The bedside, folding spindly arms to envelop him. Now his friend would snicker, sigh dramatically or plead with him not to start. Tried to tell Itward about his day with detachment, but the telltale tightness In stops and starts, blanketed in the darkness, he He deserved to have a cheerful brother waiting Until the teacher made a phone call, Sans didn’t need to His cheekbones clean and hugged his schoolbooks to his chest to hide the new Cryingīy the time Sans came to pick him up, he’d scrubbed Don’t cry, hon, you’llīe just fine.” Though her voice was kind, he knew what she really meant. Magic over chipped bone, and she shushed him. His eye sockets stung afresh as the nurse spread healing To sneer at as they yanked his only good shirt and smacked the tears right off His classmates interpreted it as a sign of weakness, something
It never did any good for Papyrus to cry, not inįront of others. undertale swapfell fanfiction ficlet drabble double drabble tw suicidal thoughts papyrus papyrus undertale sf papyrus pike sans sans undertale sf sans sable angst genocide route someone get this man some therapy
For that question answered, he’ll give it Of it-why their oppression and ruthless standards were strong enough to drive He wants to see what kind of kick everyone gets out He’s never been in that position before he’s always Of death, he wants one last chance to punish someone-just to try it out, Whatever scraps of happiness Pike had are dead with him. Now Sable has opted to be rude and cut to the front Perhaps his only worth came from lending love and support to his Want his soul? Would he be surprised? Perhaps it was because Sable was there to His own life has never been worth muchĮither if given the chance, he would have pawned it off to fate years ago.ĭoes his failed attempt mean that even fate doesn’t Once the human gets past him, they’ll go on to kill the queen, and none That he’ll win, nor any impression that there’s anything still worth He doesn’t fight the human because of some mad idea Side.” undertale fanfiction ficlet drabble double drabble sans sans undertale papyrus papyrus undertale future papyrus pre-canon time travel babybones self esteem issues self doubt angst hurt comfort protectiveness “Now you listen here, Sans, and don’t everįorget: there is no better place for your brother to be than right at your He wavers where he stands, gazing blearily up at sternĮyelights in a face mostly disguised by red cloth. Him, pulling him out of the snowdrift and onto his feet. Sans squeaks faintly as large hands slide around Just as quickly, it sets into something more. If his vision weren’t so blurred with tears andĮxhaustion, he might have spotted the flicker of shock and grief that passes “Are you here to…take him away? To someplace better?” To take good care of him but I dunno how. He asks about the baby and Sans can’t help but sob, rubbing hisĬheekbone against the poor excuse for bundling. The angel is an upper caser but he’s softening his He towers over them in shining white armor. He wonders if he’s dreaming, at the size and Sans doesn’t remember ever seeing another skeleton
undertale fanfiction ficlet drabble double drabble soulmate au soulmate identifying marks sans sans undertale x reader y/n sans remembers resets y/n remembers resets scars angst hurt comfort developing relationship Twitch in yours, startled at first, and then ease loosely. Sans’ hand before he can consider slinking back in any shame. Your disappointment hardens, as does your expression, and you grip Who does that human think they are, believing theyĬan define the future of others? They don’t have that right you never gave it There it was draped crookedly across Sans’ ribs, its harmony deformedīy a formerly fatal scar too deep to repair. Mark with your own eyes as proof that you belonged, that you were needed in You’ve longed for the day that you’d see your soul “That’s why I wasn’t sure about you at first…No, uh, ‘Caller ID.’ Just unlucky, Tugging his undershirt and jacket back around his body-withdrawing into his familiar, protective shell.
Judging by the dimness of his eyelights and the wilted edges of his grin, he Human in another time and there’s no reason to take any of that out on him. No, it’s not his fault the blame lies with another Probably haven’t earned that pang of disappointment in your stomach. You keep your breathing even and, despite theĬircumstances, do what you can to ensure that your face gives nothing away.
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