Chapter 7: Safety

As they pulled up to the house, the front alarms went off inside the house, giving the three a loud-ear-ringing welcome. Papyrus placed Sans on the couch with the bloody sheet, grabbing the med-kit in the downstairs bathroom. "Alright, but we have to take this off so I can look at it, okay?" Papyrus asked, Sans stroking the scarf and nodding slowly to him. Papyrus then peeled the bloody sheet from Sans' arm, a small bit of scab coming off along with it. Sans clenched his teeth a little tighter, holding his breath as Papyrus poured a little bit of alcohol onto the wound. When Papyrus began to wrap the new bandages around Sans' arm, he noticed something different glowing from the monster's soul. The larger crack that had been there before was only half-there, as if it had sealed up somehow. Suddenly, Undyne came crashing through the front door, her fists raised. As a taller woman with a half-shaved red haired, blue eyed head, muscles and an incredibly loud voice. "Where is she?" Undyne shouted as Alphys came running down the stairs. "Hello, Undyne." Papyrus said as Undyne gave Alphys a big kiss on the forehead. "So, what's the issue here with the 'skeleton'?" Undyne asked, looking towards the couch with the big blanket sitting atop Sans. Her eyes locked with his, burning holes into his eye sockets with her glare. Only his eyes were showing, tiny pinpricks of white in the blue blanket's shadow. "Don't scare him, Undyne. Stop staring, you're making him uncomfortable." Alphys said, turning to face Sans. "That's the skeleton? I expected something a little more...boney." Undyne said, Papyrus walking over to the big pile of blankets sitting on the couch. "It's okay, Sans. This is Undyne. She's going to help you just as much as we are." Papyrus whispered into the blanket, watching it shift slightly. "Uh, hey! I'm Undyne! Captain of the Detroit Police Department, or Royal Guard, you can call it either!" Undyne smiled, stepping closer. Sans was beginning to shake, his eyes tearing up with cyan droplets. She reminded him of his Undyne: strong, healthy, red hair, blue eyes, everything alike his own. He missed her teasing and uncomfortably-tugging-at personality, or stare. Sans shifted as Undyne sat next to him, looking directly into his eyes. "Sans, you can come out, now." Papyrus said, reaching up to grab the top of the blanket from Sans' head. He gently pushed it back, revealing the top of Sans' white polished skull. "Wow, you really are a skeleton! Man, how are you even alive?" Undyne asked, laughing slightly at his size. Sans turned and looked up at her, eyes tearing up again. "Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry, little guy! Come here!" Undyne said, wrapping Sans in a tight hug. "I am so going to ship this!" Alphys giggled, pulling out her phone. Just as she was about to take a picture, Papyrus jumped up and grabbed her phone, racing down the hall. "Papyrus! Come back here with my phone!" Alphys cried, racing after him. "No way! I've had enough of your ships!" Papyrus rang back, passing by the couch. "So, what did Gaster do to you? We're going to need to do some things in order to take him to court. Will you be okay with that?" Undyne asked as a taller man, much broader, walked in. "Asgore Dreamer, good to see you. This is our client, Sans." Undyne said, watching as Asgore looked down at the small skeleton. "Do not worry. We will have your case fixed and Gaster will pay for his crimes against you. We will make sure of that." Asgore said, bending down and patting Sans' skull. "You aren't afraid?" Sans asked quietly. "Oh, no. I am always interested in the clients we have, you being the most remarkable yet. We will make sure that you have your rights and will be protected before the court." Asgore said, smiling softly. "The first thing we need are pictures of you and the injuries. And some documentations of some questions. We can do that tomorrow, so now, you can get some sleep." Undyne said, standing up as Papyrus came around the corner. "You understand everything, right, Sans?" Papyrus asked, Sans nodding as he looked down at the scarf. Papyrus carried Sans up to bed, placing him under the silk covers with much care. "Papyrus?" Sans quiet voice asked behind him. "Yeah, Sans?" Papyrus asked back, turning around. In his head, Papyrus saw Sans' little boney body curled under the sheets in a crescent moon, his little head poking out from under the sheets. "Will you stay with me? Just for tonight?" Sans asked, his little voice shaking. "Yeah, sure. I have a few things to do, right now. But, I'll come up and join you in a few hours, okay?" Papyrus offered, Sans' little hand wrapping around his wrist. "Promise?" Sans asked, his eyes boring holes into Papyrus' heart. "I promise." Papyrus smiled, pulling out of Sans' grasp lightly. He made his way downstairs to the kitchen where Undyne and Alphys were waiting for him. "You are so in love with him!" Alphys giggled, tapping away at her phone screen. "Am not! I am so tired of your ships, I might as well just post stuff about your little love story, too!" Papyrus smiled, pulling out his phone. He knew Alphys basically lived off the internet and social media accounts she had, so ruining her life wouldn't be too hard. "Don't you dare do that. I will mess you up if you ruin my baby's reputation, you little nerd!" Undyne shouted, tackling Papyrus to the floor. "Aw! I didn't know you loved her that much, Undyne! What about a few lines of love for the world to see?" Papyrus teased as Undyne began to tickle him. He cried out in happiness as they fought, teasing each other, just like old times. "So, what else is there to know about him?" Undyne asked. "He's a monster, a skeleton to be exact, he loves ketchup plain, and he's going through grief really bad." Papyrus said, watching as Undyne's jaw dropped. "Does he have other things? Like is he a human skeleton? He looks like a little kid, and acts like it." Undyne questioned. "Not human, and he has trouble speaking. You'll have to learn the whole story some other time." Papyrus said. "Tell me now!" Undyne snapped, hitting her hand on the table. "Fine. But you have to sympathize with him." Papyrus said, sitting down. Over the next two hours he explained everything Sans had said or did, being as thorough as he could in his explanations. It was now nine o'clock at night and Papyrus made his way back upstairs. When he got to the room Sans slept in, he paused at the door and peeked in. Sans' skull was barely poking over the covers, his eye sockets locked shut. Papyrus slipped out of his shirt, deciding to slip into a pair of shorts instead. He sunk into the bed next to Sans, curling himself into the sheets. After a while of twisting and turning, he felt Sans' warm breath on his back. He turned over and spotted Sans facing him, breathing slowly on his skin. Papyrus was happy he wasn't awake, as he needed sleep and was deep into it now. He was so cute, on the other hand, being so small and fragile. Settling into a sleep of his own, Papyrus dreamed about Sans and what had happened to him.