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“S-sans, you wanted t-to see me?”
“oh hey alph. yeah i wanted to talk to you about something. is Toriel coming back in?”
“N-no, she said something about n-not letting Papyrus burn the kitchen d-down.”
That makes sense. Papyrus’ cooking is good, but if nervous about something, he might be a little careless. He’s probably still upset about you. Upset at you.
“oh, that’s fine. breakfast will probably be super good then.”
Alphys walks over to the chair Toriel was sleeping in and takes a seat.
“So w-what did you want t-to talk about?”
“umm, i guess about everything? Papyrus said something about me being able to leave soon, so there’s that. also the thing you mentioned about the antidepressants.”
“Oh! Y-you should be able to leave l-later today, if your injuries are okay. It m-might hurt a bit to walk at f-first, but it should b-be fine if you take the pills until t-the pain goes away.” You nod as she continues, “And I w-was thinking about the antidepressant t-thing, but I need to g-get more information on t-that before w-we start you on them.”
She looks up at you, grim expression on her face, “We s-should also talk about your HP. Your hope. It’s going t-to be hard to fix, b-but I think we can! I just n-need to know why it decreased. I think you’re t-the only m-monster to h-have HoPe this low.”
“well, aren’t i just special.” You say bitterly, speaking in a low tone.
Alphys either doesn’t hear you, or just chooses to ignore your comment. “I can only a-assume that you l-lost HoPe because of the RESETS. And, again, i’m s-so, so, sorry t-that you h-had to go through t-that. I d-don’t know w-what I would h-have done in that situation.” She pauses to collect herself before speaking again, “But Papyrus s-said you lost HoPe before t-that. I understand if y-you don’t want t-to speak about it, b-but I know it w-will really help. And it m-may be necessary for us t-to know about if w-we ever w-want to restore your HP.”
“i just…” You sigh, placing your hand on your face, “i can’t tell you.”
He doesn’t matter anymore. He isn’t here. Nobody remember him. Heck, even if you tell everyone, they might think you’re even crazier than they originally thought. And who even cares about your HP? You don’t for sure. The lower your HP, the easier you’ll die. And you wouldn’t really mind that right now.
Alphys looks like she’s about to retort, but she’s interrupted by a shout heard from outside the door.
“BREAKFAST!”
“If you w-want, I could check your injuries out r-right n-now, if you w-wouldn’t mind. So you c-can go have breakfast w-with everyone. If y-you w-want.”
“yeah that seems good alph.” She starts walking towards you, and your hit with the sudden realization that you have no idea where you are. “this may seem like a stupid question, but where are we?”
She pauses before starting to unwrap the bandages. “Oh! Oh my god I c-completely forgot we never told you where y-you are!” She starts to gingerly unwrap the bandages on your chest. “Asgore lended his room to you. Much to Toriel’s dismay, Asgore m-moved into the r-room with her for the t-time being. Frisk is s-staying with Papyrus. Well when he’s not w-with you.”
You try not to look at your ribs as Alphys unwraps them, but you quickly caught a glimpse in the corner of your eye sockets. You can see the unevenness of the bone, and the discoloration of where the ribs were broken.
Alphys finishes checking you over, then applies fresh bandages.
“Here,” She says, grabbing the bottle of pills and pouring one out, “If you take t-this you s-should be fine to g-go have breakfast.”
“thanks alph.” You take the pill from her hand and dry swallow it, while Alphys prepares to help you up.
“H-here.” She says, helping you sit up. You wince slightly in pain before managing to pull yourself up.
“Are y-you okay?” Alphys asks, when you're finally standing.
“yeah m’fine.” You say, grunting a bit.
The medicine really hasn't kicked in yet, so your chest is still burning from the effort of standing, but it's not as bad as it could be. It's definitely not as bad as the original pain. If monsters are good at anything, it's healing.
“O-okay, i'll, uhh, help y-you downstairs.”
Alphys does exactly that. You leave the room, with a slight limp from the occasional pangs of pain in your chest, but other then that it's smooth sailing. Getting down the stairs is a little bit harder, a painstakingly long process that's difficult for both parties involved, but you both manage.
From the time it took you to make your way downstairs, you would think your food would be cold by now, but as you make your way into the kitchen, there's a steaming plate of pancakes waiting at your chair.
“OH SANS! ALPHYS SAID YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST, SO I MADE YOU PANCAKES! HOW ARE YOU FEELING?”
“i'm good paps.”
Alphys helps you into a chair adjacent to hers, then she also takes a seat. You take in the faces of everyone else at the table, expecting resentment and disgust, but only receiving love and kindness.
“Oh Sans!” Toriel starts, “I'm glad you could join us.”
Asgore chimes in also, “I'm sure everyone here is glad to hear you're feeling better.” Everyone either nods or hums in agreement.
‘I'm glad you're here, Sans.’ Frisk signs, ‘Breakfast is too bonely without you.’
You chuckle at their attempt at a skeleton pun. You gotta give the kid credit, trying to sign puns is definatley harder than saying them out loud.
“heh. good one Frisk.”
And sitting there, and the kitchen table, basking in all your friends and their kindness, you feel something. Your smile, usually tight and forced, is loosened up a small bit. Freer than it has been in a long time. And if things continue the way they are now, you think your permanent smile can truly become real.