Shaking
“So Sans, how are you doing?” Toriel asks politely from the seat at the table next to yours.
“i'm…” Automatically, your first response is ‘fine’, but even you can't believe that anymore.
Can you even say you're ‘doing better’ though? Your last actions just show that you're not-
“Sans?”
“sorry, yeah, i'm better than i was before i guess.”
“Well that's good to hear!”
“mhm.” You hum, “how are you?” You add as an afterthought.
“Oh, I am fine, thank you for asking!” Toriel responds cheerfully, turning back to face Frisk.
“My child… why is your face all red?”
Thankfully, for both of you, Frisk is able to come up with a quick lie, ‘I have allergies’.
Monsters… Don't really know about human illnesses that much. And vice versa with the humans. However, you're sure Toriel has an inkling of something amiss with Frisk’s statement.
“Do you need me to get you some medicine?”
‘No, it's okay, it'll probably go away soon. But thanks mom.’
Toriel becomes slightly flustered at being called mom from Frisk, still not used to the name coming from this child's mouth.
“BREAKFAST!”
Papyrus turns around, and catches sight of Frisk, “AND WHAT'S ALL THIS TALK OF ALLERGIES HUMAN? ARE YOU SICK?” Papyrus gasps dramatically, and you know he has no idea about what allergies actually are. “WORRY NOT FRISK! I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU!” Papyrus finishes, already rushing over to the chair Frisk is sitting at.
‘No, no, Papyrus, it’s okay! They're not a big deal!’ Frisk signs out, but is still swiftly swept into Papyrus’ arms.
“JUST ALLERGIES, HMMM…?”
‘Yes, Papyrus.’ They sign, hands shaking slightly as they start to laugh.
And their laugh is such a sweet laugh, such a small, cute, and nice laugh that it’s almost contagious. So different from the sadistic laugh you’ve heard come from this child, standing on the opposite side of the final corridor. But this laugh, you wonder how it could even be the same child. But you suppose it’s not… Or is it? The whole situation is rather confusing, and for right now you choose not to think about it, resulting in a small smile forming on your face, as well as everyone at the table. It's a nice laugh.
“OK, IF YOU SAY SO…” Papyrus says with faux skepticism, grin widening just a bit.
Their face is still red now, not from tears this time though, from laughing as hard as they just did. You find it amazing how quickly situations, or emotions, can turn around.
Papyrus puts Frisk back down in their seat. “AS I WAS SAYING,” He clears his non-existent throat, “BREAKFAST IS PREPARED!”
Plates of chocolate chip pancakes are passed out to everyone. “Oh wow Papyrus, that looks wonderful!” Toriel comments.
“BUT OF COURSE!” Papyrus responds, small blush (somehow?) betraying his confidence.
Not really hungry, but still wanting to try your brother's food, you take a small bite. “wow, bro, this is really good.” You say truthfully.
Comments similar to yours can be heard coming from everyone at the table. And it's true though, Papyrus has definitely improved, a lot, since you've all reached the surface, and he's had some lessons from Toriel.
And the food is actually so good, (or maybe it's partially the fact you want to see your brother happy) that you manage to clean your plate, as does everyone else.
And it's a little strange to think about this morning, about the mental breakdown you had. The feeling seems so far away, now surrounded with only positive. Of course, thoughts similar to ones had this morning are still prevalent in your mind, but not as pronounced. It helps to be surrounded by loved ones.
And as you look down at your hands placed it your lap, you notice they're only shaking a little bit.