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Papyrus manipulating Sans into helping with his heats bc “Undyne wouldn’t be interested, and it seems unfair that the Great Papyrus should have to cope on his own...”
Papyrus keeps claiming that he will find “a more suitable partner” every time, but again and again Sans finds himself in the same situation with his brother
Eventually, in some way, he kind of finds himself expecting it. Looking forward to it. Until one day, Papyrus announces that he won’t be needing his help anymore,
There’s a plummeting feeling of disappointment in Sans’ soul, and he feels so wrong for it. He should be happy, right? He should be relieved.
But the Great Papyrus isn’t one to not notice Sans’ less than enthusiastic response.
But the Great Papyrus isn’t one to not notice Sans’ less than enthusiastic response.
“What’s the matter, brother?”
Sans shakes his head, but the lie isn’t good enough for Papyrus.
“Are you not proud of me?”
There’s a pause, and if Sans didn’t know better, a bit of *malice* to the next question.
“...or did you prefer things as they were?”
Sans shakes his head, but the lie isn’t good enough for Papyrus.
“Are you not proud of me?”
There’s a pause, and if Sans didn’t know better, a bit of *malice* to the next question.
“...or did you prefer things as they were?”
“Honestly, Sans... We’re you wanting this to continue? I’m your *brother.*”
Usually, being older, Sans feels like he can get away with hiding things from Papyrus. The resets and timelines. But given how quickly he’s seen through, he is starting to suspect otherwise.
Usually, being older, Sans feels like he can get away with hiding things from Papyrus. The resets and timelines. But given how quickly he’s seen through, he is starting to suspect otherwise.
Much to Sans’ confusion, Papyrus’ tone softens, a contrast with that previous (faux?) disappointment.
“If that were the case... you know you can tell the Great Papyrus anything, right?”
“If that were the case... you know you can tell the Great Papyrus anything, right?”
unaware that he’s being expertly played, a chill runs through his bones, hands being stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.
“...I know that. Happy for you, Paps.”
Sans can’t help but to feel self conscious about his own tone, words betraying his self-forbidden thoughts.
“...I know that. Happy for you, Paps.”
Sans can’t help but to feel self conscious about his own tone, words betraying his self-forbidden thoughts.
Papyrus seems to look him over, but *for now* this topic would be dropped.
“Thank you, Sans. I’ll be out for a bit, but I’ll be back tonight.”
“Sounds good, bro.”
A relief to that awkward conversation for Sans, but being left with his own thoughts... was a whole other problem.
“Thank you, Sans. I’ll be out for a bit, but I’ll be back tonight.”
“Sounds good, bro.”
A relief to that awkward conversation for Sans, but being left with his own thoughts... was a whole other problem.
