THERE WAS SOME HOPE.

YOU'RE HOME... [Independent Papyrus from Undertale. Brother to skeleshell] [ ABOUT / RULES FOR MOBILE ]

[skeleshell]

surypap:

“WELL… I DON’T KNOW. I’M JUST USED TO IT.”

Papyrus shrugs a shoulder, now intent on continuing those gentle pets to those curious antennae.

“but are you happy?

“… i remember the surface. i was there, when… when i wasn’t sure where you were. i lived in a little shed, a room all to myself. i would go outside and the sun was on my face and the skies were so, so blue, and there was grass… and there was wind, real wind, and i…

“i just want you to know what that’s like. i want you to be happy like i was when i was there.”

[surypap-blog]

“WELL.. I GUESS I’M NOT HAPPY. BUT I’M NOT... NOT-HAPPY? I FEEL NEUTRAL. BUT... I DO WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!! WE JUST.. HAVE TO WAIT, I GUESS.”

[surypap-blog]

skeleshell:

“… mm.”

But he isn’t sure about it, not really. Living underground is a change, a big one from the surface – the world he was used to before when he lived in a shed.

The antennae feel up Pap’s hands before settling down.

“ok. i believe you. but… are you really happy stuck down here?”

“WELL... I DON’T KNOW. I’M JUST USED TO IT.”

Papyrus shrugs a shoulder, now intent on continuing those gentle pets to those curious antennae.

[surypap-blog]

skeleshell:

“ok. ok. but… what about you? you’re not happy. and, and what if, he comes back? and he tries to get me? because he’d try to kill me, i know he’d… he’d try, because i got away from him, and…”

He lapsed into silence after that. Antennae flicked around nervously.

“… sorry.”

“I’M HAPPY IF YOU’RE HAPPY.”

He reaches up to pet those antennae, gentle as can be.

“IF HE COMES, WE’LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT. BUT I WON’T LET HIM HURT YOU.”

[surypap-blog]

skeleshell:

“… the reason why i was gone for so long was, someone came here and took me away. he erased all my memories, destroyed my soul. used me like a personal puppet. and, he’s still out there, with a new body probably, and i wanted to warn you but i didn’t want you to go looking for him to get him back!”

Sans? is visibly upset.

“and i can’t stop thinking about what if he finds us? what if he finds me again?”

“......”

Papyrus kneels and pulls his tiny brother into a tight hug.

“I WILL PROTECT YOU. I WON’T GO SEEK REVENGE, I PROMISE. I JUST WANT YOU SAFE AND HAPPY, OKAY?”

[surypap-blog]

@skeleshell

“I WON’T GET MAD. I PROMISE.”

[surypap-blog]

[[ANTI-PAPYRUS -> SURYPAP]]

[skeleshell]

anti-papyrus:

“UUUGGGHHHHH!!!! I’M MAD THAT I ACTUALLY MISSED YOUR PUNS!!!!!!!!”

“sounds like that really… bugs you. heheheheheheh! snort.” … “heheheheheh!!”

[surypap-blog]

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!!”

[skeleshell]

“brooooo… don’t be-etle that way…”

[surypap-blog]

“UUUGGGHHHHH!!!! I’M MAD THAT I ACTUALLY MISSED YOUR PUNS!!!!!!!!”

[skeleshell]

So, if you're part beetle now, does that make you 'Sans the Exoskeleton'?

* yessssssss.

[surypap-blog]

“OH MY GOD.”

[surypap-blog]

skeleshell:

[An appreciated nod in Sen’s direction before he turns his attention back to Papyrus, reaching up to wipe his face clean of tears. Sans? can’t keep his gaze on the other. His answer might crush him.]

* … * i. i don’t. my memory was ripped out of me. but i know you’re my brother. * i know that much.

* i’m sorry, papyrus… i’m… s-so sorry…

[Seems like he’s afraid Papyrus will be upset, or reject him, or…]

Years of irritation and exhaustion seem to fade the instant Sans? starts apologizing.. and Papyrus wraps his arms around him and pulls him close in the gentlest, most relieved embrace. A deep shudder travels through his entire body as he lets out a singular, tired sigh.

“It’s okay. It’s o-okay. I missed you. I m-missed you so much, Sans..”

Ah... now he’s the one that’s crying.

“I s-spent such a long time looking for you.. I had everyone looking for you, for so long.. I didn’t know what to do without you h-here..”

[surypap-blog]

rosetintedgaster:

skeleshell:

[Holy fuck. It’s a mess. A far cry from his nice, clean shed. Already he’s following Sen in and wishing he could remember how to use that nifty telekinesis power so many of his alts seem to have. As the door is shut behind them, Sans? finally removes his hood. His antennae are as far back as he can force them to be.]

[He speaks haltingly.]

* … i. i think so.

* i don’t remember, but this is my home, so… i think it’s me. * but, you would know, right? * … papyrus?

[❄ Sen, being the dad he is, is already starting to clean up the place. Gonna let these boys talk a bit.]

Papyrus manages a weak glare as Sen just seems to make himself at home and do whatever he pleases, but his gaze is quickly drawn right back to his “brother”...

“I... I would hope so. You.. you’re all.. different. But.. you sound like him. You have the exact same face..”

He approaches Sans? and kneels in front of him, just... looking him over. There’s the tiniest hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but there’s just as much hope, too.

“Do you... not remember anything..?”

[surypap-blog]

rosetintedgaster:

skeleshell:

[The yelling immediately frightens him and he ducks behind Sen. His eyelights are gone, smile gone – and he’s peeking out from behind the Gaster like a child would. Probably not the behavior that Anti would remember from his brother.]

* …….

[It’s clear that he doesn’t know what to say, or even how to react. Though… he’s starting to tear up.]

[❄ Sen reaches back and gently pats the boy’s head reassuringly before looking to the distress-struck Papyrus.]

* Ah…

* There is… much to discuss. May we come in?

“......”

The look on Sans?’s face may as well have dusted him on the spot.

He quietly steps back and motions to let the two inside, gently shutting the door behind them.

The house is an absolute mess. There are articles of clothing and various (empty) bottles of alcohol piled up in random places. The kitchen is inaccessible. The TV is outright shattered and on the floor, with a little radio half-assedly placed on top of it. Couch is mostly intact... though it’s still a shitty couch. It looks like he’s been sleeping there as of late, judging by the pillows and blankets.

He looks ashamed of himself.

“SANS... .. .. Sans..? Is... Is that really you..?”

[skeleshell]

rosetintedgaster:

* I’m sure they did…

[❄ He tugs him so they walk a little closer; he was here for him, he would keep him safe if something bad were to happen. Soon enough they’re at the house, and he stands with Sans? at the door.]

* You should knock.

[Deep breath. In, out. A shaky hand rests on the door before knocking three times.]

* …

* this is it, i guess. h-heh. time to be emotionally punched in the ribs.

[Sans? shifts anxiously as he waits for something – anything – to happen.]

[surypap-blog]

There’s a loud, definitely-a-Papyrus yell of frustration from somewhere within the house, said skeleton quickly approaching judging by the sound of heavy footsteps. The door swings open.

“I TOLD YOU, I DON’T NEED ANY OF YOUR PIT--”

“... ?!”

He’s staring straight at Sans?. With his hood up, he can’t see the antennae.. all he can see is the face of a brother he definitely recognizes. He’s gone absolutely still and quiet.

[surypap-blog]

“IMPORTING ALCOHOL FROM THE CAPITAL IS EXPENSIVE, BUT.... WORTH IT.”

[itstimetosmilee]

I doubt Vodka is the answer, but it’s worth a shot

[surypap-blog]

[ UPDATED STATUS ]

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET HOME

I SAW A SANS, NOT MY SANS

BUT NOW I MISS HIM AGAIN I NEED MORE ALCOHOL I HATE THIS

[surypap-blog]

“GRILLBY ISN’T LETTING ME COME IN ANYMORE UNLESS IT’S JUST FOR FOOD..”