Only called Edge when with Blueberry and Error.
Why is it so cold? How does he sleep in here?
Nightmares.
He doesn't. Who's the idiot now, Papyrus?
Shut up.
You shut up. Bitch, I am you. Don't tell me to shut up.
So you're an idiot too, then.
No. I'm just the smarter version. I'm a new invention called 'Your Fucking Conscience.'
I don't need a conscience.
Papyrus, everyone has a conscience.
Are all consciences as sassy as you are? Or is that just me?
That really depends on what the person displays to others. If you treat Sans the way you do, that's how I'm gonna treat you. For as long as you've done it to him.
Papyrus growled and looked at his sleeping brother again, making sure he was alright. But he wasn't concerned. Just making sure.
That's what you tell yourself...
Papyrus fidgeted uncomfortably and went downstairs to make soup for his brother, if he woke up anytime soon. He soon returned with it and gently shook Sans awake, hating the way his brother flinched when he saw Papyrus's face looming over him.
"Wh-?" Sans questioned when he saw the bowl of soup being held out by Papyrus.
"Eat. It's good for you."
"Uh... O-okay, Boss," Sans said, and hesitantly, with shaking hands that Papyrus took care not to notice, took the bowl from his brother. Papyrus stared him down until he ate all of it (it wasn't even that much) and took the bowl back to the kitchen. Sans had buried himself under his blanket again and Papyrus decided that this room would not work anymore for a sick Sans.
"Sans," Papyrus called.
"Mghff?"
"Get up."
He poked his head out of the covers, tiredly looking at Papyrus, but got up anyway. Papyrus scooped him up in a bridal carry and began carrying the very frightened Sans to his room.
"U-uh, B-B-Boss? W-wh-what...?"
Papyrus said nothing and continued down the stairs.
"O-okay, p-please, B-Boss... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Don't... no... please..." Sans began shaking and pushing against his brother, trying to escape.
"Oh... oh, God... I'm sorry, Pap- B-BOSS! BOSS! I'M SORRY!" Sans had risen to hysterics now, tears streaming down his face as he tried frantically to escape from Papyrus.
Papyrus looked at him strangely and shoved a bottle of mustard into his mouth.
"Mghfff!"
"Shush, Sans. Eat. I'm only bringing you to my room. It's much warmer in there, anyways. I don't know how you sleep in that room of yours."
"Mfgshs?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Papyrus set him down on the bed and Sans ripped the now-empty mustard bottle out of his mouth.
"W-why are y-you..."
"Hush, Sans. Sleep now." Papyrus pulled the blankets over his brother, who tried to protest, but realised-
"Y-you put a sl-sleeping... drug... in m-my..."
"I just wanted you to calm down. Sleep now, Sans."
"But I... I... h-have... 'm n-not..." he yawned, "t-tired..."
Sans fell asleep.
Papyrus laughed softly at his brother, a genuine laugh he hadn't laughed in forever, and left to go do some errands.
Sans woke to being in Papyrus's bed?
So many places he shouldn't be waking up, damn.
Wait.
I'm...
In...
The Boss's...
Bed.
Sans snapped awake and tumbled to the floor in order to get out of the bed that was not rightfully his.
Fuck, that hurt...
Slowly, he dragged himself upstairs, into his room, and saw a note on his door.
Sans! In no way are you to sleep in this room until you are back to good health. You are to sleep in my room. This is not a question. It is an order.
-Papyrus
Sans groaned and went inside to grab his scratchy blanket and somehow ended up in Papyrus's room again without having passed out. But he felt like he was about to. Shuffling to the smallest corner of the room, he laid down his blanket and laid on the carpet, happy that it wasn't too uncomfortable. He wrapped himself in his blanket and went back to sleep.
Sans felt the warm next to him, like maybe an opposite Chillby. Instinctively he reached out towards it and wrapped his own shivering body around it, and he was so comfortable, he could just lie here for ages...
"...Sans?"
Slowly he opened his eyes and saw Papyrus staring down at him in confusion. He looked at his own hands and realized they were wrapped around his brother.
And he was in Papyrus's bed.
"...Uh..."
HE WAS IN PAPYRUS'S BED, TOUCHING HIM.
FUCKING TOUCHING HIM.
CUDDLING. SNUGGLING.
"OHMYGODOHSHITIMSOSORRYPLEASEDONTHURTME" Sans yelled at the top of his metaphorical lungs as he literally jumped four feet into the air and onto the floor in Papyrus's room. He frantically crawled back to the corner where he had fallen asleep last night and held up his blanket in front of his body, as if it would protect him. He began hacking and spitting out blood again as he cowered in the corner.
"Sans!" Papyrus called out, coming to him. Sans flinched and braced himself for anything, a hit, a terrible comment, a degrading punishment... anything...
But definitely not a hug.
He jerked his head up from between his hands and felt the constricting limbs surrounding him, tensing, waiting for the hand to go to his rib and start twisting, making him cry out in agony, pleading for his brother to stop but he never did, just kept twisting, that sadistic smile on his face as his older brother tried to use anything he had against him, but always failing, eventually passing out from the pain and having to re-adjust the rib himself when he woke, and still have to go to work after that...
"Sans," he heard Papyrus sob over his own hysterical sobs, "I'm so sorry."
