"Your pregnancy is moving along well. This is the longest one so far."
Sans sat on the medical bed, impatient for the exam to end. It was nearly time for bed, which meant that human would be waiting for him. She was all he could think about these days. Just seeing her was enough to make everything okay, even if he knew they never would be. He never told her, or rather showed her, the things he'd done or been through. She did not know about the child or about the human he killed. He couldn't let her know. She was the one thing he didn't want to lose because of Gaster. She was his angel.
Gaster placed a gentle hand Sans' thigh. He'd been touching Sans more and more as time passed. He hadn't done… that since he'd been pregnant, but only because the child couldn't handle it. Too much magic was exchanged. Sans could tell he wanted to though.
"Come along now, my son. It is time for bed."
My son. Sans would rather he kept touching him that call him that. He never spoke to Papyrus that way. He hated how kind Gaster was (or at least pretended to be) to him. It was almost like the sick bastard had actually grown emotionally attached to Sans. That made Sans more sick than anything else. Sans jumped off the table and obediently went with him. Gaster kept a hand on Sans' back as he escorted him. Sans itched with the urge to break that hand, but he restrained himself. Everything would be better soon. Soon he would see his angel again.
As usual, Papyrus was asleep when they arrived. He'd been sent ahead after his daily injection. Gaster had been working him more and more physically as he got bigger, leaving him completely drained by the time they were done. Sans didn't mind. It meant that Papyrus wouldn't notice him talking to his angel. Sans wondered if Papyrus was still angry, then sighed. Of course Papyrus was still angry. Gaster, predictably, did not keep his word to release him. Gaster never admitted to breaking anything, saying that the deal was if Papyrus killed the human, not Sans. Papyrus blamed Sans, despite the fact that his brother had saved his life.
She was already waiting for him when the door opened. Sans had to force himself not to smile. Gaster and Papyrus couldn't see her, furthering Sans belief that she was just a figment of his imagination. Sans really didn't care at that point. He waited until the door closed behind him to dart forward. For the next couple of hours, he let all of his pain slip away.
Xxx
Gaster watched the screen before him. In it, Sans was staring at the mirror. He watched as the skeleton drew a picture and showed it to the mirror, as if someone was there. Gaster frowned and glared at the screen as if it offended him. He had feared the worse when Papyrus had told him about Sans' nightly activities. He placed a hidden camera in the room, hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't. It was just as he had feared.
He could not let this continue.
Xxx
Sans stood beside operating table, holding Papyrus' hand as he screamed in pain. He was retrained to keep himself front hurting himself as the DETERMINATION tortured his soul. Today was the biggest injection thus far. The red glow emanating front him was harsher than ever. Tears streamed down Papyrus' face as he begged and pleaded for it to end.
"KILL ME! PLEASE JUST KILL ME! I CAN'T- I CAN'T- MAKE IT STOP!"
Gaster was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared about an hour ago; two hours after he had performed the injection. Sans wish he would return. He had never been so terrified. Papyrus had never reacted like this before, nor had it ever lasted this long. Tears streamed down his face when he realized he very well may have been losing his brother.
"You- you have to hold on," Sans sobbed. "P-please. You can't- you can't leave me, okay? I'm right here."
Sans released his hand, which caused Papyrus to cry louder.
"DON'T LEAVE ME!" Papyrus screamed at the top of his lungs. "DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I'm not leaving, Paps. I'm not," Sans promised as he climbed up onto the bed. It was awkward, but Sans managed to lay next to his brother on the bed. He wrapped his arms around his body, which was shaking violently. Sans sobbed and pressed his neck into Papyrus' neck.
"Don't leave me," sans whispered into his neck. He repeated the words into his neck like a mantra. He lost track of time as they laid there. Sans almost didn't notice when the glowing began to dim. Still, he refused to let go until Papyrus' screams turned into quiet sobs and he shook front exhaustion and not from pain. Sans lifted himself up onto his elbow so he could meet Papyrus' eyes. He was conscious, but just barely. Sans placed a gentle hand on his cheekbone and Papyrus pressed lightly into his hand.
Sans jumped when he heard the door open behind him. He practically leapt of the bed to turn and fix Gaster with a furious glare. Gaster raised a brow at him and ignored him as he walked over to the bed. Sans' eyes never left him as he examined Papyrus.
"Your brother will remain here tonight," Gaster said. "I'll need to keep him under observation. I will take you to your room."
"I'm staying here," Sans said firmly. Gaster looked up at him.
"That is not for you to decide," Gaster said coldly.
"I am staying with my brother," Sans hissed.
Sans forced himself not to flinch when he felt Gaster grab ahold of his soul. He was lifted into the air until he was eye level with Gaster.
"I believe we all know how fond I have become of you," Gaster said, "But that does not give you the right to defy me. This will be your only warning."
Sans glared back defiantly. Gaster didn't let Sans down, but rather dragged him out of the room and down to his room. Gaster left sans go in the doorway and shoved him in. Sans suspected that Gaster would have thrown him in if he weren't concerned by his HP and the child. Sans glared at the door as it shut behind him. He was going to kill him, Sans decided. He didn't care if his angel would be disappointed. If anyone deserved to die, it was that monster.
Sans took a breath. His angel was no doubt waiting for him and he didn't want her to see him like that. It took a few minutes before he felt he was calm enough. His hands still shook, but it was manageable. He turned around.
The mirror was gone.
The scream that escaped his throat was worse than any scream that had come front Papyrus in the last few hours. He spun around the room in panic, hoping futilely that it had only been moved. He ran to the door and began to pound on the door.
"GIVE HER BACK!" he screeched. "GIVEHERBACKGIVEHERBACKGIVEHERBACK!"
He continued to screech until there were no longer any discernible words coming from him. Gaster couldn't take her away from him. He needed her. He couldn't do this without her. He screamed his rage at the door until he couldn't go on any longer and collapsed. Rage and panic blurred his vision. He was hyperventilating, despite not needing to breath (he was a skeleton after all). In his mind, there was only hatred. Hatred for him.
And that evil parasite in his chest.
His vision turned red. How dare this… this… thing leech off of him, feeding off his magic. This thing that he put there. This thing that was part of him. Hadn't he taken enough front him? Fine. If it wanted his magic, it could have it. Blinded by rage, he began to channel all his magic to it. He didn't react to its distress as it began to drown in magic. He didn't care. He just wanted to be free if him.
He felt it shatter.
It was a startlingly sudden change. One minute, he was filled with so much rage he felt like he was going to burst, the next he felt nothing. What had happened? He felt dazed. What was he doing? What did he do?
Horror filled him.
What did he do?
Xxx
Gaster cursed under his breath. When he removed the mirror, he could never have predicted what Sans had done. They had finally conceived a child strong enough to handle Sans' magic, only to have it end like this. On the screen, Sans' have curled into himself. His back shook as he cried-
Gaster straitened in his seat. That didn't sound like crying. He stood up quickly and went for the door. He turned the knob. The door didn't budge. He tried to push it open again. Something was blocking it from the other side. He really wished the moron who put the door in so it opened backwards was still alive so he could dust him again.
