Note: Argh... 'tibia' honest, I'm in such a rut right now. I know what happens in this story, I know what I have to write, I go to write... and end up watching stupid YouTube videos... heh... not really any trigger warning for this chapter except the obvious, y'know... not any worse than what y'all have already read. God, I'm rambling, if you're still here, enjoy the story, hope ya think it's halfway decent.

"ALRIGHT, NOW TO CHECK SAN'S ROOM," Papyrus announced, standing outside his brother's bedroom.

"Ok," Grillby readied himself.

...

"Uh, Papyrus?" Grillby asked, "You ARE going in aren't you?"

"OH!" Papyrus startled, finally reaching out to grasp the doorknob, "O-OF COURSE, IT'S JUST STRANGE TO GO IN HERE WITHOUT SANS BEING HOME."

"That's understandable," The fire monster nodded, "But you know we have to go in here."

*Frisk placed a reassuring hand on Papyrus's arm.*

"HUH?" The tall skeleton looked down, confused, then smiled when he saw Frisk's gesture, "OH, DO NOT WORRY HUMAN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, CAN DO THIS EVEN IF IT'S HARD FOR YOU."

And with that, he turned the doorknob and they entered the room. It was a complete mess. The window on the wall in front of them to the right was covered with thick curtains, and they would've been unable to see if it weren't for the warm glow of Grillby's constant flickering.

*Frisk went to open the curtains, tripping over something in front of the window.*

With the room now brightened, it was easier to see. The floor was covered in discarded clothing, and instead of a bed, there was a mattress shoved into the corner, underneath the window.

"Wow... Papyrus, this is how Sans lives?" Grillby asked concerned.

Papyrus sighed, "I DON'T COME IN HERE A LOT, BUT I CLEAN EVERY TIME I DO, IT SEEMS TO GET EVEN MESSIER AFTER EVERY TIME I CLEAN."

*Frisk asked Papyrus where and what to look for.*

"THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION," Papyrus thought a moment, "I SUPPOSE THERE ISN'T MANY PLACES TO LOOK. HIS DRESSER, HIS BED, THE TREADMILL, AND THE PILES OF... WHATEVER HALF THIS STUFF IS."

And so, they searched, but nothing turned up, until Chara got the idea for Frisk to reach between the mattress and the wall.

*Frisk exclaimed with surprise.*

"WHAT IS IT?" Papyrus rushed over to feel for himself, "THERE'S A... A HOLE IN THE MATTRESS. HOLD ON..."

He paused and removed his glove so he could fit his hand inside. He groped around for anything solid whilst Grillby asked, "Anything?..." then he noticed that Papyrus had froze, shaking.

He pulled his hand free, then sat back on his knees, showing them both the pocket knife he held in his hand.

"HE- HE-" Papyrus was trembling.

"Now- now, son," Grillby stuttered, his signing a bit sloppy as he tried to reassure Papyrus, "Just because you found that there doesn't mean-"

"YES IT DOES!" Papyrus snapped, causing him to flinch, "SORRY... IT'S JUST... SANS IS MY BROTHER, AND JUST HOLDING THIS TELLS ME HE'S BEEN HURTING HIMSELF..."

"I'm so sorry, Papyrus," Grillby stepped forwards, placing a hand on Papyrus's shoulder.

"NO, I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW," Papyrus scrubbed at his eyes, then jammed his glove back on, "COME ON, WE HAVE TO LET DR. ALPHYS KNOW WHAT WE FOUND. AND WE SHOULD AT LEAST PACK A BAG WITH THINGS JUST IN CASE."