Art Predictions
“why did you leave?”
A soft voice disturbed your peaceful sleeping, still curled up next to Sans on the couch. While you knew those words weren't supposed to be directed toward anyone, you also knew it was about you. A hand absent-mindedly stroked your hair.
Why would Sans really care if you disappeared? Compared to all his other friends, you were nothing. A nobody. He should probably be thinking ‘good riddance.’ You took weeks to warm up to these friendly people, and you’ll never be completely normal. You were a burden and you were surprised he cared enough to search for you.
“Why does it matter to you?” you answer in a voice equally as quiet. He was stunned to hear a reply. There was no movement, everything stopped. When you opened your eyes to look up at him, he was already meeting your gaze.
“‘cause i care ‘bout you,” he said after what felt like an eternity. He continued to play with your hair since you didn't seem to object.
“now, why did you leave?”
“Impulse.”
“just impulse?”
You thought for a while. Talking about why already sounded horrible. But lying was just something you couldn't do.
“No.”
“then what else? i’m all ears,” you could feel his low chuckle, it was weird.
“Bad feelings,” you wouldn't lie, but you would be as vague as you could. Maybe he'd get the hint that you don't want to talk.
“what kinda bad feelings?” if he got the hint, he didn't care.
You thought about that morning, about exactly what was going on in your mind, “Disappointment. Anger. A little bit of Loneliness. Regret.”
Now it was his turn to be silent. You watched as the light of his eyes flickered around, trying to figure out what to say next. When nothing came up, he just drew you into a tight hug. Which he immediately let go when you let out a cry of pain.
“oh shit, sorry!” he jumped off the couch to make sure he didn’t hurt you too much. You laughed and pushed away his hand, sitting up.
“What’s the time?” you noticed no one else was in the room, Undyne and Alphys must have left at some point.
Sans pulled out his phone to check, “little bit after 10.”
You sighed, the whole day wasn’t wasted, that’s good.
“I haven’t been home in two days. My poor flowers must be so thirsty.” you spoke to yourself, trying to stand up. Pain flowered throughout your whole body, causing you to fall back onto the couch.
I honestly don’t want to spend the whole day here, but my body says otherwise. Great.
“I’m just going to sleep, since I apparently can’t do anything else,” you pouted, laying back down. At least you only hurt when you moved, mostly. You could feel the medicine wearing off, which made sense, since it’s been around six hours since you took them. Drowsiness from first waking up was still there, so falling back asleep was no problem. Before you finally slipped into unconsciousness, you felt something warm and smooth brush against your cheek.
Contrast to the soft voice waking you up earlier, you woke up to several, loud voices. You covered your face with your arm, hoping that would help. Nope, it just made them aware you were awake.
“HUMAN! I WOULD NORMALLY BE VERY CROSS BECAUSE YOU SLEPT ALL DAY, BUT I DO KNOW YOU NEED TO SLEEP TO HEAL!” Papyrus called out. Man, you loved him and all, but his volume was on the edge of giving you a headache.
“‘Morning, Paps,” you groan quietly, sitting up. The pain killers definitely wore off now, you would have to ask for more soon.
“IT’S ALREADY FOUR, IT IS NOWHERE NEAR MORNING!” he crossed his arms, then his eyes went a little wide, “WAIT, DID YOU JUST CALL ME, ‘PAPS’?”
You registered what you had said, then shrugged. You really had to stop moving, “I-I guess I did. S-sorry?”
“NO DON’T BE! I WAS JUST A LITTLE TAKEN ABACK! ANYWAYS! BACK TO WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY! TORIEL AND FRISK ARE HERE AND WOULD LOVE TO CHAT WITH YOU! DO YOU MIND?”
You shook your head, “No, it’s okay. Oh, and P-Papyrus? Could you grab me some medicine while you’re at it?”
“OF COURSE!” and with that, Papyrus was out of the room. Your ears were ringing, he sure does talk loudly. Papyrus and Undyne had the loudest voices, while everyone had somewhat calmer ones. So why had you heard more than one when you woke up if it was just Toriel and Frisk?
Speaking of them, two entered the room, looking remorseful. You beckoned them over to the couch and Frisk sat next to you, with Toriel on the other side of them.
“How are you doing, _____?” she asked once they got situated. Surprisingly, she was the other loud voice. You just realized how much you could hear everything, and how much it hurt. You decided to bear through it to talk to them.
“I could be better, y-you know,” you laughed sheepishly, “I’ll be fine though. Thanks, Sans told me you sort of patched me up.”
She nodded, “Yes of course. Anything for a friend!”
“Oh, he also said you could fix my dress that got torn up? Can you? ‘Cause I really liked that one…” you smiled at her.
“Yes, I can do that,” she returned your smile.
Frisk tugged at your shirt to grab your attention. They gave you a thumbs up before digging through the bag at their feet. They must have just gotten off of school. You watched as they pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you.
When you unfolded it, you were greeted with a drawing of you and everyone. Everyone was smiling, and they drew Sans closest to you, with two blue hearts between the two of you. Of course they knew. You couldn’t help but smile at the picture. It was too cute.
“Oh gosh, Frisk, this is too sweet,” you turn your smile to them, holding the drawing close to your chest.
You spent most of the time chatting, but avoiding anything about the past few days. At least Toriel and Frisk got the hints. Papyrus had came back with medicine, leaving you to start dozing off now that no one was talking to you. The loudness of everything was dying down too thankfully. You reminded yourself to get home soon, and to call in work for awhile.
My phone’s probably dead, isn't it?
You stood up, holding onto the armrest for support. At least you could bare the pain. The three other heads turned to see what you were doing.
“Just trying to find my phone,” you answered the unasked question.
Toriel gave you a concerned look, while Papyrus and Frisk returned to their conversation. You waved away the concern and inched your way out of the room.
“lookin’ for this?” Sans was leaning against the wall, a mug in his hand and your phone in the other. He grinned and handed it to you. While you typed in your jobs number. Sans watched you! drinking from his mug.
Ketchup probably
You called in for just the rest of the week, despite Sans’ quiet protests. Ut felt bad enough to call in, you’re sure you’ll be at least somewhat okay by then.
“You know,” you started after ending the call, “If you’re so worried about my health and safety, why didn’t you bring me to the hospital?”
He almost choked on his drink, “how do you think people would react to a monster carrying in an injured human?”
“Completely normal, for a hospital at least. I’m pretty sure they could care less about who was carrying who, just that someone was hurt!”
“but-”
“No ‘but’s, Sans! It's a good thing I wasn't hurt bad enough that I didn't die, but you seriously risked my life doing that!”
“Tori’s a good healer. she did what she could.”
“And what if we didn't have Toriel, huh?” you looked at the black screen of your phone, gripping it tightly, “What if I did have broken bones? What if I was internally bleeding? There are so many ‘what if’s, it would really just be the best option to have brought me to the hospital. Despite the price, ugh,” you groaned at the thought. Why did health care cost so much?
Sans opened his mouth to say something, but you put up a hand to stop him.
“Don't. I'm not done talking, Sans,” you stared him dead in the eyes. You had no idea why you felt so angry. You just did.
“If my condo to gets worse, or if I get hurt like this again, you’re going to bring me to the hospital.”
He stared back at you in silence. This side to you was pretty rare. The only other time he saw you anywhere close to angry as when you broke down after the first dinner with his friends. But it wasn't dry and tired like this one.
“heh, okay,” he smiled and shrugged.
“S-so,” you almost instantly reverted back to your ‘about to break down at any time’ state, “I guess I’ll go home now since I can walk at least.”
“nah, you’re stayin’ ‘til you’re one hundred percent better.”
“E-excuse me? Wh-what?”
His eye sockets had dimmed to an inky black pit. Oh, he was serious, “i sorta can't trust that you'd be fine by yourself, so you’re staying.”
“S-Sans, I'm an adult. I can take care of myself!” you shot back, ready to go back to the others.
“nope,” he wrapped you up in a hug before you could escape. It was loose, you knew he was worried about hurting you. You smiled.
I wonder if it's possible to get him flustered.
“Hey, with the way you’re acting, it almost seems like we’re dating,” you coo slyly.
“who says we aren’t?”
You were the flustered one instead. Did he mean that? Or was he just playing with you?
“calm down, don’t get your bones rattled over that, i mean it.”
“A-are you so serious?” you felt like you were going to, something. Faint, cry, anything.
“yep. _____, wanna go out with me?”