***Hello, everyone! This is the third time that I've had to type this up and I'm getting annoyed with my computer. But hopefully, it will work this time. Anyways, Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Toriel belong to Toby Fox, the doctor belongs to me, and let's roll!
Chapter One: Feeling Funny
Papyrus was usually an early riser. He would get up bright and early, every day, out of habit. Even on the rare occasion that he got sick.
But this time, he woke up and felt achy all over. So, he just laid in bed for maybe ten more minutes before he knew he would either fall back asleep or go crazy from how much he'd begun to hurt.
At last, he forced himself out of bed, stiffness an obstacle. He smoothed out his orange, bone-patterned pajamas and went out of his room. He had to use his gloved (even in his sleep, he wore his gloves and scarf) hand to balance himself against the wall.
He looked into the bedroom next to his. Sans and Toriel were fast asleep together. Papyrus kept walking past them.
"Papyrus?" The voice belonged to Frisk. They were already awake and drawing.
"Oh! Hello and good morning, small human!" Papyrus said brightly. He walked (or rather, limped) into the bedroom.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Frisk asked.
"Nonsense! The Great Papyrus is fine and dandy!" Papyrus lied.
"Do you wanna hang out with me? We can draw together. And... you kinda look like you need to sit down," Frisk said.
So, Papyrus limped into Frisk's room and sat down on their bed. He wouldn't say it out loud, but it was a welcome relief to actually sit. "So, what are we drawing?" he asked.
"Whatever you want. I was drawing you, coincidentally," Frisk said.
"Wowie! How very kind of you! Then I will have to draw you in a kind return. Give me some crayons and some paper, take a pose, and the Great Papyrus will make you into a masterpiece!" Papyrus said. He was then given a piece of paper, a box of crayons, and a book to bear down on.
"Make me look nice," Frisk said. They sat cross-legged, fixed their hair a bit, and smiled.
"In the words of Mettaton," Papyrus said, "I will make you fabulous!"
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After a while, Papyrus and Frisk had drawn each other successfully.
"I shall hang it up in my room later!" Papyrus said.
"I think we have some tape downstairs in the kitchen drawer. Wanna go get it now?" Frisk asked.
"Of course," Papyrus said.
Frisk went down the stairs just fine.
Papyrus, however, fell right down the stairs. "Ow..." he whined when he'd hit the bottom.
"Um... Papyrus? Your arm?" Frisk said nervously.
Come to think of it, his lower-left arm did hurt the most.
Well, maybe that was because it was broken clean in half on the right side.
"OH MY GOD! SANS!" Papyrus yelled.
Sans (and Toriel, who'd also been woken up) both came. "Yeah, whazzup?" Then, he saw what was up. "Holy-!" He went down the stairs.
"Come on, Paps. I'll getcha to the ER," he said.
"Be careful with me, my everything hurt," Papyrus said as he was helped up.
"I guess we'll... get that checked out too," Sans said. So, he and Papyrus headed out the door.
Frisk went back to Toriel, leaning into her side. She put her arm around them.
"Do not worry, my child. It is a broken bone. You broke your elbow a few months ago, and you are fine now," she reasoned.
Frisk moved their right arm, recalling the unfortunate incident with the school monkey bars.
"I guess so."
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After getting to the hospital, Papyrus' broken arm was reset (which hurt quite a lot) and put into a cast and sling. He was now sitting on an examination table, trying not to acknowledge the stiffness and soreness of the rest of his body. He already had a broken arm, for Christ's sake!
"Hey, bro. Come over here," Sans said.
Having to use a bit of effort, Papyrus got off of the table and walked over to his older brother, who was now sitting in a chair to the side of the examination room. "What is it?" he asked.
Sans whipped out a permanent marker from his jacket (yes, he'd put it on over his night shirt) pocket. "Bend down. I gotta sign your cast," he said. He knew that it wasn't really an "adult" thing to do, but he saw himself as more of a big kid anyways.
And Papyrus really was a big kid. "Okay! But no puns," he said.
"Wouldn't dream of it. Tibia honest, I was thinking you'd trust me, your bone-ly brother, by now. But I can cast those hopes away now," Sans said, signing his name as he spoke.
"Alright. Your name is short, you shouldn't have this much time to make the Great Papyrus' morning worse than it already had been with this many puns!" Papyrus snapped. He went back to the examination table.
Sans only grinned.
It was then that the doctor came back.
"Hello, boys," she said kindly.
"Hello!" Papyrus said brightly, shooting his good hand up to wave but instantaneously regretting it, letting his entire arm go limp with a wince. When it smacked against the table, both Sans and the doctor jumped. "The Great Papyrus did not anticipate such pain..." Papyrus whimpered.
"Do you think you hurt your other arm in your nasty fall down the stairs that you told me about?" the doctor asked.
"He did say that his everything was hurting," Sans recalled.
"And I'm also stiff and tired and it's no good!" Papyrus added.
The doctor tapped at her cheek. "Come to think of it, I did notice some strangeness in your bone structure before I put you in that cast. I chalked it up to you being a monster-no offense-but since you've mentioned that..." she trailed off.
Papyrus and Sans alike began to get worried. "What?" Papyrus asked. "What's wrong with my brother?" Sans asked, although he was a bit more demanding about it.
The doctor wasn't at all intimidated; rather, she opened the door of the examination room.
"If you'll come with me?"
***And... I'm going to have to leave you there. I had to science quite a bit for this chapter, as well as future chapters. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!