***Hello, everyone! I wrote this chapter while I was at work today because it was a slow day, and I got home an hour ago, so here this chapter is for your reading pleasure! Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk belong to Toby Fox, anyone else belongs to me, and let's go!
Chapter Three: You Need Help
Frisk decided to clock out early and ride with Ppayrus after Sans' little episode. Penny agreed to work both positions—before being moved to bartender, she was a waitress, so it wasn't like it was too much of a struggle.
So, Papyrus was the driver, and Frisk sat in the back to keep Sans upright. He might've acted rude, but he didn't deserve to suffocate on his own vomit, should the hazard arise.
"Has he ever acted like this before? Sober or drunk?" Frisk asked.
"No. Normally, he never gets drunk. And when he does, he just passes out. Never has he had the tolerance to stay awake for long after he's had so much to drink. He must've built up some immunity of some sort," Papyrus commented.
Frisk looked at Sans once more. He was passed out asleep, mouth wide open.
"I guess so."
XxX
Upon getting to Sans' apartment, Papyrus and Frisk got a surprise. Frisk coughed, fanning her face. "Good Christ..." she mumbled.
"I agree, human. That's one strong cigarette scent. But look at all of these alcohol bottles!" Papyrus added. He walked inside, Sans slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Frisk closed the door and followed him, looking around. "Okay, I don't even want to know what that stain is," she said as she saw a large splotch that had long since set into the carpet.
"Neither do I. Let's just get my brother to his room," Papyrus said. So, he lead Frisk to the small, hot mess of a bedroom.
But although Sans was now propped up to sleep on his side, Papyrus wasn't quite done. His eye sockets had an orange glow as he gently pulled Sans' SOUL from his chest.
"Whoa... how come you can pull his SOUL out? And how come your eye sockets didn't light up like that when we fought?" Frisk asked.
"I can only do this with Sans because he's my brother. And my eye lights only glow when I do something special regarding my magic. For example, if my special attack hadn't been ruined by that stupid dog, then my eye sockets would have glowed," Papyrus said. He sounded a little ticked off as he recalled that incident, but he had to move past that for right now.
Floating over his hands was a SOUL, but how it was still in tact was beyond both the human and monster who were currently looking at it. It was hardly glowing and gray, covered in ugly cracks.
Mortified, Papyrus returned the SOUL to its proper place. "Oh my God..." he said quietly.
"The cigarettes and alcohol are playing a big part in this, no doubt about it. But there's got to be something else that's making his SOUL so... so broken!" Frisk said.
Papyrus nodded and stood up from where he'd been sitting at Sans' side. "I'm spending the night here," he said, his voice uncharacteristically solemn.
Frisk nodded. "I will too."
XxX
The next day, Sans woke up to a pounding headache. However, the pain was nothing new. He rolled out of bed and had to pause for a moment to get his bearings. When he eventually did, he trudged off to get some Advil as the memories of the previous night flooding back to him.
It was when he reached the kitchen was when the surprise kicked in.
In the kitchen was Papyrus, who was cooking breakfast. In the living room on the couch were Frisk and Penny. The former wore a waitress uniform and the latter was in casual clothes.
Sans went to where his brother was. "What's for breakfast?" he asked as he grabbed a glass of water.
"Well, after going on a grocery run because despite my greatness, I can't make something out of nothing, the Great Ppayrus is preparing pancakes, bacon, and eggs," Papyrus said.
Sans popped some pills into his mouth, swallowing them with a gulp of water. "Thanks, bro." But the response he got made him freeze in his place.
"Go talk to the human."
Papyrus' tone was unsettlingly stern, so this had to have been important. "Er... okay," Sans said. Then, he sat next to Frisk. "Hey, bud."
Penny crossed her arms, evidently still a little cranky and defenside. But, she kinda had the right.
"We saw the alcohol. The cigarettes. And... and Papyrus pulled out you SOUL. We saw it," Frisk said, voice soft. Sans was surprised by the last part. "So... you know how messed up I really am?" he asked.
"You just need to get off of the substances, Dunkle Sans. Please," Frisk pleaded. Sans stiffened at the nickname; it was something he hadn't heard in a while.
"What're you doing, sendin' me to the nut house?" he asked dryly. "No. Penny had to go thorugh therapy a while back, and she gave me a recommendation of someone who can help you," Frisk said. "So not the nut house, but to some shrink? Okay," Sans said.
"Here's her card. Call her before Frisk has a stroke or give me a nervous breakdown talking about you," Penny said, holding out a business card.
Sans took it and skimmed over it. "Dr. Cassandra E. Fenton," he mumbled. He looked over to Frisk and reluctantly succumbed. "Fine."
XxX
The next day was Sans' first appointment. He arrived and was lead back to the door with Dr. Fenton's name on it relatively soon. But when he walked in and saw her, he froze.
Dr. Fenton was none other than Penny's sister from the bar.
***Now you see why I never actually told you the name of Penny's sister, huh? Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!