Who I am

Sans and Papyrus

This ain't really fontcest, but interpret it as you will. Long story short ((kind of ironic because it's a very, very short chapter)), Sans realizes he's gay in a world that isn't always very accepting. This was inspired by a picture that I'll add to the author's note if I find the link…

Ahahaha. I'm closeted right now in terms of both my sexuality and gender identity. Am I freaking out? Yes. Yes I am.

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He sits on the steps, his head in his hands. His breath is shaky and deep. Even though it's dark out, Sans still decides to wait for his brother to come racing home from his sentry post. He has something he desperately needs to tell him. It's been tearing at his insides like a caged animal, desperate and ready to turn to violence to escape its confines.

How come it was him that had to be like this…? This unholy desire burning inside of him, grabbing a firm hold onto his luminescent soul and forcing him to be the odd one out. He was supposed to love women, dammit, women! Not men! He was a male, and men don't love other men! Being gay isn't natural… or is it?

Sans doesn't light up like he usually does when he sees Papyrus jogging down the road, arms open wide. He tackles his short brother into a hug. "Hello, Sans!" He said excitedly. "I saw a strange monster today! -Well everyone else insisted that it was a rock- but it's nice to see you, brother! How was your day?"

The skeleton with blue magic looks up, his face solemn. Papyrus' happy expression falls. "Sans…? What's bothering you?"

He doesn't ask if Sans is okay; he stopped having to do that several years ago. Papyrus is that wonderful, much-needed type of person that can detect almost instantaneously when one of his friends is feeling poorly. One of those types that can just tell they aren't alright.

"Sit," Sans murmurs and pats the step next to him, and his brother sits. "I, was, uh, at Grillby's today, and… I realized something about myself…"

Papyrus cocked his head ever so slightly, unsure whether or not he needed to be nervous about his older brother's dark mood.

"Well, heh, I mean, I've known for a while, but… I guess I didn't really know how to go about telling you this. What I need to say is that… I'm not… like everyone else. I…"

"Go on, spit it out, Sans."

"I'm…" Sans sighs. "I'm gay, Pap."

There's a moment of complete silence and Sans half expects Papyrus to just up and leave, or kick him out of the house. Instead, he's met with something else. "...is that it? I thought you were going to tell me something really important…" He shrugs, not really caring. "I'm going to make some spaghetti! Did you eat at Grillby's or do you need more of Master Chef Papyrus' great coo-"

"Did you hear me? I'm gay! Papyrus, I'm gay! I like other men!"

"So?"

"So I'm not normal! I don't like women like you do!"

"Sans…? Being gay isn't a big deal. You love who you love. I love everyone!" Papyrus grins again.

Sans feels a wave of something like relief rush over him and his shoulders sag. "I w-was so scared that you'd be mad at me," He seems almost like he's laughing, but he's just breathless. "I thought you wouldn't want me as your big bro anymore…"

"Why?! First of all, why would I not want you as my brother, brother? Second of all, why are you making such a big deal about loving someone?"

"... you know, I don't quite know, either."

Typed in twelve minutes on a phone with a cold at nine at night.

Huoh.

With no proofreading i'm so sorry