Chapter two:
It wasn't until three days later that Toriel could hang with the brothers again.
This time Toriel and Papyrus are cooking some lunch at the castle.
Sans and Frisk are in the other room playing a video game together in the meantime.
Alphys found two systems in the junkyard and got them to work so she gave one to Frisk. She and Frisk later found some games to go along with the systems.
Papyrus hums to himself as he fills a slightly large pot with water to make the spaghetti. He turns off the tap once it is satisfactory in the amount. He picks it up having no problems from doing this so many times as well as from his training. He turns to begin walking it towards the stove but he wasn't fully paying attention. His foot catches on the edge of a chair and he slips falling to the floor accidentally letting go of the pot.
The pot crashes onto the ground spilling water everywhere.
Hearing the noise Sans suddenly teleports to the kitchen entrance looking extremely worried.
Papyrus groans then looks up only to gasp scrambling to his knees. "No. No. No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" His expression begins to change to panic as he seems to be trying to figure out how to fix this. "I can fix! I can!"
"Paps!" Sans rushes to his brothers side and falls onto his knees as well. His own expression now holding some panic in it as well mixed with a bit of fear. "What in he world happened?!" His one eye is black and his other eye glowing like before.
"I didn't mean to! I didn't! I didn't!" Papyrus continues and shakes his head when he speaks the repeat. He brings his hands up almost as to clench hair that he doesn't possess. His eyes shut tightly and he releases a slight whimper.
Sans puts his arms around Papyrus almost as if doing so protectively while his eyes flicker around for a moment. He turns his attention back to Papyrus. "Hey. Pap." He tries to get the others attention.
Toriel finds herself unable to move as she watches with a look of pure shock at what's going on.
Papyrus turns to look to Sans as if about to say something but he stops. He seems to have noticed that Sans is also having a bit of a panic attack like him. He blinks his wet eyes causing them to glow like that other time. "Sans. Sans look at me." He pleads his slightly shaking brother as he brings his arms around him.
Sans looks to Papyrus letting their eyes meet even if he only has one eye that is glowing. He shakily moves his left hand down to place it against his brothers arm.
They can feel the other is still shaking but seeing each other glowing their eyes seems to have helped calm them a little.
"We can fix it. We can clean this up. We can do it." Papyrus tries to encourage and leans his forehead against Sans's keeping their eyes together. "We've got each other. We'll make sure it'll be okay."
Sans takes a slightly heavy breath and exhales it at the same time as Papyrus.
This seems to have helped them calm down even more as they hug each other there for another moment or so. They pull away but are still close together as they have their hands on the others arms.
"It's okay." Toriel finally manages to snap back to reality.
When she speaks the two turn to her slightly jumping before slightly relaxing.
"It really is alright." Toriel informs them. "I'll even help you clean it up and we can fill the pot with more water. Okay?"
Her assurance that everything is okay seems to also help the two as their eyes fade back to normal.
"Heh." Sans rubs the back of his skull with one hand. "Thanks Torrie."
"Oh don't worry about it." Toriel waves it off and grabs a bunch of dish towels.
Papyrus tilts the pot up to stop anymore water from spilling out... Well whatever's left that is.
The two sit there while Toriel gathers what is needed as they recover from the panic attack.
Toriel lets them have some towels that she had grabbed as they seemed to watch waiting for her to do so.
So they all cleaned up the water leaving the wet towels in a laundry basket that Toriel grabbed.
Frisk had peeked inside but saw that everything seemed okay so she left them to it.
By the end the two of them look to be doing a lot better than before.
"There we go. Lets continue shall we?" Toriel offers and the two nod.
"I'll get some more water in the pot." Papyrus picks it up and takes it to the sink carrying it carefully. He puts the amount needed back in then carries it over to the stove. He does this much more carefully and gets it to the stove safely.
"Hey want help?" Sans inquires moving over closer to the two.
"If you want." Papyrus agrees and Toriel sees that the two seem to still lean against each other.
Toriel isn't fully sure that the two even notice that they are doing it. "Help Papyrus here." She begins heading to where they have the noodles. "I'll grab the noodles." She doesn't feel like asking them to separate right now as they need each other in this moment.
"Here. Lets turn the stove on." Papyrus tells Sans while Toriel grabs the noodles.
"Okay. The highest setting right?" Sans questions and Papyrus gives a sound of confirmation.
"Yup." Papyrus confirms and so Sans turns the knob on the front side of the stove turning the burner on. "There we go." He pats Sans's back while the shorter lets go of the knob. He brings Sans into his arms holding him with his arms wrapped around his torso. "Now I can teach you how to stir the spaghetti."
"Heh." Sans flashes a smile at his brother. "Okay. But you're the expert here."
"Maybe you'll do just as great as I Sans. Nyeh heh heh heh!" Papyrus grins at this and Toriel comes back over to them with the four boxes of spaghetti.
"I can add them. Why don't you two get ready to stir it?" Toriel suggests glancing to the brothers with a smile.
"That sounds great!" Papyrus agrees then glances down to his brother. "Now Sans grab the wooden spoon there."
Sans looks noticing it and picks it up.
"And start stirring." Papyrus watches as Sans does so while Toriel adds the spaghetti. "Come on! You can do it! Faster!" He encourages so Sans does so. "Yeah! You're getting there! Faster!"
Sans chuckles. "I think this is a good speed for me." He tells the other who nods.
"That's alright brother. Don't over work yourself."
Toriel begins the sauce to go with the spaghetti while she lets the boys handle the spaghetti themselves.
After a little bit Sans speaks releasing the spoon.
"You can take over Paps." Sans informs him.
"Alright. Then I shall." Papyrus shifts his hold to allow Sans to kind of cling to him. He has Sans now with his brothers arms around his neck area and legs around his torso. He has one arm under Sans's butt area to keep him up. He begins to stir with the other hand while Sans starts to drift off in his brothers arms.
Toriel can easily tell that Sans truly feels extremely safe when he's with Papyrus almost as if nothing can hurt him this way. She finds it a little fascinating.
"Yup. You got it. I'm just gonna nap a little. All that stirring has made me bone tired." Sans mumbles as he drifts off and Papyrus huffs slightly.
"I swear those puns of yours brother." Papyrus grumbles though Toriel slightly giggles. He seems to notice that Sans fell asleep so he changes his attention to Toriel. "Well anyway. It's great to be able to cook! It is a great way to strengthen bonds and that way you don't have to order something from someplace."
"Quite so." Toriel agrees as she stirs the sauce. "It is nice to do this. We should do it some more."
"I was having the same thoughts! You, me and Sans shall cook together again then! Nyeh heh heh heh!" Papyrus looks rather proud and he keeps his brother close not allowing him to fall. He definitely is an expert in carrying Sans.
"Yes. It shall be very nice." Toriel agrees and adds some spices to the sauce.
Working together they got it all done in good time and Papyrus ended up waking Sans up once it was done. They all gather at the table to eat. It turned out quite delicious and everyone couldn't get enough until it was all gone.
Toriel had fun but she couldn't get her mind off of what had happened. She does her best to not let it bother her and she focuses on talking about any topic that arose.
The brothers stayed to help clean up then they decided to head off.
Frisk now is taking a nap on the couch and Toriel is sitting at the dinner table letting herself think a little.