Prompt: "Will you tell me what the fuck is going on? What's all this blood?" - Underfell AU - Sans & Papyrus
"Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?"
Papyrus ignores him, watches the way the water swirl around his hands and slowly turns pink.
Such an ugly color.
"What's all this blood?" Sans tries again, attempting to keep the fear out of his voice and failing.
He is scared. Scared, hungry, cold... but mostly scared.
"It's not mine," Papyrus states simply, turning his head towards his brother. A bad attempt at a joke.
There is a hideous crack running across his socket, marred with dust and specks of red marrow.
It looks painful.
Sans would like nothing more than to reach out and ease some of that hurt.
But he doesn't, clenching his fist against his chest instead.
Lately, his brother has become averse to his touching him. It worries Sans.
The dark stains of half-dried blood on Papyrus' hands worry him too.
"That's not an answer," he grumbles instead, taking a step closer and ignoring the way the tall skeleton's frame goes rigid. Defensive.
"Here." Papyrus throws something on the ground between them.
Sans is almost ashamed at how his eye sockets involuntarily widen, soul fluttering at the sight of the much-needed food.
If he had a stomach, it would be growling eagerly.
"Where did y-" he begins, but Papyrus stops him.
"Don't."
His voice sounds firm, commanding, but with an underlying edge of desperation.
In the blue-tinged light of Waterfall, Sans finds it impossible to read his brother's face.
There are many things that word could mean.
Don't ask me where I got this.
Don't thank me.
Don't make this more difficult than it has to be.
...
Don't you think this makes me a bad person?
Sans kneels down, digs through the bag and pulls out an almost full bottle of mustard.
He doesn't look at the blood spatters.
He doesn't look at the small specks of dust.
He doesn't check his brother's LV.
He doesn't dwell on the fact that after this, nothing will ever be the same again.
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