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

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

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!))

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Papyrus had quickly fallen unconscious once Toriel started healing him. With the screaming pain in his arm subsiding to a dull throb, Palatino's life-draining effects finally took hold, knocking him out for the rest of the rush to medbay.

He stayed unconscious for the rest of the day and all through the night, and even when he woke up the next morning he was hardly his bright, cheerful self. His arm had been cast and put in a sling to help stabilize his broken clavicle, the pain was back with a vengeance, and this time it cut deeper than the physical.

Papyrus had been visiting Palatino for nearly two months. As soon as he'd heard the story of a monster in captivity, he'd tried to reach out, be a friend. He'd wanted him to feel included, cared about, less alone. And, over time, he thought that care might have blossomed into something more for them both, something deeper and giddy and exciting and scary all at once, but five minutes in the room had been enough to shatter that illusion. Palatino had tried to kill them. He'd gotten a read on his soul, and it was a hungry, bloodthirsty blank.

Definitely not a monster like him. Or Sans.

And that realization, which kept breaking over him the moment he tried to forget, hurt so much worse than the broken bones.

He sat up, wincing, and looked at the person sitting nearby in dull surprise.

"Oh... how long have you been sitting there?"

Edited 2016-03-12 08:43 (UTC)

The crack in his skull was barely a scrape by most standards, not even enough to stagger most people. For Sans, it was life threatening, and even now that it was healed a faint sliver of light colored bone showed plainly just how close Sans had come to yet another "vacation."

And all for something so... well, Sans refused to dwell on it, not when his brother was still laid up and recovering.

That's where anyone could find him, leaning next to Papyrus' bed in the med bay and flipping through magazines without actually reading a word. Any visitors are awarded with an immediate once over.

"If you want to see Pap, he's still asleep."

[Both skeletons needed a few days to recuperate, and to reassure their friends they were going to pull through. Papyrus was a fighter, and his HP was ticking back up steadily to full. After a day or two he was bored and restless enough to make his first escape attempt, bare feet clacking gently on the floor.

Papyrus is fairly confident Sans is asleep, but he tries to be quiet anyway. His brother seemed to have unusually sharp senses when it came to looking after him.

Well... usually, anyway.]

Edited 2016-04-05 20:54 (UTC)

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