Sans x Napstablook

Lift Your Spirits

I feel numb. I'm sorry if this story is emotionless. Request from anon.

"Are you Mettaton's cousin? Hello? Anyone in there?" Sans beat the door in a steady rhythm with one of his skeletal hands.

He didn't let up knocking until he could hear a sad sigh from inside, and the door was open. A ghost was standing in the doorway, having somehow opened the door without visible hands. "H-hello…"

The ghost's voice was quiet and warily gentle, as if he was afraid of being too loud. He seemed to be a depressing aura about him, evident from his sad eyes and frown… one probably wouldn't have had to even see him to know that this creature was most certainly not a happy one.

"You're Mettaton's cousin, yeah?" Sans rolled his shoulders. He wasn't used to walking much, especially not walking all the way to the Dump. "My bro's got a date with him and I wanna know if I should beat the robotic snot out of him or not." He said this casually, as if not threatening one's cousin.

"Uh, y-yes, I am… Mettaton is, uh, not a bad guy… he's nice but a little full of himself…" The ghost muttered, and stepped back, beginning to close the door. No one had really stayed to talk to him for more than a single question before, no one wanted to be around him.

"Hey, hey, open the door again, will 'ya?. You a'ight? You don't seem, uh, all that great." Sans, moving faster than he was often viewed as being able to, blocked the door with a foot and forced it back open. "So, what's your name, ghostie?"

"Napstablook..." Napstablook murmured quietly, somewhat pleased to have someone ask about how he was doing, though he didn't answer that question. "A-and you?"

"The name's Sans. So, you didn't tell me if you were alright. Are 'ya feeling a bit ghostly?" Sans grinned, putting his hands in his pockets, obviously quite proud of himself.

"That's… quite culturally insensitive, actually… but… yeah, I am feeling down…" Napstablook opened the door fully again. "Would you, uh, like to come in? It's fine if you don't, I mean… you're probably busy-"

Sans phased through Napstablook, walking inside and cutting him off. "So, why are you down in the dumps? Ha, I didn't even mean to make a joke about where you live, but I did. Heh," He chuckled.

"That's equally as rude…" He shied away from the skeleton, sitting on the floor so he was leaning against a wall. "And I don't know why I'm sad…"

Sans sat on the floor directly in front of Napstablook. "Well, even if you don't know why you're sad, I've got some puns to lift your spirits… I find them quite humerus, so you might, also," He winked and grinned.

Napstablook, caught off guard, stifled a giggle, turning away to hide his amusement from Sans. "There we go! That was a laugh! C'mon, buddy, why are you trying to hide your laughter? Laughing is fun!"

The ghost looked down in embarrassment. "I-I don't know why… It doesn't feel natural…"

"What doesn't feel natural? Laughing, or not trying to pretend like you don't absolutely love my puns?"

"The second one…"
"Well, it's not like laughter is a bad thing. Well, it depends what you're laughing at… Heh. Don't even get me started on that. Anyway, you're pretty cute. Why not make yourself cuter and let yourself enjoy life?"

Napstablook felt his soul give a sad tug, as if it were a heart. He suddenly felt like simultaneously crying and smiling. He was unsure if Sans' compliment was just a compliment, or if he was flirting. Either way, it reminded him of a better, less stressful time…

He remembered Mettaton, before meeting Alphys, being playful and a nice cousin. He'd call him adorable, and say that he would be perfect to be a DJ on his show, when he got famous. Everything was great- until he got his corporeal form and left him. He had only seen him on the television since then, living in isolation from the world unless actively sought out.

"...bud? You okay? You're spacing out on me a little…" Sans reached towards Napstablook, expecting to suddenly be able to touch him, but his hand just passed through, as if the ghost was nothing more than a thought.

"Should I, uh, leave? I can if you w- oh." Sans had started to get up, but ceased when he saw Blooky. His former desire to laugh and cry and the same time? Yeah. That had been accomplished, or really, the crying half had been.

"Did I say something? Did I do something? What's up?" Sans reached out to try and touch Napstablook again, not caring that he phased through. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around his form, though not being able to touch him.

Had ghosts had throats, Napstablook's breath would have hitched in his. "Y-you d-didn't do anything wrong…"

Much to Sans' surprise, Napstablook's form somehow began to materialize with pulses of a light gray, until it felt like he was holding a warm clump of sheets, though he stayed the same, appearance-wise. "Then what's with the bipolar thing going on…?"

"I j-just… m-miss nice people…" The ghost's now holdable head rested against Sans' shoulder.

"Aw, don't be bonely… doesn't Mettaton come over to visit you? And what about when you go into town?"

"I don't go into town… and I haven't seen Metta for a few years now… I w-want to see him again, but…"

"He and Papyrus are coming back to my place after their date, why don't I take you back, too? You can hang out with me for a while and meet my bro, and then see your cousin."

Napstablook's eyes shined and he sat up. "R-really? You'd really let me?" He seemed overjoyed.

"Yeah, sure. My home ain't much, but it'll do. Wanna head back now? It's a long way."

"Yes, please!"
"But you've gotta promise me that you if you're bonely, that you'll come visit me, a'ight? Now let's go."

"...i promise, but only if you promise to stop making those God forsaken puns..."