[ his hand clenches the fabric of his scarf. Weakly, he tries to reason with himself. He knows that this hurts me. A voice dances in his mind. It is okay, it cries quietly. He wants this. He knows you will not do anything. The smile on Sans' face twists, and twist, and twists as if it would circle his own, self-centered head. He is egging you on.
little brother.
A memory. "BUT SANS IS A VERY GREAT BROTHER! THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I, A SMALLER, GREAT-GROWING PAPYRUS, HAD GOTTEN LOST IN WATERFALL. SANS CAME AND FOUND ME!
HE LOOKED SO WORRIED. I RECALL ENCOURAGING HIM THAT I WAS ALRIGHT, AND I WAS DEFINITELY NOT LOST! EXTREMELY COMFORTED BY MY AMAZING WORDS, WE WENT HOME TOGETHER!
I LEARNED LATER THAT HE HAD LOOKED FOR ME.
His hand lifts. Fingertips straighten. A plate-less hand wavers for only a second.
HE WAS AFRAID THAT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED
Fingers clench.
AND I HAD FALLEN INTO HARMS WAY.
Face feels hot.
HE HAS ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR ME. SURELY, THE DEFINITION OF A 'BEST FRIEND', THOUGH...I DO NOT HAVE MANY FRIENDS TO COMPARE TO. HE REMINDS ME HOW GREAT AND COOL I AM WHEN SOMETIMES, I DO NOT FEEL GREAT OR COOL.
HE IS TRULY THE BEST BROTHER A GREAT SKELETON COULD ASK FOR.
A flash of blue envelops Sans' smaller body. Papyrus' head hangs low, his entire body tense and bristling with energy. He can't even trust himself to handle situations like this. Can't trust his real to protect himself-- can't trust Sans to be anything but cruel. To say anything remotely kind.
He's a fool. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? What was holding him back? Feelings? For a being who exists purely to hate him? Jealousy? For a relationship that he's never even technically had? A sharp laugh escapes his throat and his head shakes back and forth.
Everyone can be cruel. Everyone is cruel. Everyone will be cruel.
Of this, Papyrus will never doubt, ever again. ]
Brother. [ the word is repeated lowly. A growl. A warning. ]
/weakly falls onto face
little brother.
A memory. "BUT SANS IS A VERY GREAT BROTHER! THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I, A SMALLER, GREAT-GROWING PAPYRUS, HAD GOTTEN LOST IN WATERFALL. SANS CAME AND FOUND ME!
HE LOOKED SO WORRIED. I RECALL ENCOURAGING HIM THAT I WAS ALRIGHT, AND I WAS DEFINITELY NOT LOST! EXTREMELY COMFORTED BY MY AMAZING WORDS, WE WENT HOME TOGETHER!
I LEARNED LATER THAT HE HAD LOOKED FOR ME.
His hand lifts. Fingertips straighten. A plate-less hand wavers for only a second.
HE WAS AFRAID THAT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED
Fingers clench.
AND I HAD FALLEN INTO HARMS WAY.
Face feels hot.
HE HAS ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR ME. SURELY, THE DEFINITION OF A 'BEST FRIEND', THOUGH...I DO NOT HAVE MANY FRIENDS TO COMPARE TO. HE REMINDS ME HOW GREAT AND COOL I AM WHEN SOMETIMES, I DO NOT FEEL GREAT OR COOL.
HE IS TRULY THE BEST BROTHER A GREAT SKELETON COULD ASK FOR.
A flash of blue envelops Sans' smaller body. Papyrus' head hangs low, his entire body tense and bristling with energy. He can't even trust himself to handle situations like this. Can't trust his real to protect himself-- can't trust Sans to be anything but cruel. To say anything remotely kind.
He's a fool. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? What was holding him back? Feelings? For a being who exists purely to hate him? Jealousy? For a relationship that he's never even technically had? A sharp laugh escapes his throat and his head shakes back and forth.
Everyone can be cruel. Everyone is cruel. Everyone will be cruel.
Of this, Papyrus will never doubt, ever again. ]
Brother. [ the word is repeated lowly. A growl. A warning. ]