"Hey Paps." Sans called out as he watched his younger brother brushing snow off his boots as he came into the house.
"Yes brother?"
"I kinda need your help." Papyrus walked further into the living room.
"Absolutely." He sat.
"We're gonna have...uhh...visitors." Sans muttered.
"Visitors? Like who?"
"Well...I made a deal with someone. This way, I won't ever have to worry about Frisk. She'll be happy wherever she wants to be."
"You shouldn't make dealings with life, Sans."
"Paps, I just really feel like I'm gonna hurt -er if she keeps it up." Sans felt a giant lump of self hatred swell in his throat. "I'd rather she just, disappeared."
Paps remained quiet as he leaned forward, allowing his elbows to rest on his knees as he looked at the carpet below. "Whatever makes you happy brother. You have to think about yourself sometimes."
Tears swelled his vision as he realized he should have confided in his brother sooner. He always kept Paps sheltered from hardship while he himself suffered.
"I'll help however I can." Paps nodded.
"They're meeting us soon. They have Chara."
"Frisk is coming back?" Paps asked in excitement.
"Nah...just Chara." Sans peered at his brother with a grim look. "They separated."
"How is that even possible, Sans?"
"I have no fucking clue...but Chara needs an intense amount of healing...then we're putting them back together."
"And after that?" Paps questioned.
"She's going with one of the others. It's exactly where she wants to be...and She's never resetting again."
Papyrus frowned. "Sans...you know that you're going to regret this, right? How do you know where she wants to be?"
"I don't."
"Then why do you assume she doesn't want to be with you." Papyrus didn't ask, he stated.
They sat together for a moment before Paps stood. "I supposed I'd better prepare then. Let me know if you change your mind."
Paps left the room, taking with him his anger that he confidentially hid behind his kindness. It wasn't that his brother was being selfish in deciding their fate...it was their obvious refusal to talk to each other that bothered him. Sans would never show his true emotion to Frisk, and Frisk would only assume she wasn't wanted.
He focused his anger in cleaning. Sans would watch his brother scrub every dish, dust every object in the room and downright ignore the outside world as he focused on household chores. At least he could safely say they would be prepared for their visitors.
The house remained quiet with only the sounds of furious cleaning heard. Sans felt himself fall asleep on the couch when he became startled by the front door.
"Guys?" It was Undyne.
"Heeey Undyne." Sans peered up from his spot on the couch.
She walked into the home with what appeared to be baked goods, noticing the taller skeleton scrubbing stairs.
"What's up with him?" She gestured at Papyrus.
"Eh...just a mood I guess." Sans lied, watching her lurk into the kitchen and place her items on the table.
"I brought you guys some food seeing as you probably wasted all if your magical energy destroying the woods." She cautiously looked at Paps. "And since Paps has to fucking put up with you and clean up your shit!" She whispered furiously.
"Wait, what did I do!?" Sans whispered back.
"You do this all the fucking time Sans, don't act like he's all fucking hunky dory all the time!" Undyne spat, still whispering.
"Hes perfectly fine, Undyne...I would know my brother."
"You don't even consider your brothers feelings, all this shit you've hid from him and you can't even act like you care!"
As they whispered angrily at each other, Paps stood, confused. He coughed loudly, gaining their attention.
"Hey, Undyne."
"Paaaaaps, hey guuy!" Undyne smiled. "I brought you guys some shit to eat." She laughed.
"Thank you..." Paps frowned at her choice of words.
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to get some training done later," she eyed Sans. "To blow off some fucking steam."
"Ah..." Paps replied. "We may have to reschedule...I believe Sans and I have some things to get done today."
Sans sulked into the couch to avoid confrontation.
Undyne laughed. "What the hell does your lazy brother have you doing anyways?"
They both created an awkward air as the brothers looked at each other. It was silently decided that they should tell her.
"Undyne, we're...going to be expelling an intense of magical energy pretty soon."
Undyne scanned their expressions before laughing. "What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?"
Sans spoke. "Your guards. They'll want an explanation for the amount of magical energy that will be coming from this house."
Paps interrupted. "Would it be possible you look the other way?"
She frowned, pushing a chunk of hair behind her ear. "Guys I can't just let you two to whatever you want without consequences. The king is strict on expelling magical energy in large sums...Alphys is afraid it will strengthen the barrier...She's already annoyed at you for your rager in the woods."
"Its healing magic, Undyne." Sans caught her glance. "Frisk is injured." He lied as he watched her expression.
"If she's injured she needs to see Alphys, Sans." Undyne spat, crossing her arms as she stood.
"That's the thing, Undyne. If Alphys or the King catches onto the condition her soul is in...he'll spare her...in the 'mercy kill' kind of way." Sans frowned.
"Please Undyne. You know that I would never ask for this unless it was absolutely necessary." Papyrus kneeled to her. "Even if it ruined my chances of being enlisted in the royal guard."
She became flustered. "I-...I guess I can pull the guards of the west into training for a while." She grabbed the tall kneeling skeletons arm and ushered him up. "But not a word to anyone. Anyone that comes snooping is your fucking problem...and you never spoke with me."
"Thank you Undyne." Paps replied as she began to walk towards the door. Sans thanked her as well before she left. Paps closed the door behind her, turning to face his brother in a fume...
"Brother..." He spoke. "Why did you lie?"