CHAPTER III
Sans knew there was something wrong with his brother.
Sans knew something had been off about him for a while now, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Ever since he had stopped wearing this armor he loved so much, and a little before that really, Papyrus had been acting different. Sans was growing concerned. He had always tired to keep an eye on Papyrus. Watch out for him and make sure nothing happened to him. However, it looked like something may have happened when he wasn't there and it was effecting his brother somehow.
Sans sat on the couch and watched the TV with no intent of actually watching it. Just something to keep him company when he had nothing to do and needed noise to lull him to sleep.
He looked into the kitchen at the take-out bag on the counter he brought back from Grillby's. He stopped there on the way back from his shift to grab a burger and some ketchup so he'd have something to eat tonight. Papyrus usually cooked dinner, but lately he wasn't feeling up to it.
That struck Sans as very odd. Cooking had always been one of Pap's passions, he loved it.
Even Grillby himself even notice the Change in his brother's behavior. Papyrus no longer came in looking for sans carrying him out of the resurant in a comical style, instead, he saw his tall frame look in the window while walking by for him brother, then just continued to walk straight past. It was odd behavior for the overly friendly skeleton. Grillby had asked Sans if he noticed how out-of-place Papyrus seemed recently.
He almost rolled his eyes.
Sans heavily sighed as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen towards towards his food. He put his hand in the bag and took out his ketchup and gave it a chug then went to take out his burger. It was cold, he grabbed a plate and set his burger on it the popped it in the mirowave.
Why was Papyrus' door locked?
He was obviously upset, but didnt want to admit it... Sans wouldn't want to press anything if he didn't want to talk about it.
He would be okay.
Right?
The fact was Papyrus was so hard to read sometimes. It was hard to tell how he was feeling, and that's what startled Sans the most. How did his brother feel inside? Sans didn't know. Things always seemed to roll off of Papyrus like water off a Frogit's back, though, maybe things had fotten to him recently..?
The beep of the mirowave sounded and Sans took his burger out, making his way back to the couch. He sunk into is cozy embrace and continued his thoughts. He had been thinking a lot about his brother in the past several months. Well, he always thought and worried about his brother, but this was more than usual.
He needed to know if something was bothering his brother. Papyrus was the only thing that he had in his life. He needed to protect his brother.
Still, maybe it was nothing. Maybe Papyrus was just growing up or going through a phase? It wouldn't be a surprise if it was nothing and he was just reading too deeply into it. However, he still wanted to know what had made his brother change so much recently.
Undyne even mentioned it the last couple times that he Sans saw her.
She talked about how he stopped wearing his armor, and how during their lessons, he seemed missing something. How she though something was off, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it, just like Sans.
He took another absentminded bite out of his burger.
Sans got the troubling idea that somone might be bullying him in someway, hopefully he wouldn't have to give someone a bad time.
But Papyrus was an adult, he could take care and defend himself. His brother didn't lack in self-confidence, he knew that for a fact. So that probably wasn't it.
Whatever it was, he needed to find out. He was bothering him to the point where it was unhealthy. He had stayed awake more than a handful of night coming up with theories about what may have changed his brother. Most of the were irrational, but some of them were frightening.
Sans looked at the clock while he took the last bite of his burger. No wonder his eyes were starting to droop, it was getting late. Papyrus should be walking down the stairs any minute now to say goodnight to his brother.
Sans waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But Papyrus never came.
Sans waited so long he subliminally grew concerned and stood up from the couch and turning off the TV, making his way to Papyrus'. His brother hadn't been out all night, it was alarming how much that was not like him.
Sans got to Papyrus' room and attempted to open the door, to no avail. His brother had locked it again when he left. Now he really was worried. He was seeing himself in the things his brother was doing, thats what disturbed him the most.
Sans skillfuly used his magic to open the door and looked gently upon Papyrus' sleeping frame. He frayed his eyebrows together, a small stressed grimace where his usually happy-go-lucky smile is. He seemed to just be sleeping, thank God.
Sans sighed, he really was getting irrational. As if his brother was going to spontaniously turn to dust? He almost teared up at the thought.
Tomorrow him and Papyrus would suppose to hang out. That was the best time for a talk, and they would talk about this. There was no avoiding it. Sans needed to know, before it drove him insane.
And why was his door locked? He never used to lock him door.
Was he hiding something in there? Maybe someone should look around. In an instant, Sans' eye was growing blue to see in the dark. He went to fully open his brother's door. Papyrus shifted around at the loud creek the door made and Sans turned off his glow immediatley and shut the door, locking it once again.
He would have to figure out a way to get Papyrus out of there tomorrow so he could snoop around and find and clues to the strange behavior. This was something he couldn't let go on with out having an answer.
Sans intook a deep breath and rubbed his eye sockets with his hands while tiredly making his way to his room. He opened the door the his room, shut it behind him and walked over to his bed. Tucking himself comfortably under the covers, he thought about what him and Papyrus would do tomorrow. If Papyrus wanted to do anything... It was so weird thinging that. Usually Sans was the one that didn't want to do anything. Something HAD happened. It had to have. What caused such a drastic change in someone so light-hearted?
Had he failed as a brother? He was suppose to make sure nothing happened at all.
Obviously he had.
With that thought, Sans drifted off into a rocky, unsatisfying sleep.