Bedtime stories
Papyrus and Undyne made their way through the winding back alleys of Ebott. They stayed silent as they slunk through the shadows. Papyrus still kept a firm arm around the injured underboss as he basically tugged her along. Despite Undyne’s brave and authoritative display back in the mill it was now becoming very evident how injured she really was. Her breathing was harsh and uneven, her teal skin slick with sweat, she could barely even manage a hobble as the two trudged onward through the dirty back streets. Papyrus was growing worried, he could feel how weak she was and it was making him very nervous. He had never seen the mighty and powerful Undyne in such a state before. He knew that his own magic reserve wasn’t in much better of a condition then Undyne’s as he had practically been drained dry by healing all of the other injured in the mill, but he was sure that if he didn’t at least try to heal her she might collapse right then and there from under the weight of her injury. Papyrus quickly made a hard right and set the underboss down behind the shelter of a few busted up and abandoned crates.
“Papyrus wh- what are you doing?” She asked as she tried to push herself off of the wall that he had leaned her against. Papyrus gently nudged her back.
“I THINK YOU NEED A SMALL BREAK UNDYNE.” He said as he prepared to call forth his magic.
“A break? Papyrus, we don’t have time for a break! The Hollywood’s are trailing us as we speak! We need to –.” But she cut herself off when she realized Papyrus’ fingertips were starting to glow faintly orange with his magic. She growled as she caught Papyrus by the wrist before he could even attempt at healing her. Though she was injured, her reflexes were still much faster than the tall skeletons as he squeaked in surprise at being found out.
“I told you Papyrus, no healing!” She snarled as she glared at him.
“BUT- BUT UNDYNE YOUR VERY WOUNDED JUST LET ME –“
“I said no Papyrus, and that’s an order! You’ve already expended too much magic, if you use anymore you’ll collapse and then where will we be? I’m too week to carry us both home. You need to use that noodle of a brain you have and think about the consequences to your actions!” She snapped. Papyrus’ face fell into a tired frown as he fidgeted in front of her.
“I’M SORRY UNDYNE IT’S JUST, THIS IS ALL THAT I CAN DO FOR YOU.” He said meekly. Undyne's expression softened at his comment. She almost smacked herself for losing her temper on Papyrus; she hated it when the goober made such a sad face.
“Papyrus listen to me, you have already saved so many people today.” She stated firmly. “If it wasn’t for you I’m sure that half of my men would have already been turned too dust. We all owe you are lives, but you will be no good to us dead. You have done all you can do for us, and have even pushed yourself far passed your limits. Now you need to rest so you can help us again another day, do you understand?” She asked. Papyrus nodded slowly but still refused to meet her gaze.
“Now help me up.” She said as she extended her arm out for {apyrus to take. “The sooner we get to Grillbys, the sooner this nightmare will be over.”
Papyrus moved to grab hold of her, but a metallic click of a gun being cocked stopped him dead in his tracks. Papyrus raised his hands in a gesture of surrender as he calmly turned to face his unknown assailant, making sure that his body shielded the weakened underboss leaning against the wall of the alley way behind him. The human mobster sneered at the two unarmed monsters lined up in his sights as he aimed the gun at the tall skeletons skull.
“PLEASE THREATENING HUMAN, WE MEAN YOU NO HARM. MY FRIEND IS HURT SEE, AND I JUST BRINGING HER TO RECEIVE SOME MEDICAL ASSISTANCE.” He said in an even a voice as he could muster as he flashed the human a friendly smile. Surly the mobster would see that they posed no threat and let them go. It just wasn’t sportsmen like to pray on the injured. The man paused for a moment at Papyrus’s words before he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure your friend got just what she deserved for trying to be a little thief and attempting to steal our hard earned product.” He scoffed. “But don’t worry I’ll do ya a good turn and put her right out of her misery.” He said as he raised his weapon and prepared to fire.
Papyrus froze. His eye sockets wide as he stared down the beryl of the mobsters gun. He had no idea what to do. His magic was too strained to form his weapon and Undyne was far too weak to try and make a run for it, not that they would get far before getting shot in the back. He began to tremble as he realized that this was it for him. There was no way out and there was nothing that he could do. He was trapped. In that moment, all he could think about was his brother. If Sans was here then surly he would know what to do. He would be able to fix this mess. Sans, he wanted Sans to be here so badly right now.
However, before the man could pull the trigger, Undyne threw herself forward from the wall, grabbing the gun stashed in the back of Papyrus’ waist band as she moved. She then wrapped a protective arm around Papyrus, pulling him to her chest and reached over his shoulder. She used it as a means to support her arm as she quickly aimed and fired at the Hollywood mobster. The man’s arm went limp as his own weapon clattered to the muddy alley ground, and then his body crumpled and followed his weapon with a thud. He then lay lifeless in a dirty puddle of blood. Papyrus stared shocked at the mobster’s dead body as he tried to process what exactly had just happened. He was shaken out of his stupor by Undyne’s groans of pain as she managed to stand up, bracing herself against the wall.
“Papyrus.” She called as she reached out her arm to him again. A look of guilt and regret was now present in her eyes at what she had caused the young skeleton to bear witness to.
“We have to keep moving.” She instructed gently. Papyrus only managed a stiff nod as he returned to his place by her side. With her arm strewn over his shoulder the two then continued forward in silence back to the promise of safety off of the darkened streets.
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Sans still sat at the bar top. However, now he was alone as his company had left him over an hour ago. The fox monster who he had been flirting with for the majority of the evening had definitely not been too pleased when she had figured out that Sans had no real intention of going home with her. He had tried to keep the conversation going for as long as he could, but eventually she got wise to his game and cut her losses with her wasted evening as she left him behind.
“Your loss bone daddy.” She had called over her shoulder as she exited the bar.
Sans felt bad about having led her on. He knew that it was selfish of him to have used her as a distraction from his restlessness, but hey, she was only out to use him too so he figured that he could forgive himself. If it had been on any other night he would have been more than happy about taking her up on her offer. It had been a while since he had last enjoyed the companionship of a pretty lady in his bed, but there was just no way that he could leave the bar with his brother still out on the streets, and if he was being honest she probably wouldn’t have ended up being very satisfied if he did accept her invitation as his mind was far too plagued with worried thoughts to really focus on partaking in …any other activities. Still, she had provided him with at least some form of relief and it was only fair that he return the favor, so he paid off her tab.
There was also the annoying little habit that Sans had discovered while he was flirting with the vixen, and apparently his mind had decided to bring up Frisk whenever he would shoot a suggestive line or make eyes at the fox women sitting across from him . This frustrated him. He had already made it clear to himself that Frisk was off limits, but yet his brain still didn’t seem to get the memo.
Sans sighed dejectedly as he rested his chin on the bar top. He was still fighting his gaze away from the pull of the clock, but even though he didn’t look at the time he knew that it was getting very, very late. The bar was almost empty now, save for a few lone drinkers and an intoxicated lengthy ghost type monster on the piano, playing an old sad tune on its worn out yellowed keys in the corner, while he wailed out the lyrics.
I went down to St James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair
Sans half listened to the sorrow filled melody. the ghost monster sounded about as miserable as he felt and he couldn’t help but find the tune oddly fitting for his current state of mind.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can look this wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me
Sans chanced a look over his shoulder and sure enough the drunken slender ghost looked like a sad mess he swayed in his seat and his eyes were bloodshot with unshed tears as he continued to desperately belt out the words of the song. Sans briefly wondered what his heartache was all about. Maybe he had lost a lover in a similar way that the song described, or perhaps he had just gotten himself dumped.
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along.
The other patrons still left in the bar slowly bobbed their heads along to the sorrowful melody. Sans turned his attention back to his own half empty glass. It looked like everyone was feeling a little melancholy tonight.
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of that booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
Sans couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the last verse as he raised his glass and briefly tipped it to the sad piano man, before he shot back the rest of its contents and ushered Grillby over for another.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He said to himself.
The piano then quieted after the ghost monster had finished his song, leaving everyone to their own morose thoughts in the darkened tavern. Grillby approached the counter where Sans was sitting. He carried over the bottle of whisky, but hesitated at filling his glass.
“Sans, maybe it would be better if you waited for your brother upstairs?” Grillby suggested his whispery voice heavy with concern. Sans however, ignored the suggestion as he instead tapped the side of his empty glass impatiently. He knew that booze wouldn’t really help his anxiety all that much but he needed something to hold to keep his hands busy. Plus, he knew that Frisk was probably home right now, and he wasn’t sure if he could keep up his usual guise around her. He really would rather that the kid didn’t see him like this.
“I’ve only had two Grillbs, and besides, I want to make sure I get to toast my bro when he gets back from his oh so important first mission.” He replied bitterly. Grillby sighed as he poured Sans his drink. Though he only gave him a single instead of his usual double order. Sans narrowed his eye sockets slightly, but knew better than to push it or Grilllby would cut him of completely.
“Thanks pal.” He said instead of voicing his complaint.
Sans swirled the drink around in his hand letting his eyes get lost in the amber liquid. He had almost succeeded in completely drowning his thoughts in the booze when the bar door was slammed open.
Sans jumped, almost knocking over his freshly pored whisky. He turned quickly to the sudden disturbance and froze in his seat when he saw two of Undynes underlings shamble in to the bar from the chilly dark streets outside. They were injured, and as soon as they had made it safely into the protective warmth of the building they collapsed in the middle of the tavern floor, trying desperately to catch their ragged breaths. Grillby, as well as a few of the other less intoxicated patrons, quickly made their way over to assist the wounded monsters. Sans stood rigid from his bar stool, his eyes wide and focused on the troubling seen playing out before him. His grip tightened on his drink until he was sure that the glass would shatter in his hand. Then he teleported directly in front of one of the injured monsters on the floor.
“Where is Papyrus?” He demanded. The monster flinched at his sudden appearance, and chocked on his words from his surprise and also lack of oxygen. Sans gripped him firmly by his collar.
“Papyrus where is he?!” Sans demanded getting desperate. Grilby placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Sans, you are not helping.” He said, but Sans did not back down as he kept the monster in his grasp.
“Please.” He said unevenly. The monster finally seemed to find his voice.
“I - I don’t know. He healed us.” He explained. “We were ambushed. The Hollywood’s had the soul smokers. There are a lot injured, we need to prepare for them all.”
Sans shakily released the monster as he fell back a few steps. He felt panic start to take a hold of him as he stood stiff in the middle of the bar floor. His dark eye sockets trained on the wooden pattern as his rattled mind started to imagine the worst possible scenario. Grillby roughly shook him waking him from his stupor.
“Sans! He shouted freckly into Sans’ his ear cavity, his normally soothing voice erupting into a harsh burning demand. Sans snapped his pinpricks toward him.
“Sans, what do we do?” He asked.
Sans looked back to the two wounded. If what they said was true then the bar was about to be full of monsters in need of serious help.
“Grillbs, call Doggo and tell him to round up his pack and to get their tails here pronto. They’re the closest ones in the area. Then call Alphys and tell her to bring as much heeling powder over as she can carry.” He instructed firmly.
“The rest of you lot.” Sans said, addressing the drunken bunch of monsters left in the bar. “Push the tables to the walls; we need to clear some space. Grillbs, bring out all your linens, we can rip em up and use em as bandages. I’ll get Asgore to compensate you for them latter.” Grilbby nodded and ran to the back to get to work.
Sans made himself busy among the rest of the monsters as he helped move the tables before immediately moving to start shredding the linens into strips. He had to keep himself occupied, it was all he could do to starve off his impending panic attack and stop himself from teleporting randomly through the streets of Ebott to search for his brother. He knew that the best place for him to be for Papyrus was in the bar, but he still couldn’t help himself from glancing over to the shortcut that lay right outside the taverns door.
Soon, the first wave of injured arrived. Sans felt himself growing more and more anxious when he saw that they all still carried traces of his brothers healing magic over their wounds. The monsters were all stable, but that meant that Papyrus was leaving himself defenseless against oncoming threats.
Alphys, as well as Doggo and his pack, had also made it to the bar after receiving word from Grillby. The dog monsters all had their paws full running around helping there injured comrades the best that they could until Alphys could administer some proper treatment. Though she was by no means a medical doctor, Alphis was the best that the Pansies had as to bring the monsters to a hospital would have them arrested and rotting in a jail cell the moment that they walked through the door. Sans could see that she was beginning to lose her nerve as she saw to more and more of the wounded. She had actually almost vomited a few times while dealing with a particularly nasty looking flesh wound on a Chilldrake. He wanted to help her out, but whenever he went over to offer her his assistance she would ignore him or tell him to go and help another monster that was as far away from her as possible.
Sans wasn’t really surprised by this. Alphys wasn’t the most forward type of person when it came to what was bothering her, and he knew that this passive aggressive behavior was because she was still angry at him for taking away Doctor Gasters notebook. He had gone to her apartment that afternoon after he had finished with his work for the day. He was planning on making good on his promise to help her try and decipher the soul smoker device like he had said. He was also hoping to use the task to get his mind off of things, but she had never answered the door.
Sans sadly turned his gaze away from the struggling yellow lizard monster as he continued to bind and splint another wounded monsters broken arm. He would have to come up with a way to make it up to her. The monster moaned from beneath his grip.
“Sorry there pall.” Sans said offering up a lazy smile. “But I gotta get this tight or it will heal crocked.” The monster managed a smirk back in understanding.
“God, I’m glad Undyne isn’t here to see me right now, sniffling like a little baby.” He said between his labored breaths. “Hell, she got shot and still stayed behind until everyone else got out safely. I must look like a real wimp compared to her.”
Sans paused. His smile falling off of his face when he heard that the underboss was wounded. If she was shot then that meant that Papyrus was even more vulnerable then what he had first thought.
“Heya pal, your boss does she still have her magic?” sans found himself asking against his better judgment. The injured monster beneath him sadly shook his head.
“No, she was the first hit with the smokers. Most of us can’t even recall even an ounce of our magic. We are all completely defenseless.” He said.
Sans felt his soul sink at the news. He then finished bandaging the monsters broken arm, and was about to move on to the next one when an orange bunny monster entered into the pub. He was leading a shock stricken monster over to one of the chairs pushed against the walls before he wrapped him in a blanket. Sans instantly headed over to him hoping that the new arrival could provide him with some more information about his brother. When the bunny type monster saw the skeleton approaching he immediately straitened himself up.
“Your Papyrus’ brother right? He asked. Sans hesitated and nodded back to the bunny monster. At his answer the bunny monsters shoulders seemed to slump guiltily. Sans tensed.
“Look, I owe you an apology.” He began and Sans thought that his soul would shatter right there and then at the monsters morose expression.
“At the mill I was charged with looking after Papyrus.” The bunny monster started to explain, and well when the wounded started coming in I let him get carried away. I knew he was at his limit, but I put my comrade’s condition above his and I let him drain himself. I’m very sorry about that.” The bunny monster finished as he bowed his head in front of Sans. Sans stood rigid for only a second before he shot his arm forward and yanked the orange bunny roughly toward him by his shirt.
“What happened to my brother?!” he demanded, his eye sockets dark and angry. The bunny monster just stared back in shock, not expecting such an intense response.
“He’s fine! He’s fine!” He managed to choke out despite his surprise. “The last I saw of him, he was with Undyne.” Sans loosened his grip and stepped back in slight relief.
“Don’t…. don’t scare me like that.” He mumbled as he shakily turned away from the now panic stricken orange bunny monster.
He retreated to the back of the bar behind the curtain into the storage space. He just needed a moment. Sans unsteadily leaned against the shelves filled with canned goods and preserves. His left eye had already started flaring up as he rested a palm over it, trying to get his nervous energy to settle down. Then the curtain drew back. Sans stiffened and winked his left socket closed as he forced on his lazy smirk when Grillby entered into the storage space.
“Sans…?” He asked as he slowly made his way forward.
“Oh heya Grillbs, sorry I’ll be right out. Just needed a bit of a breather, getting a little bit too hot to handle in there if you know what I mean.” Sans said tossing the flame monster a sheepish shrug. Grillby continued forward and rested a steady hand on the shorter skeletons shoulder.
“Sans your brother is going to be alright he is stronger than you think he is.” Sans sighed as he let his shoulders relax under the reassuring weight of his friend’s firm hold.
“Ya … I know Grillbs, Paps is the best.” he said, his smile wavering. “But I just can’t help but think of the worst.” He admitted. Grillby nodded in understanding.
“We are all worried sans, but all we can do right now is help the others and wait for Undyne to bring him back safely.” He said. Sans nodded before he took a deep breath and prepared to head out into the main room again.
When he did, he stopped shock, his eye sockets growing wide in surprise. Papyrus was there in the middle of the bar. He was holding up the weight of a very injured Undyne as he pulled them both forward into the main room. He looked exhausted and drained of magic, his eye sockets seemed hollow and dull, but he was there, alive and unharmed. Sans soul almost burst as he immediately tore off in a full sprint to get to his brothers side.
“Paps!” He called out as he grabbed his brother by his free hand and surveyed him for any damages that he might have missed.
“Oh thank the stars you’re ok!” He declared almost to himself as an actual genuine smile spread across his skull.
“BROTHER!” Papyrus exclaimed as he turned to meet Sans gaze. “QUICK, I NEED YOUR HELP! ITS UNDYNE, SHE’S BADLY HURT AND SHE WONT LET ME HEAL HER!” Sans was quickly brought down from his high as he then turned to the underboss. Papyrus was right, she was in serious trouble.
“Don’t worry bro.” Sans said trying to reassure his frazzled younger brother." We got Doctor Alphys here, she’ll patch her right up. Will bring her up to our place and get to work.”
Papyrus nodded as he began to gently lead the almost unconscious underboss to the stairwell. Sans rushed over to get Alphys’s attention. When she saw him approaching she turned her back and was about to continue on her way, but Sans wasn’t about to let her get away from him that easily. To her surprise he grabbed her by her shoulder roughly, and forced her to face him. She was about to protest and angrily scold him, but her complaints were cut off as he pointed toward the staircase.
“Al, we need you upstairs, Undynes badly wounded.” He told her. Instantly Alphys’ eyes widened as she snapped her gaze to the stairwell, hoping that what Sans was telling her wasn’t true. When she saw Undynes withering form desperately hanging off of Papyrus as the two struggled up the stairs, she immediately began to fumble over herself, she almost even tripped over her own panic stricken feet as she tried her best to get to Undynes side. Sans was right behind her as he was just as desperate to get back to his brother.
When they both caught up to Papyrus on the stairs Sans immediately took most of the weight of the underboss onto his own shoulders to allow his brother a rest, But Papyrus was adamant about sticking close, and refused to give up the other arm despite his exhaustion. Alphys nervously fretted from behind as both the brothers managed to get Undyne up the stairs and to the apartment in record time.
Frisk had dosed off on the couch as she waited for Papyrus to get home. She was peacefully asleep as she clung to her pillow oblivious to the goings on down stairs in the bar. So when the door was roughly kicked open, forcefully waking her from her dreamless and restful state, she was more than a little confused at the scene that was displayed before her. A worried Sans and a very tired looking Papyrus both dragged in an almost lifeless looking Undyne who hung limply on their shoulders, while A distraught Alphys stumbled behind them. In her shock Frisk fell off of the couch, tripping in the blankets that were tangled around her legs as she desperately tried to get to her injured friend.
“Sorry kid.” Sans said as he struggled with his brother to get the barley conscious underboss to the couch. “We’re gonna be steeling your bed for a bit.” Frisk just stared on wide eyed as they laid Undyne’s body down on the sofa. Her mind was a wreck as it tried to determine if she was still asleep and if this was just all a very bad dream.
“Wh- what happened?” She finally managed to stutter out, but her whisper of a question fell on deaf ears as the other three scrambled around to treat Undyne’s failing condition.
Papyrus immediately held his hands over the wound and prepared to call forth his magic once again, but Sans caught him firmly by the wrist before he could do so.
“No Papyrus.” He said firmly.
“BUT SANS SHE-.”
“You’ve used too much already.” Sans stated harshly. “let Alphys handle her.” Papyrus continued to fidget, not breaking his worried tired eye sockets away from the struggling Undyne on the couch as he wrung his hands nervously. Sans quickly snapped his gaze over to Frisk who looked stunned as she watched Alphys fret and fumble at the underboss' side.
“Frisk.” Sans called to her, breaking her out of her stupor as her eyes moved from the grizzly scene of the wounded underboss to lock onto Sans pinpricks.
“Frisk, I need you to stay here and help Doctor Alphys for me. Can you do that?” He asked making sure to keep his gaze focused on hers to hold her to reality. Frisk nodded and gathered up her nerve as she moved forward to Alphys’ side.
“Come on Papyrus, let’s go.” Sans gently urged as he took his brothers hand and managed to tear him away from Undyne on the couch.
Though Papyrus followed him, his sockets never left the broken form of the underboss who was now moaning weekly in pain as Alphys tried to dig the bullet out of her sholder. Sans pulled him more fiercely, away from the gruesome sight. He didn’t want Papyrus to have to witness this, he could barely stomach the spectacle. When they finally made it to the quite of Papyrus’ bedroom, Sans was quick to sit his brother down on the bed.
“Bro, get some rest. Your magic is really low.” He instructed. Papyrus swayed in place as he refused to lie down even when Sans tried to push him back on the bed.”
“I-I CANT SLEEP YET SANS.” Papyrus protested. “THERE IS STILL SO MUCH WORK TO DO. EVERYONE- EVERYONE IS COUNTING ON ME.” he said his words now slurred from his exhaustion.
“Everyone’s taken care of Paps.” Sans said calmy, trying again to make papyrus lie down. “You’ve done more than enough for them, you saved everyone.”
“BUT I DIDN’T SANS, THERE WERE THREE MORE…THREE MORE.” Papyrus continued to protest. He was beginning to ramble now and Sans knew that he was becoming delirious. He had worked himself too hard. Sans clenched his teeth. He had to bring Papyrus away from tonight’s events or he would never allow himself the rest that he desperately needed.
“H- hey Paps, Remember when we were little and you used to get nightmares?” Sans said. Papyrus turned to him, his head swaying back and forth slightly as he fixed Sans with a confused expression.
“I used to read to ya, you remember? Sans asked. Papyrus turned away to the far wall as he squinted his eye sockets, trying hard to recover the memory.
“I REMEMBER.” He said a small droopy smile gracing his tired face.
“You still keep that book around too.” Sans said with a forced chuckle as he tried to keep up the lighter atmosphere. “Even though you said you’re too old for bed time stories, you still keep it right by your night stand.” Papyrus seemed to brighten a bit more at the mentioning of his old favorite story book.
“OH YES, IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE LOOKED AT THAT OLD THING. HOW DID IT GO AGAIN?” Papyrus said almost to himself as he tried to remember the words of the story.
“Here bro why don’t I read it to you ?” Sans said as he moved over to the bed side table and opened the top drawer to retrieve the old book, peekaboo with fluffy bunny. Papyrus made a snarky snort of a laugh as he flopped back on his mattress.
“SANS THAT’S FOR BABYBONES. THERE IS NO WAY THAT I WOULD STILL ENJOY THAT STORY.” He stated in a weary voice.
“Awe common Paps, for old times’ sake?” Sans said flashing him a smile. “Why not humor your big brother a little huh?” Papyrus groggily rolled his eye sockets.
“OH ALL RIGHT BUT ONLY A FEW PAGES AND THEN I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK.” Papyrus stated drearily as he stifled a yawn. Sans cleared his throat as he opened up the cover to the first page of the story.
“Peekaboo with fluffy bunny. Fluffy bunny hides away in the garden, oh where, oh where could fluffy bunny be?” He began. “Is she in the wheel barrow? Peekaboo. No she isn’t there.”
“TO OBVIOUS.” Papyrus stated as he settled further into his bed.
“Is she hiding in the flower beds? Peekaboo. No she isn’t there.” Sans continued. “How about the watering can? Peekaboo. No she isn’t there.”
“THIS BUNNY IS VERY CRAFTY INDEED TO HAVE SUCH A GOOD HIDING SPOT.” Papyrus stated as his eye sockets began to droop.
“Is fluffy bunny in the garden shed? Peekaboo. No she isn’t there. Oh where, oh where could fluffy bunny be?” Sans read. “She isn’t anywhere in the garden it seems, and it’s getting late. Soon will have to go to sleep, maybe we will just have to play another day.” Papyrus was barely conscious at this point as his head kept lolling to the side before he would snap it forward again.
“As we settle into the petunia patch and close our eyes for the night, surprise! Peekaboo. There fluffy bunny is, she was hiding in our dreams. Now we can play for the whole night long as we drift away to sleep.” Sans then closed the book as he turned back to his brother who was now snoring softly spread out on his bed. Sans couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.
“Heh, even after all these years it still works like a charm.” He said as he pulled the blanket up snug to his brother’s chin, making sure that all of his long limbs were tucked in. His grin didn’t last however as he remembered the harsh reality that existed just beyond his brothers bedroom door.
He knew that he should go back out and help Alphys with Undyne, but he couldn’t really bring himself to stand as he instead leaned against his brother’s bed frame, still clutching the book tightly to his chest. Tonight had been a little bit more then what he could take. He just needed a little break just a few more minutes in this safe haven before he went out to face off with the nightmares again. Sans then opened the book back to page one. He decided that he would just read it one more time, just to make sure that Paps was well off to dream land, and then… and then he would go back to the waking world.
“Fluffy bunny hides away in the garden, oh where, oh where could fluffy bunny be?” He began.