Chapter note: TW: Mention of Self harm. Just preparing you. Some inspiration taken in tracking Sans's HP from the fanfic Permanent Smile over on Archive of Our Own. Great story, recommended.
Sans sat upright with a choked off scream, covering his eyes from the bright light that filtered through the crack in his curtain. After a moment he managed to slow his breathing slightly, clutching at his shirt where it hid his soul.
'it was just a dream,' he assured himself, but not feeling any relief regardless, 'just another dream.'
Just to be sure, he let his soul float out of his chest to hover over his cupped hands. It gave the same weary glow, lined with faint cracks from his deaths in previous timelines. He breathed a sigh of relief, and shoved it back into its rightful place, taking a moment to look at his arms and remind himself where he was in time.
Yep.. the cuts were still there. At least he knew what timeline he was in now, and that since the night before there had been no reset. He scratched at the dried blood with one finger, and though he'd seen it many MANY times before, it still surprised him that he bled. The only others underground that did that were... No, he wouldn't think about the human. Not now.
He then noticed that his cut had started to bleed again and he swore under his breath, cupping his hand around his arm to prevent blood from dripping. The disadvantage to having no skin, was that bones were slower to scab and scar.
"SANS!" The sound of his brother shouting through his bedroom door made him nearly fall off the bed.
"w-wha-"
"YOU LAZYBONES, I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU TO WAKE UP FOR THE PAST THIRTY MINUTES," Papyrus continued on without hearing, being his usual energetic self, "YOUR SPAGHETTI IS PAST COLD."
"uh, just give me a minute paps," he fumbled around for something to hide his arms, "i guess you could say i was 'bone-tired.' "
"ARGH, SANS, DON'T START!" Papyrus half wailed when he heard the pun, "I'M GOING TO GO DOWNSTAIRS AND WARM YOUR BREAKFAST, SO DON'T BE TOO LONG, NYEH HEH."
Sans could practically see the upbeat smile that Papyrus gave just by his voice. And after waiting a moment to listen and make sure his brother had truly left, he snuck out of his room, and headed to the bathroom.
After a quick hop into the shower, he desperately need to wrap up his arms. The dried blood had washed away, leaving nothing to stop the flow of blood. Luckily, he managed to locate a roll of gauze bandages. Then, after sneaking back into his room, he was fully dressed, making sure the sleeves of his blue hoodie covered the bandages.
HP: 0.9/ 01