnonoho. Do something Sans. Please?'

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Angel paps whew

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‘–Ah. Um. Hello.’ 

He’d heard the television before he opened the door, and he knew Papyrus to be an early riser, so he’d suspected he’d probably pass by Sans’s brother on his way out. It wasn’t–necessarily a problem, of course. He and Sans had been close friends since Papyrus was still just a child, and grown men could have… sleepovers? Sometimes? He supposed?

Griillby had taken a moment to ensure he looked presentable before stepping out. Buttoned up and ready for a day of work, though his crisp white dress shirt was certainly looking rumpled, after having spent last night bunched up in a heap on Sans’s floor. It fared a bit better than his vest, which had somehow gotten pulled into the trash tornado in the corner of the room. He’d had to wrestle it out forcibly, and nearly lost his spectacles in the process. It was… in need of a wash, but suitable for the Walk of Shame back to the bar. 

Or, far more awkwardly, the Walk of Shame to the front door. 

What was troubling, however, was that he had no idea where his belt had gone. He did distinctly remember that he had not made it to Sans’s bedroom with it, but that meant it was… downstairs. Where Papyrus currently was. 

‘Oh–no, that’s quite alright, Papyrus,’ he said, as he very quietly shut Sans’s door and continued on to the stairs. ‘Thank you though. I, ah, will be out of your way in a moment.’ 

Stiring his oatmeal for a quick distraction- something to do with his hands and something to keep his eyes from giving away his knowledge, Papyrus replies. ‘Very well.’ Its not that Grillby is actually in his way, or is unwelcome. But to look at someone who has just been intimate with his brother not a few hours ago is a little awkward. Especially with the paper thin walls...

An awkward cough. ‘I um...this is your belt I believe?’ He reaches downt to the floor, picking up the leather resting besides his feet. ‘Sans has never worn one in his life and it certainly isn’t one of mine.’

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@megalobonia​

i’m fine.

the words wouldn’t come out. how pathetic… he couldn’t even bring himself to tell a lie in a state of shock. though sans didn’t have a stomach, the sensation of bile rising from the hollow of his body still plagued him when the mirage of his brother felt so real.

real enough for him to believe another full reset had taken place.

but where was the human? did they take pity, reset, and decided to spend their days in the ruins with the old lady? would they finally leave the monsters alone? for some reason the skeleton couldn’t place, he’d have trouble– plenty of it, ever trusting that kid again.

even if they proved to be merciful.

❝ hey… pap. ❞ he had to be strong. for papyrus’s sake… he didn’t like to see his brother suffering because he couldn’t get his shit together. poor thing must have been so confused. there was no way he could possibly understand what it was like. to retain all memories from a world brought to its knees. to the dust from which would never rise a phoenix.

hugging his brother back nearly brought him to tears, but somehow, the skeleton managed to stay strong. even in this moment of weakness… it was as if the flame which had extinguished within him relearned how to shine.

❝ how long… ❞ he chanced, hoping not to throw his brother off-kilter with the question. ❝ how long has it been since…? ❞

since the last he’d come out of that room.

the days bled into weeks, and sans had lost track of time. so caught up in his own waking nightmares he’d barely had a wink of sleep. it wasn’t easy. hanging on to sanity when everything else around him spun into a swirling dance of madness. when papyrus’s voice wasn’t his own, but a distorted version of what sans remembered it to be.

but somehow, he’d manage.

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Oh! Thank God he spoke! Papyrus was worried that Sans had shut down completely. A gasp and he throws his arms so tightly around Sans its as if he expects him to disappear without a moments notice. 'Too long brother.' Papyrus whimpers, pulling back a little. '...Three days...'

'You haven't been answering my calls. I thought perhaps you were mad a me?' He frowns at this. Why else would Sans be acting this way? Unless he is sick? 'Were you mad at me?' His hand moves to feel Sans' forehead. 'Or perhaps you are you sick?!'

'No fever...' So he's not sick. But he does look sleep deprived. 'Nyeh. You don't look so good Sans. You're even more tired than usual.'

'I'll go make us some hot cocoa.' But does he really want to leave Sans?

'Come with me?' A kicked puppy looking to his brother. Offering his hand to him. 'I'll bring my blankets downstairs...we could sit togeher on the couch?'

'...I don't want to be alone anymore...and I don't want you to be alone either.' Is this selfish? Does Sans need to be alone?

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spookyscientistskeleton​:

It had been a stroke of fortune (if one might even call it that) that he’d even encountered Papyrus. Grillby had just been on his way back into town, after having–on a complete whim–chosen to take a stroll through the forest along with his morning cigarette before opening up the shop for breakfast service. Still tired, still lost in thought about everything he needed to do to prepare for the day when he returned, he had very nearly missed the skeleton entirely.

Until he’d caught a glimpse of red in the corner of his vision. 

The sight of him stopped Grillby dead in his tracks. He froze, taking in the baffling, horrific sight, not even sure for a moment exactly what it was he was seeing. 

And then the creature reached for him, and his mind clicked back into focus.

‘–Papyrus?!’

Panic gripped his heart, and for a moment his gaze scanned the horizon, peering into the eerie stillness of the forest. Searching for what might have done this. Seeing nothing but shadows, which might well have concealed anything, he knew there was no time to think of it. He rushed to Papyrus’s side, hands flying to bony shoulders. 

‘It–’ his flames crackled and sputtered for a moment, trying to find words. ‘–okay. It’s–okay, I’ve got you.’ 

That’s Grillby! Oh thank God! A friendly face. He attempts to get to his feet- though its not long before Grillby is tentatively at his side. His headless frame leans into the familiar warmth- seeking to deepen his comfort. There is a promise of safety.

But that human is still out there. He hasn’t been out here long. He can still feel the fresh morning chill.

They both need to move if Grillby’s safety is to be insured.

He wraps his nubs around the elemental, bringing the spurting tip of his spine as close to Grillby’s face as he can. Not an attempt to frighten the monster, but to allow himself to be heard. ‘d̶̥̲̠̈̔͒a̵̜͠ͅṇ̷̺͖̤̈́̿͛̀g̵͔̻̹̍̅͝ͅě̶͈ŗ̶͑͑̇̒’ Danger. ‘ḧ̸̩̬̻̟́̽̋̕ȗ̷̢͍̤m̵̱̣̆͋ȃ̸͉̍n̶̩̝̈’ Human. Black vile spits over Grillby’s collar. Stains left in its wake. ‘Ģ̷̨͇̭̍ŕ̷̥͗̚i̷̜̼̒l̷̠̓̏l̶̻͔͓̉̓͘͝b̵̰̠̀͜y̶̛̖̤͇͊͊̈́.̸̨͋̊̓.̶͍̳̀́.̴̳͔͕̮͘N̷̫̳̍O̴̻͈͑̿̿T̴͓̦̳̾͆̚ ̶̟̬̉̏̃̚s̴͚̣̀̿͊á̴͜f̴̪̟̣̈́́͝e̷̬͕̿’ Grillby. NOT. SAFE.