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I WILL PROTECT YOU

Papyrus jogged down the stairs, a pep to his step as he was all dressed up to go be trained by Undyne. As he made it down the stairs, however, his joyous attitude groaned on the inside as he saw his older brother laze about on the sofa, watching Mettaton ask the human for cake ingredients.

"The human met Mettaton it seems. Interesting," mumbled Sans towards Papyrus.

Papyrus walked over to stand next to the sofa that was being occupied by a smol skeleton and narrowed his eyes at the screen as he watched Frisk gather milk, sugar, and eggs.

"I THINK THOSE TWO BECAME FRIENDS ALREADY!" enthusiastically shouted Papyrus, his good mood already returning.

"Yep, wouldn't be surprise- what the hell?" Sans quickly changed his tune, sitting up on the sofa in fear for the human who cowered and shook in fear as the rectangular robot came forward with a chainsaw.

"OH NO! THE HUMAN IS IN TROU-" Papyrus was cut off by the sound of a cell phone ringing.

It was coming from the TV since Mettaton and Frisk both stopped. Mettaton held up a finger and answered the phone and waved the chainsaw around a bit while talking.

"Hello? I'm sort of in the middle of something," said Mettaton into the phone.

"Who do you think it is?" whispered Sans.

Papyrus shrugged as he didn't have a clue either.

"Vegan," Mettaton suddenly said. Awkward silence followed after for what felt like hours. "That's a brilliant idea, Alphys! Actually, we have a special human soul flavored canned ingredient just over there on the counter! What are you waiting for, darling? Go ahead and get it!"

The skeleton brothers watched Frisk breathe out a sigh of relief but jumped back as the counter began to shake, and then sky rocketed upwards much to their dismay. Fear was back on their face when Mettaton told them to hurry up and grab it or else they go back to the original plan. Sans and Papyrus' jaw gaped when they saw Frisk's cell phone turn into a jetpack, and were even more surprised at how well they dodged the food Mettaton threw down at them and made it to the can. Papyrus turned off the TV when Frisk landed safely and narrowed his eyesockets at his lazy brother. Sans frowned and shifted on the couch a bit.

"Can you not stare at me like that, bro? You're killin my vibe," asked Sans.

"OH! WELL, WANNA KNOW WHAT'S KILLIN MY VIBE? HOW DIRTY THIS HOUSE IS! WHILE I'M AT UNDYNE'S, I WANT YOU TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS BEFORE I GET BACK!" shouted Papyrus angrily as he went and slammed the door behind him, leaving an annoyed Sans behind him.

Sans huffed as he looked around the house.

"It's not even that dirty. My room is easily ten times worse than this. This? This is livable," muttered Sans under his breath. "But, I want my little bro to be happy, so I'll clean."

Sans started by grabbing a duster and dusted off the furniture, making everything shine. All that was left was underneath the lumpy couch. Sans sweated heavily. He hadn't seen underneath that couch in ages. Who knows what's under it? He could only imagine. Images of large, scary monster eating monsters popped into his mind and he shuddered. Sans scoffed and shook his head, smirking at himself despite the crease in his brow bone and the sweat at his temples.

"C'mon, Sans. Ain't nothing under there that can hurt ya. It's probably just more dust and dirt. Nothing you can't handle. No bones about it, right?" Sans nervously chuckled as he grabbed the broom and dust pan.

Slowly, he lifted the couch with his magic, and set it gently aside. When he glanced down, he shook and fell to the floor.

"No...NO!" shouted Sans as his eye flared up.

Later, Papyrus came skipping home, humming a happy tune.

"GEE! UNDYNE SURE IS THE BEST! SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO GIVE NOOGIE'S!" Papyrus said out loud to himself happily. "I WONDER IF MY LAZYBONES BROTHER EVEN MOVED A MUSCLE. I SHOULDN'T GET MY HOPES UP."

Papyrus' gloved hand went into one of his pockets and pulled out a set of keys, and for a minute he fumbled to find the right key, cursing under his breath here and there until one of the keys turned the lock. When he opened the door, he dropped the keys in surprise. The couch was completely turned over, dust was everywhere, Sans was on the floor foaming out of his mouth, and there was an evil dust bunny hopping everywhere. It looked over at Papyrus as it landed on Sans' chest, and cackled in a dark tone.

OH NO! IT'S THE EVIL DUST BUNNY! I SHALL SAVE YOU, BROTHER!" shouted Papyrus as he lunged for the dust bunny.

By the time Sans woke up, the whole house sparkled and the couch was back where it belonged, with a very tired Papyrus on it. Sans blinked as he looked around.

"What the heck happened?" muttered Sans as he rubbed his aching skull.

He suddenly remembered the dust bunny and was on high alert.

"DON'T WORRY, DEAR BROTHER. I TOOK CARE OF THAT EVIL DUST BUNNY. FROM NOW ON, WE CLEAN TOGETHER SO I CAN PROTECT YOU," tiredly promised Papyrus.

"Tch, I wasn't scared. I was just so lazy I fell asleep," scoffed Sans.

Papyrus didn't say anything. He didn't have to. He knew his older brother well enough to know he wasn't telling the truth. Sans turned away and shoved his hands into his pocket. When he heard Papyrus lightly snoring, he turned his head to look back at his awesome younger brother, and he smiled gratefully.

"Thank you," Sans whispered.