Sans sighed as he got home. He would be taking Claire home from PTA meetings from now on. He really liked Claire, she was nice. He didn’t really like Helen or Rachael though. They were being asses and he had only met them for the first time. He liked Claire, she was nice. He had bought a half-acre lot and transported their house onto it, adding a driveway, garage, and fence as well as a two extra rooms that were down the hall from Sans and Papyrus’s. Sans parked and went in. The kids were running around in the backyard and Papyrus was in the kitchen, from what Sans could hear. The strong scent of spaghetti filled the air. Was Papyrus cooking? Sans wasn’t sure. He walked into the kitchen and saw Papyrus cooking, the kitchen a mess.
“Oh...Um...Hi Sans….” Papyrus looked embarrassed.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m cooking spaghetti. You work so hard to take care of me and the kids that I wanted to do something for you.” Papyrus gulped and Sans thought he looked cute. He inwardly shook his head.
No! He’s my brother! If I want to be with him I have to reveal myself and I can’t do that! In truth, Sans wasn’t actually related to Papyrus. He had been adopted by Sans’s dad after his friend, Papyrus’s dad, died. But Sans never told Papyrus that.
Why can’t you tell him? A small voice asked. Sans was sure it was one of the souls.
Because, Nightmares aren’t very accepted. They are considered terrors. He didn’t comment on his other fear.
You fear rejection as well. The voice commented.
Look, leave me alone alright! I don’t want to so I won’t! Sans inwardly exclaimed.
“Sans?”
“Sorry Papy, I’m just surprised.” Sans shook his head, smiling.
“That’s good because I’ve been planning this for a while and was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Papyrus chuckled nervously with a smile.
“Well you succeeded!” Sans’s smile broadened and Papyrus grinned.
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A couple of hours after dinner, Sans felt a couple of strange pulls and twists on his magic. He excused himself to bed and slipped into his room, locking the door. Not long after shutting the door, Sans fell to his knees, a cry of pain barely held back. He felt his magic twist, turn, and BURN painfully. He let his illusion magic dissipate and it eased a fraction of the pain, it was enough to allow him to drag himself into his closet but unable to shut it. Sans curled into the large piles of blankets at the bottom, breathing heavily. Sans’s eyes screwed shut. His wings floofed up and his tail sputtered, flickered, and flared as it curled, his ears flattened against his head.
“Sans? You went to bed earlier than normal, are you ok?” Sans’s eyes snapped open. He was suddenly glad that he had been able to lock the door.
“I-I’m fine!” Sans had a hard time keeping the pain out of his voice, he winced.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“I assure you Papyrus, I’m fine.” Sans inwardly cursed, he only called Papyrus by his full name when something was wrong and he was sure Papyrus had figured that out by now.
“Sans, I’m coming in.” Sans coughed softly, unable to do much more. He hoped Papyrus didn’t get in. Sans heard a crack, of course he broke the door knob. Sans curled in on himself, hoping to be mistaken for a blanket and closed his eyes. The door creaked open and he heard Papyrus step in, then the door shut. Sans held back a gasp as the burning pain increased sharply. He curled up tighter.
“Sans?” Papyrus hadn’t seen him yet and Sans hoped that it would stay that way.
“Night!” The kids called out from their bedrooms.
“Goodnight!” Sans and Papyrus called back, Sans out of habit more than anything else. He coughed. A few moments later, he felt a hand on his wings. He shivered and duly noticed the burning lifting slightly. Papyrus moved the feathers towards him to help himself see Sans. Sans could hear the gasp.
“Sans?” Papyrus sounded surprised.
“I’m sorry for being a mix.” Was all Sans said.
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