Prompt: Fluff with drunk skelebros.
"Will you pour me another one?" Sans asks.
Papyrus tries to reach for the bottle, but his hand-eye coordination fails him and he tips it over instead. Both brothers stare at the amber liquid spilling onto their carpet for a moment before they burst out laughing like idiots.
"No, no, no..." Papyrus mumbles to himself, sitting forward and trying not to pitch onto his face. "We need to clean this. Stop giggling."
He reaches for the bottle again, this time managing in grabbing it where it lays. He pours the remaining alcohol into his brother's glass.
"You're giggling more than I am," Sans slurs out, drinking it all in one go.
The lack of a real throat makes the burn less severe, and his hand is not shaking when he plops the glass back down on the table.
Papyrus sits back against the cushions again, jabbing his brother in the side with an elbow. "Am not."
Sans snorts at him. "You totally are, bro."
They sit in silence for a while, either too drunk or too lazy to fetch another bottle. The smaller skeleton has just started to drift off, head tilting sideways, when Papyrus speaks.
"Hey, Sans... Do you-" He stops for a moment and giggles again. "Do you ever wonder if the world would be better of without you?"
An inebriated state is not a good state to answer existential questions in. But to his credit, Sans tries to rally the attention this needs, one hand grasping his brother's knee.
There are a lot of eloquent responses in his head but the one that finally makes it out is: "What?"
Papyrus rubs his hands down his face as if that somehow could help him clear his mind. "I mean the world, Sans. It's... It's really big, you know?"
Sans fiddles with his hands. "Yeah, bro. I know."
"No. I mean it's... really big." And to emphasize his meaning, Papyrus spreads his arms wide and knocks his brother in the nasal bone. He doesn't seem to notice though. "The world is really enormous and there's a lot of it, Sans."
With some hesitance Sans nods, wondering how many glasses his brother really had. "The world is really big," he confirms.
Papyrus grins sourly, brow creased as if he's smelling something unpleasant. "Right, so... Nobody would really notice. If I'm gone."
He leans into Sans, who tries to lean back but ends up getting semi-crushed under his brother's weight instead. "I would notice."
Papyrus hums, bones clacking softly against each other.
"I would notice because then nobody would be picking up my dirty socks."
And just like that, they dissolve into fits of giggles again.
When the laughter subsides they stay like that, half on top of each other and the couch.
"It wouldn't be better of either," Sans says suddenly, poking his brother's face to see if he fell asleep already. "Without you, I mean. It would not be better."
Papyrus opens his eyes and looks at him.
"In fact," Sans continues, poking again just because he can. "I think it would be rather more shitty."
With a small grunt, Papyrus buries his face into the couch cushions. "If you say so."
And if Sans wasn't so drunk, he might have heard the doubt in his brother's voice.
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