Prompt: "You're still giving me the silent treatment?" with Papyrus and Sans

(I'm living for passive-aggressive Papyrus)


"I can't believe you're being this petty-" Sans groans. "You're still giving me the silent treatment?"

Papyrus doesn't say anything. Obviously, as that would defeat the purpose.

His brother pokes at him but even that he ignores, leaning out of his reach. Sans laughs.

"How long are you going to keep this up?"

A glance is all the answer he gets, but it says enough.

'As long as I have to.'

"I'm not telling you," Sans says, just like earlier but already the certainty is draining out of it.

He's weak.

"I'm really not…" he repeats feebly.

Papyrus doesn't look at him. He's stirring the pot of pasta sauce he's occupied with as if it's the most interesting thing in the world and by now his silence is making Sans kind of nervous.

He has known Papyrus to be quiet on rare occasions, but he doesn't think he has ever not heard his brother say a single word for this long.

"Why do you even want to know? Pap, why would you care? It really doesn't matter."

No answer. He paces along the kitchen floor in short steps, throwing up his arms in defense.

"You're making a way bigger deal out of this than it has to be, bro."

Papyrus looks back at him for a stray second, jaw set tight, then resumes his stirring. Sans buries his head into his hands.

"Okay, fine. Whatever. You're right, Santa doesn't exist. He never did. I just-"

His brother turns around before he can finish. "I know," he says.

Sans blinks twice. "You know?"

"Of course I know Sans, I'm a freaking adult. Did you really think I still believed a magical man would come through our chimney just to lay gifts under our poorly-decorated tree in exchange for some stale cookies and milk?"

He takes the pot off the stove and sets it on the table, walking by Sans in the process and briefly making eye contact.

"Did you think I'm an idiot or something?" he adds.

It takes a moment for his speech to return to him and when it does Sans can barely string the words together. "Then why did you ask?"

"Because I wanted to see if you would tell me," Papyrus answers simply.


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