Chapter 1- Bad dreams and a Big Brothers Comfort

Okay guys, this is my first undertale story, so please don't judge too harshly. This is just the beginning chapter, so hopefully, the others will get better and longer. But until then, PLEASE ENJOY!

"…Sans…"

Sans groaned quietly, just barely waking from a faint voice that called his name.

"..Sans!"

As Sans felt himself waking up more little by little, the voice became louder and clearer.

"Sans!"

He could tell who it was now. It was his younger brother Papyrus. He felt some tugging on his sweatshirt, and heard Papyrus calling out his name again, and this time, he could hear a small sob come from him. That's what got Sans to fully wake up…well, almost fully.

Sans's eye sockets snapped open, revealing the darkness of the night sky. His attention automatically went to the young skeleton who was shivering and sobbing all at the same time.

"Saaans!" The small skeleton cried out quietly, and held his hands out for comfort. Sans reacted immediately, sitting up, wrapping his arms around Papyrus and pulling him close.

"Hey, hey it's alright. I'm right here. What's wrong?" Sans tried to comfort is brother, rubbing the back of Papyrus's skull gently. Papyrus choked out another sob before speaking.

"I…I had another bad dream…" The child whispered, burying himself further into the light blue sweatshirt that Sans wore. Sans only held him closer while trying to comfort him.

"Shhh…It's alright…the bad dream is over…you're okay…we're okay…"

It's been happening for the past few months, Papyrus's nightmares. Sans never understood why he was having them, but he understood that they were really scaring the young skeleton. Sans hated seeing his younger brother cry, especially so often. He wished these dreams would go away, and then Papyrus could have normal happy dreams that all the other children had. Though that was probably not going to happen so soon. Especially since Papyrus was always teased by the other kids for his kindness and looks. It wasn't his fault he had to wear the same, slightly dirty clothes every day. They didn't have enough money to have what the others did, like new clothes, or comfy beds…or even a house…They only had enough to pay for food, blankets, and on very rare occasions a night at the Inn. Neither of them seemed to care so much at where they stayed or what they wore, but the other children apparently did…It drove Sans crazy knowing that kids around would pick on his younger brother just for what he had. If he could, he would have made sure that none of them bothered anyone again…but he knew that they were kids, and hurting kids, no matter what, was always wrong, and illegal, and the last thing he needed right now was to get into trouble.

What Sans feared most wasn't the fact that Papyrus had bad dreams often, it was the fact that it was always the same dream; Papyrus watched shakily as his brother defended him. He didn't know who it was, but he couldn't ever make out the face of whoever it was, but he knew this person was bad. In is dream, this person had killed off everyone who loved and hated him, and always went after the two last. Sans would stand up to protect him, but he was defeated quickly, but the scene always played his death slowly and painfully, and forced Papyrus to watch his older brother turn to dust right in front of him…the dream always ended with the person run up to Papyrus and black out right before he got stabbed…her was stuck in this constant, horrific replay almost every night, and Sans could do nothing to help it. What was worse, Papyrus blamed himself in those dreams…

Sans felt his younger brothers tears start to seep through his sweatshirt. He took his brothers lower chin and gently raised it so Papyrus was looking up at him. He gave him a small, gentle and reassuring smile, and wiped the tears away from the younglings eyes. Papyrus sniffled once more as Sans spoke.

"Hey…you remember what I told you…right?" he asked. Papyrus nodded a little, then looked down.

"Dreams aren't real…" He replied quietly, wiping his eyes a bit with his dirt gloves.

"And what is real..?"

"…Now is real…"

"That's right…now is real…so don't worry, little bro, everything will be fine…" Sans lightly smiled at him. Papyrus glanced downward, and felt more tears start to well up in his eye sockets. He buried himself in Sans's jacket again. Sans's smile disappeared, and he closed his eyes while rubbing the child's shaky back.

"I…I'm sorry Sans…" Papyrus choked out after a moment. Sans opened his eyes again. He pulled Papyrus so he was looking him in the eye again.

"Paps, it wasn't your fault. It is never your fault…" Sans stated in a firm tone. Papyrus looked down, and sniffled a bit.

"B…but…I-I couldn't protect yo-"

"Papyrus, it's only a dream…and what have a told you?"

"Dreams aren't real…I..I know but-"

"That's right. Dreams aren't real…so don't get too caught up in them…Paps, you can't blame yourself for something that isn't real…especially something like that…"

Papyrus stayed silent for a moment, his tears had dried up, and his sniffles died down. Sans sighed and rubbed the top of Papyrus's skull.

"Everything will be okay…" Sans whispered to him softly, and help him close again. Papyrus wrapped his arms around his older brother and buried his face in the jacket. They stayed like that for a few moments.

"Brother…?" Papyrus said after a little while

"What is it, bro?" Sans replied, tiredness easily showing in his tone.

"Can we go into town in the morning?" He asked. Sans smiled a little.

"heh…sure Paps. We can go tomorrow. Maybe we can head to Grilby's for a small snack."

Papyrus seemed to enjoy that idea, as his eyes lit up a bit. He nodded a bit excitedly, before noticing how tired his older brother was. He smiled, and rubbed his eye a little. Sans laid back, and Papyrus laid next to him. Sans pulled him close before covering themselves back up in their blankets, and slowly dozing off.

"Goodnight, brother…" Papyrus whispered.

"Goodnight, Paps…"