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Random Bitch - to answer your first question, It was an accident. I changed that like I changed my answer. Thought it would be more realistic. He is also able to heal fast due to his new regenerative ability he has. He can use it at will, but in times of great pain it will activate itself. On another note, I love your username.

The Grand Chef - Yes, I am aware of the word.

"Guest" - Glad you like it.

They all just stared. Papyrus stared back. William looked at him with amazement.

"How... did you... get out of the bed?"

"I pulled out the machines. Now... what happened."

Igneous finally looked up from his clipboard.

"Are you sure sans is the only one with pupils?" He asked innocently, going back to writing.

Papyrus hesitated for a second. Pushing past William, he slowly made his way to the mirror.

"Oh god." He whispered.

His once pristine white skeleton was now a charcoaled black, He could even swear he saw… something flaking off in random places. Meeting up with his face, he was shocked to see his eyes. Usually it would be lack thereof, but now he had eyes that resembled Sans: a black background with small, white circles, although in this case Papyrus had larger pupils. He touched his face delicately, almost as if he pressed too hard it would shatter.

"What. Happened. To me." He said through sharp breaths.

"You and Sans were in an accident. You're in the hospital." William answered. "William Dave Graste, pleasure to meet you."

"What happened to my brother? Is he like... this?" William's smile lowered a bit. He patted Papyrus on the back and guided him towards his brothers room, the team slowly tailing behind him.

"Maybe it's best that you see for yourself."

Papyrus looked at Sans's unconscious body. His face didn't show any emotion. He took his hand and slowly ran it through the crack in the smaller skelton's face.

"Do you know who did that?" William asked.

"I-I… I did..." He forced out.

"Well, I guess it was a fight."

"We had a gun in our face. Sans was trying to protect us. He attacked him. I stopped Sans, but the guy got away. In my stupidity and anger… I punched him in the face. I didn't know it was…" He cut himself and a tear grazed his cheek.

How could I have done this?

Will Sans forgive me?

What if he doesn't?

I've never hurt anyone like that before.

Am I just like flowey?

It starts with a punch…what if I start killing?

I don't want to kill.

I don't.

How stupid can I be?

All these raced across his mind at once. Sans may never wake up… because of him. William watched in silence before speaking.

"We can call the police if you wa-"

"No, it's fine."

William whispered back to Igneous.

"Call the police and have them search the security tape." The blonde turned back to the large skeleton looking over his older brother.

"What do you remember? Did a fire start? Is there anything that could have… started… a fire?"

Papyrus hesitated, trying to remember.

"My brother, before I blacked out, said 'I can't stop it' and then… the pain, shot through my body." "When he wakes up, we'll figure out." He turned his head to look at william.

"Hold on." He grabbed the medical instrument they shine in your eyes. Proceeding to use it, he discovered Papyrus's eyes weren't moving. Instead he was moving his head to match the light.

"Why aren't you moving your eyes."

"I've never used them before. I never had them." Papyrus simply replied.

William stared and then raised his eyebrows in a manner that said : "That's a new one."

"Igneous, write him down for physical therapy, until he can move his eyes." He looked back and winked.

"Trust me, I used to have trouble too."

Papyrus slowly moved his face to undyne.

"Can I have my armor, this is quite uncomfortable."

The cat walked in and stopped in anger.

"WHAT is he doing here!" Two other doctors came and grabbed Papyrus by the arms. He resisted.

"HEY! What are you doing!"

"Take him back to his room."

"No! Don't you two dare." william said. Igneous stood in the way of them.

"This is against procedure! You can't do this. He got here like 5 hours ago!"

Papyrus tried to break free.

"He is fine. He is walking, talking and most importantly, breathing! For heaven's sake, he even ripped the machines out himself and lived."

The cat continued to glare. She turned to Igneous.

"Help me. We're monsters, we take care of each other."

"I agree with William." Igneous replied, smirking as he watched her face turn to anger.

"Take. Him. To. His room." She ordered. Igneous stood his ground as Papyrus began fighting again.

His right eye began to turn orange for a second, as he punched them straight in the face. His eye changed back almost immediately. Nobody noticed except him.

they did, however, notice the punches.

Undyne was the first to walk up to him. She pulled him into a hug, almost in tears.

"You're okay." she kept on repeating. William and Igneous stared back.

"Are you going to take that away from her? From them? Igneous, write down that he is allowed for release." The cat tried to speak, but he cut her off.

"He's walking, talking, breathing, and he just punched two of your guys. I think that justifies him leaving."

William looked back at Igneous.

"Oh, and don't forget his physical therapy." Papyrus looked to William, who smiled back warmly.

"Go home, buddy. You earned it."

Getting settled was difficult. Papyrus could definitely take care of himself, but it was just so, silent. No corny puns. No snoring. Just… silence.

Papyrus looked down at his burnt and broken armor on his body. First step when he wakes up: get new clothes. Turning on the computer for a second, he watched it boot up. Entering google, he looked off in the distance of what he should ask.

A thought came to mind. What was the nickname Sans called him? The Grim Reaper. What was it?

Googling it the wikipedia page came up.

"Death, also known as the Grim Reaper, is a common element in culture and history."

Okay, but how did that relate to him?

Looking more into it and searching up more, he realised what Sans meant.

The Grim Reaper is usually depicted as a Skeleton with a scythe and a black cloak. Papyrus chuckled. A nickname, but one of the last nicknames Sans gave him before he…

He stopped himself. Sans is strong. He'll pull through. Just like he always has.

He looked down and laughed. He looked like the Grim Reaper even more now. His laughs died down as he mentally scolded himself. He was going back to his crisis of punching Sans. the Grim Reaper is a personification of death, and he didn't want to be like that. He trudged up the stairs to his bedroom as he spent the night without his brother. The idea reminded him of when he asked about their father.

"Sans, When is daddy coming home?"

Sans sighed.

"Never Paps, not after what happened to him."

"What happened?" His innocent question almost made Sans cry.

"Daddy's a doctor, he fell into one of his uhh... science-things"

"What did he look like?"

"Like you a bit." Papyrus smiled. Sans smiled again.

"What was his name?"

"..."

"Sans?"

"Let's just.. stop talking about dad."

"What about mom?" Sans's face frowned angrily.

"Not her either."

"Why won't you say."

"Because I don't wanna."

"..."

"But why Sans?"

"BECAUSE YOU WON'T SHUT UP! GO AWAY!"

Sans walked to Papyrus's door and then shut it.

That was the first night he slept alone. He cried the whole night, frightened by Sans. He would never forget the loneliness he felt. Papyrus laid down in his bed, slowly overcome by sleep.

Hopefully Sans would wake up.

Hopefully.

Chap 3 is up! As always, anything you in general don't like, grammar mistakes, and anything you like is welcomed in the reviews.

- Galaxyishigh