[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

Comments

[gainedlove]

Frisk giggles quietly, nodding with complete understanding. They love Papyrus and Undyne dearly, but their style of cooking is...certainly unique.

"I'll help you with the samples an' stuff. Food's better with a friend."

Their gaze slides over to Papyrus, and their expression falls a little. "How long does he hafta stay here?"

[skelepun]

The question softens the edges of Sans' eye sockets, turning his gaze back to his brother.

"I dunno, but not too long. You know how Papyrus is, he's gonna get up and start griping about all the work he's missed. It'll be like nothing was ever wrong."

For better or for worse. Sans smoothed a hand over his brother's forehead, laughing.

"Thanks for coming by, kiddo."

[gainedlove]

Frisk nods and smiles, relaxing a bit as Sans reassures them. They knew he would recover quickly here, you always do in the super-science movies, but hearing it from someone they trust helps to make it feel more real.

"Uh-huh. I'll come as much as I can, so he won't be lonely." It's the least they can do.

[skelepun]

"You're a good kid, Frisk." And Sans means it, grinning. Papyrus was going to be overjoyed. "Thank you. I mean it. Y'know... for everything. Feels nice to see a friend."

And he does, that's the weird part. There's no anxiety, no fear, not even the residual kind that follows Frisk's face wherever Sans finds it. It's enough to make Sans feel relaxed, even if only by a small degree.

"I'll call you when he wakes up, alright?"

[gainedlove]

"Ehe!" Frisk's smile grows, gentle and understanding, and they lean against Sans's shoulder in lieu of a hug for now. "You're welcome. I love you both so...so I wanna make sure you're both happy."

They nod, and kick the one foot dangling off the chair awkwardly. "Okay. ...'s it okay if I stay a little while anyway?" They don't want to intrude if Sans wants to be alone right now, but...

[skelepun]

"Heh. You're a sweetheart, kiddo. Of course you can stay." Sans nods for them to climb into the bed. "Papyrus would love the company. Just be careful of his arm, alright?"

[gainedlove]

They smile widely and nod, hucking off their shoes before going over to climb up on the bed (on Papyrus's good side, to be safe). Frisk is small enough that they fit on the bed next to the taller skeleton's lanky body quite easily, and after a moment They've settled themself curled up against him.

Frisk looks over at Sans and smiles, holding one small hand out to him. "Thank you, Sans."

[skelepun]

After a beat's hesitation, Sans takes it. It's hard to ignore the warmth spreading out across his ribs at the gesture.

"... Right back atcha, kiddo."