Sans opened his eyes, was he still alive? Sans tried to move to sit up in the bed, but he recoiled back to the bed. He held his ribs in pain and he noticed his arms, they were bandaged and a little blood stain. Sans heard the door open and he saw a dark outline come into the room, he was on high alert and he tried to summon some magic to protect himself. Sans felt a burning sensation and he stopped and collapsed back on the ground. Sans wrapped his arms around his chest and groaned out in pain.

"Sans, take it easy," Sans heard from his trusty familiar. "You are still recovering from your fight with Chara."

Sans gasped out in pain and curled in on himself, Sans only felt like he should have been dead after that fight. He would have accepted death right now, this pain was too much for him. He felt a hand on his arm, Sans looked over and saw Frisk staring at him worrying about him. Sans gave them a smile and gave them a pat on the head.

"I'm going to get Toriel, those bandages are getting gross," Frisk said running back out the door.

Sans tried to call them back to him, but he was mute. Sans touched his neck and felt another bandage, he began to shake and tear up. He should have been dead, he should have died. Sans didn't understand how he was still alive after all of that, he knew that death should have taken him. He heard his door open again and looked over, he saw Toriel walking over beside the bed.

"Frisk explained everything to me," Toriel said gently patting the skeleton's head. "Sans, you sustained a lot of damage from that battle. Why would you do such a thing?"

Sans knew why, he was protecting those who survived the damage and also Frisk who Chara had in her grasp. He knew that he was only protecting those that could still live, Chara got away from him and that angered him more than ever.

"Doesn't matter," Toriel said taking Sans's arm gently. "Let's get some clean bandages on you."

Sans watched as Toriel unraveled the bandages from Sans's arms and neck, Sans took in a deep breath and relaxed slightly into his bed. He felt a cold cloth on his bones and he flinched a bit from the sudden cloth on his bones.

"It's okay," Toriel said gently. "I still don't understand how you were able to fight off a giant beast that was incredibly powerful and dangerous."

Sans thought and knew that it was an impulsive action and that he was no better than the knights that were currently fighting for the throne. He buried his face into his pillow and silently screamed to himself about the incident, he couldn't believe how stupid he was.

"Well just relax and this will be over soon," Toriel said gently to Sans.

Sans relaxed a bit too much and fell asleep.

Frisk peeked through the door and saw Sans sleeping in the bed as Toriel wrapped bandages around him wounds.

"That dumbass," Asriel groaned out. "That magical bastard deserved that for being stupid."

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Frisk cried out to their adoptive brother. "HE PROTECTED EVERYONE FROM A MONSTER!"

"Stop telling lies and start telling the truth," Asriel groaned down to Frisk. "Seriously I am getting sick and tired of your tall tales."

"I am not lying," Frisk said to Asriel.

Asriel grabbed Frisk's hair and Frisk hissed out in pain, he pulled them up to his face.

"Look, you have gotten off easy since we took you in when no one else would," Asriel growled to Frisk. "But sometime, you need to grow up and finally smell the roses. Your friend did something stupid and he is a danger to all of us here."

Asriel dropped Frisk onto the ground, Frisk hit the ground hard and Toriel came out of Sans's room.

"Mom, I no longer what them to be my page," Asriel growled. "They are not worthy of the title."

Before Toriel could say anything to their son, Asriel walked away and Frisk felt like they lost a large part of their life in that moment. They felt themselves begin to cry because of this.

"Frisk, my child," Toriel said to Frisk as their body quaked with tears.

"I really am pathetic," Frisk said getting up and running to their room.

Frisk barricaded the door and sat on their bed just feeling like they were nothing to anyone. Then they heard a knock on the door, but they weren't tempted to answer the door.

"Frisk, it's Papyrus," a voice said. "Please let me in."

Frisk opened the door and Papyrus flew into the room, he landed on the end of their bed.

"I heard what that meat head said to you," Papyrus said. "I also heard what happened, thankfully it was me at this time and not Sans. He needs the rest right now."

"What's the point of telling the truth when no one ever listens to you?" Frisk asked.

"You know it's true, doesn't matter if people know if it is the truth or not," Papyrus said.

"Yes, but you, Sans, Toriel, Asgore, everyone can have a voice, but I can't," Frisk said crying. "I just some pathetic orphan that no one wanted to truly raise. I am so pathetic."

"Enough of that," Papyrus said landing on Frisk's shoulder. "Look Frisk, you are not the only one that doesn't have a voice. I think you should know about this and why he acted the way he did at the festival a few days ago."

"What do you mean?" Frisk asked confused.

"Sans doesn't have a family," Papyrus said quickly. "He lost them all during a festival, a similar one to that one."

"What happened?" Frisk asked sitting down on the bed.

Papyrus glided down to the bed and turned to Frisk.

"He was performing the main dance with his family," Papyrus said. "This was the first time his powers manifested and at the end of the dance. Sans ended up not only destroying the village, but killed everyone within the village along with his family. He was terrified when he was shoved into the middle of that dance, he did not want a repeat event."

"Sans has no one in his life?" Frisk asked realizing that their friend has suffered a lot more than what they realized.

"He's been on his own since that day," Papyrus said. "He spent years controlling and maintaining his powers, the only one that he cannot control is his foresight. Then again I don't know too much on that power."

"He has you though," Frisk said looking down at the bird.

"He does, but Sans was alone for a long time before he came across me," Papyrus said. "It was after Chara came to him to learn under him, but he refused for obvious reasons. Chara was outraged by this refusal. Chara tore up a nearby village in anger and I was within the village, I was young at the time and I tried to stop this powerful force. Chara managed to release a power burst of magic, that one time event from her, it changed me. I knew Sans's most powerful form because he used that trying to defend my village, Sans was close to death that day. I remember a lot and during his recovery, him and I talked a lot and we became close friends. I have never seen him so happy and then you came into our lives and I have never seen him so happy with having someone to teach."

Frisk was confused on what he was trying to say to them.

"What I am trying to say is that you are bringing him a joy that I have never seen come from him before," Papyrus explained to Frisk. "You are the light that he desperately needed in his life."

"But I am nothing," Frisk said sadly.

"You are everything," Papyrus said. "Sans believes that you will do something great for both monsters and humans, he sees that you are everything. At least to him and I am starting to see what he sees within you as well."

Frisk pulled the bird into a hug and cried a bit more into the feathers of the bird. Papyrus wrapped his wings around the poor child as they cried.

"Everything will be alright," Papyrus said. "Just keep believing in yourself because there are people that really believe in you."

"Thank you," Frisk said holding the bird. "Thank you so much."