Warnings: skeleton being beat up, possibility of losing child, humans are jerks, skelepreg
Also, Wic belongs to skelepreg on tumblr, as does Hearther, who will appear later
"Hey freak!" a gruff voice echoed through the empty streets. The tall skeleton turned towards the voice, raising an eyebrow ridge.
"Do you need something, human?" Papyrus asked, switching the heavy bag to his other arm. He was used to the poor names that the humans in this part of town called him.
"Yeah, we got a bone to pick with you!" A higher voice giggled. The tallest of the pack stepped in front of Papyrus, snarling as they poked his swollen mid section. Papyrus backed up slightly, wrapping a protective arm around himself. He glanced around, searching for a way out. Unfortunately, the three humans had surrounded him, which meant the only escape route was the ally way behind him.
"Well, how can I assist you?" The skeleton questioned, deciding to try and take the peaceful way out. The short human on the right smiled at him, but not in a comforting way. This smile was much more… menacing.
"You monsters have caused us humans a lot of problems! Taking our land, stealing our jobs, and now you're buying milk from our gas stations!" they shoved him, making him drop his bag.
"That's not true! We bought our land with our money, and we earned then jobs fair and square! Only a few of us have gotten jobs with humans!" Papyrus protested. The leader slapped him across the side of the face, causing his skull to whip to the side. The other two pushed him to the ground, kicking his skull. The skeleton curled into a ball, trying his best to protect the unborn souling.
"There's already enough monsters crowding up our town, and we sure as hell don't need any others!" The third thug exclaimed, stomping on Papyrus' skull. Papyrus cried out as he felt his skull split.
"Please! Let's just talk about this!" He begged. Another firm kick to the skull, and everything went black.
"-y-rus! Pa-rus!" Papyrus groaned, raising a hand to his skull as the broken screaming echoed in his head. God, it hurt, and he was pretty sure he felt a crack. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the spots from his eyes. After a few minutes, he was barely able to make out a small figure in the darkness.
"Frisk?" he asked. The young teen nodded quickly, their hands flying up as they began rapidly signing. Papyrus squinted, trying to make out what they were saying, but despite the fact they were sitting rather close, he wasn't able to see anything other than a moving blur.
"I can't understand." The skeleton managed to get out. Frisk's face scrunched up. They licked their lips and set their hands down.
"Y-you dis-pear, fore din. Long, no see. Grill get scared. We sa-ch, I 'Ind. You, broke. Sol, Kay?" They started wheezing, quickly covering their mouth with their elbow. Papyrus sat up as soon as he heard the last part, but immediately regretted it.
"Augh!" he cried out, doubling over as a wave of pain washed over him. He pulled his shirt up a bit, looking down at his ectoplasm belly. Then soul was nestled near the top, it's usually bright glow a lot dimmer than he would have liked.
"F-Frisk, I need you to g- ow! Get my phone a-and call W-Wic! A-and get Grillby!" Frisk nodded, a determined look on their face. They pulled the skeleton's phone from his pocket, quickly pulling up the midwife's phone number. They held the phone to their ear as it began ringing, swallowing hard.
"Hello?" A calm voice answered.
"Wic, Pap hurt! Sol, hurt! Pap, crack, lot!" They exclaimed, praying that the candle monster would be able to understand.
"Frisk? Okay, I need you to calm down." Wic responded. Frisk took a deep breath, trying again.
"Pap, pain. Sol, hurt. I call. Need Wic. Then Grill." Frisk explained, fighting the urge to have another coughing fit. They winced as Papyrus let out another scream.
"Okay, put me on the phone with Papyrus. Then I need you to get Grillby. Can you do that for me?" The human clicked their tongue in response, passing the phone to Papyrus before running off to grab the bar tender.
"W-Wic, h-h-help." Papyrus begged, orange tears falling from his eye sockets.
"Breathe, Papyrus. I need you to tell me what happened." the midwife comforted. Papyrus let out a shaky breath, trying to recall the previous events.
"I-I was getting m-augh! Milk, and th-these hum-mans attacked me! I woke u-up in an a- ow! Alley with F-Frisk sc-screaming." Papyrus explained.
"Okay, how long were you out? Are there any cracks?" Wic questioned. Papyrus could hear her moving about her house, gathering her things.
"Tw-two hours? I th-think. I h-have a cr-crack- OW! On my sk-skull." Papyrus leaned against the brick wall, closing his eye sockets in pain.
"Get Grillby to take you home, I'll be there in about ten minutes. You both need to channel magic to the souling." right on que, a bright glow filled the dark alley as Grillby dashed to his husband's side. Toriel followed behind, watching her child as they explained.
"Papyrus!" Grillby called out, kneeling down next to the shaking skeleton. Papyrus weakly smiled up at him.
"W-We need to he-heal the souling." Papyrus choked out. Grillby nodded, placing a warm hand on the exposed stomach. Papyrus closed his eyes and focused, praying as hard as he could that the souling would live.
"My child, text your father that we've found his brother. I need to help heal him." Toriel instructed. Frisk nodded, taking their mother's phone. The goat monster knelt by the couple, placing a glowing paw on the skeleton's skull. Papyrus groaned, trying to channel more magic to the souling. Darnit, why wasn't it responding?
"I-it hurts." Papyrus muttered, leaning against his husband. Grillby wrapped an careful arm around the skeleton.
"Please, Papyrus, hold on." Grillby begged, sooty tears falling from his eyes. God, he couldn't loose Papyrus. He couldn't deal with that, not again.
"I'm sorry." Papyrus muttered, as everything once again faded to black.