“Rejection”; Chapter Four
NOTES: Some bad language in this one, just as a forewarning. Also, thanks so much for the support and notes! I’m sorry I haven’t updated this in a while, so I made it extra long. Thanks!
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Hoisting yourself up from off the carpet, you walked back over to the couch. You glared at Sans, but he just ignored you and propped his legs up across the seat where you would've sat. Not even wanting to bother arguing with him anymore, you decided to head into the kitchen and do what you normally do when you’re depressed. Eat.
As soon as you look through the fridge and find that nothing really edible is in there (just some rock hard meatballs and burnt spaghetti), you slam the door close and shove your hands in your short’s pockets. Sans was fast asleep on the couch, but you didn't dare try to lift him. Just as you were about to sit on the floor and sulk by the corner, a crash the volume of a plane exploded behind you.
You whipped your head around, thinking that the pet rock may have fallen off the table mysteriously; but it was just Papyrus marching into the house. Right towards you. You let out a small yelp causing Sans to bolt awake, jumping nearly a foot high. He rubbed his skull tiredly, looking extremely annoyed, but you could care less at the moment. He was being jerk, so you weren't gonna mind him.
Papyrus was the one who you were concerned about; next thing you know, you’re being hoisted into the air and spun around faster than a top. Hard, skinny bones hugged you close to a crimson scarf, which was as soft as sheep’s wool. You clung onto the taller skeleton’s shoulders to keep yourself from falling off, and demanded to know why he was holding you in such a vigorous way.
When you spat out a rude threat about how you would throw up all over the floor if he didn't stop soon, you barely noticed Sans give you a warning glare to chill out. You rolled your eyes, but complied. “GREETINGS HUMAN! I SEE THAT YOU HAVE AWOKEN FROM YOUR SLUMBER. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM JUST SO HAPPY TO HAVE ANOTHER HUMAN FRIEND! FRISK CAN GET QUITE BORING SOMETIMES.” He boomed, and you winced. But, alas, you smiled anyways when the skeleton set you down.
You wanted to faint from the vertigo, but forced yourself to stay upright until Papyrus finished speaking. Sans seemed to respect that. “Ugh….” You tried responding, but as soon as you wanted to work your vocal chords bile shot up your throat. Your eyes widened, and you quickly brought a hand up to your mouth to keep from vomiting. “MY, HUMAN! YOU LOOK GREEN! SANS, I DIDN’T KNOW HUMANS COULD CHANGE COLORS.”
Sans shrugged, and winked to his brother nonchalantly. “eh, this one can. she doesn't have a specific dominant soul trait.” Papyrus gasped, and clasped his hands together excitedly. “WOWIE!! THAT MEANS YOU ARE SPECIAL, UM… WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?” He tilt his head to the side innocently, and kneeled down to your level. Normally he wouldn't have had to do that, but since you were hunched over trying to regain your sense of gravity, Papyrus took it upon himself to keep eye contact throughout your… pleasant conversation.
“U-ugh…(Nickname).” You stammered exhaustively, holding up a finger to give yourself a minute. “’U-U-UH (NICKNAME)’? IS THAT YOUR NAME? I LIKE IT! IT’S NOT AS GREAT AS ‘PAPYRUS’, BUT IT WILL DO.” Papyrus swept his hands under your arms, and pulled you up straight. Releasing you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground, you just barely caught yourself from puking onto the rug. The impact of coming down was enough to make you stumble back and desperately clutch the TV.
“Wait, Paps. That's not my actual-” You tried calling back to the giddy skeleton prancing about, but he just posed heroically and flicked his cape behind him to make it move. “NOW THAT I KNOW YOUR NAME, DEAR HUMAN, I SHALL MAKE US ALL DINNER!” Papyrus stormed into the kitchen, and pots came clashing down onto the floor. You cringed from the noise and your motion sickness, but froze completely when Sans called back for his brother.
“hey papyrus.” Sans cupped a hand next to his teeth to project his voice louder than the clanging of metal nearby. Papyrus poked his head out from around a corner, and had a questioning look on his face. You dart your eyes back and forth between the two, and gasped when Sans asked what was for dinner. “WHY, SPAGHETTI OF COURSE! THE MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS IS SURE THAT YOU’LL BOTH LOVE IT!” And with that, the younger brother disappeared back to his culinary masterpiece.
Sans flicked his pupils over to you, and snickered when he saw your look of horror. You knew that when Frisk had to try some of Papyrus’s spaghetti, they hated it. Now Sans had to go and make you eat it too? You wanted to ask if he would take you to Grillby’s or even Muffet’s instead, but the thought left as quickly as it came. By the way Sans was treating you, it was as if he despised your mysterious knowledge about… well, everything.
You sighed, and slumped down next to the TV. You brought your knees close to your chest, and your eyelids drooped heavily. You wanted to go to sleep badly, to just drift off into a land of dreams. Away from the skelebros, away from your certain death by spaghetti, and away from your feelings of rejection. But, the more you thought about it, Undertale is your land of dreams. Why is it treating you so poorly?
It's not treating you poorly, (Y/N). The little voice in your head said. It's just your emotions that are taking over your experience down here. Remember how thrilled you were when you fell here in the Ruins and met Toriel? When you first met Sans and Papyrus? Those guys are your favorite characters! Shouldn't you be overjoyed every second you are with them? You thought sadly, but countered with the person in your mind nonetheless.
Yes, but I don't know how to do that right now. When I was, ah... rejected, my heart shattered. Now Sans, my favorite person in the entire Underground, is being a dick when he doesn't even know it. He doesn't know how much I adore him, and he most certainly doesn't know that I'm actually a really good person. He just thinks I'm a threat to Papyrus, which I don't blame. I should be treating Paps like the cute little cinnamon roll he is, but rather I'm letting my depression turn into crankiness and I'm taking it out on my only friends. If the skeletons even consider me their friend. Mumbling a few more curse words under your breath, you weren't surprised when Sans coughed slightly to give you a hint to stop.
If only he knew what I was going through right now. If only he knew how confused, heartbroken, and depressed I was. Then he would at least have the decency to quit being such a rude host. You growled at your own words, but it came out more like a pathetic whine.
Across the room, Sans raised a brow in concern. He didn't know why, but he had some sort of odd sympathy for the large human girl. It was a feeling in his gut, tugging at him to crack some sort of joke to make her feel better. His brain fought strongly against it; this girl was dangerous. She has a very, very vast amount of info within her that she is not willing to share, which by definition meant that she was up to something. But… What if she wasn't? What if this human girl was just as lonely, sad, and useless as Sans felt about himself?
Out of the goodness of his soul, he decided to help the human get out of her mood. But it was done reluctantly; like he was only doing it because he had to. Like he was ordered to do so by a parental figure, or something. Which was ridiculous, because this was his house, and he payed the bills here.
“papyrus!” Sans shouted again, but Papyrus didn't come out of the kitchen this time to answer Sans. He simply yelled back, focusing hard on collecting bowls and plates. “WHAT IS IT, BROTHER?” Sans kept his gaze on you, watching as you refused to lift your head up. He frowned, but kept going. “is there a specific type of pasta we’re eating tonight?” Sans asked, and smiled when he got some sort of reaction out of you. You had raised your head up slightly, and plastered a puzzled scowl upon your face.
What is that guy doing?? Does it really matter what shape of nightmare we ingest? You thought sourly, and were a little appalled when you saw that Sans had been staring at you the entire time you were fighting against your own brain. Your heart skipped a beat, and cheeks burned. Dammit. I can't even look at him without blushing. Jesus, (Y/N). You really got issues, if you're in a heavy depression over a guy and wind up blushing for someone completely different. I really am freaking desperate after all…
You sniffled away some silent tears, and brought an arm up to your face. It didn't help cover your red cheeks, but at least it got rid of any evidence that you were crying. The last thing you needed was anyone’s pity.
Sans watched curiously as he saw you raise a tan hand and wipe your face. Your cheeks were glowing brightly, but your expression seemed miserable. It never occurred to Sans that you may be crying, but he did know that something was seriously up. Because after inspecting a such a soul like yours, the way you have been making your first impression appear did not seem accurate to who you actually were at all.
He grimaced, but switched back to a grin before anyone could notice. However, it's not like anyone would, mainly because when he peered back into the kitchen again he saw how Papyrus was busying himself by stirring a pot of homemade sauce together. “NO SANS, WHY DO YOU ASK…?” Sans smirked, and prepared for the barrage of attacks he was about to blow.
You thought furiously to yourself, and could feel those stupid eyes the whole time. When you had caught a glance of Sans’ smile whilst wiping your face, you felt slapping the shit out of yourself. Of course Sans knows what you're going through. He's the only character in the whole freaking game who actually mentions how he has to deal with depression every single day of his life. I'm only suffering a little compared to the amount of time that the poor skeleton must worry over his and his brother’s safety.
Always having to be weary of your surroundings...watching out for nearly everyone you know, since you love them...when does he ever get a break? You feel like a complete douche bag, and continue to belittle your inner confidence with harsh words. Sans knows what it's like to be confused, since he's the one who wants to know how and why I came into this world. I don't even know where to start looking inside myself either; guess I'm not going to be leaving the Underground for a while. Which isn't bad, since I have such lovely monsters to keep me company.
But here I go again making this all about me. That's why he rejected me; I'm a selfish know-it-all that was looking for love to fill the crack caused by loneliness inside my heart. And when I grew too attached, I knew that I would take it really hard when I was eventually turned down. Heartache is all I'm feeling, but Sans would understand that too. Because he's lost his brother before to Frisk, who was actually Chara, who was actually-
“well, i'm just saying…” Sans shrugged on the couch he was laying comfortably on, and you snapped out of your stupor immediately. “why make one type of pasta when you can have more? just imagine the-” he turned his skull to face you, and clicked his teeth for effect, “-pasta-bilities!” Your jaw dropped, and you heard Papyrus scream.
“GAH!! I KNEW IT WAS A PUN!! IT HAD TO BE!!! UGH!” Papyrus shrieked, and you burst into laughter. Sans flinched, and was astounded at the noise coming from your mouth. He thought you’d hate his joke, but luckily that was an incorrect assumption; thankfully, he had way more puns up his sleeve. “paps, get me some paper and penne, cause orzo ‘bout to make you guys do cart wheels for spaghetti!” Sans stood up from his seat, and reached behind the couch.
You perked up intently, and wiped your eyes from tears of laughter. Papyrus stomped out of the kitchen, still holding his huge pot of tomato sauce. “SANS, STOP THIS INSTANT! YOU’RE MAKING THE HUMAN LEAK!” Papyrus shouted, but Sans didn't listen. Instead, he pulled out a trombone from behind the couch and let out a comical riff. You sat up straight and laughed hard, shoulders shaking happily from joy. All the sadness inside you disappears, and you’re left with a rush of euphoria.
“now, let me patella ya something, kid,” Sans winks at you, and instinctively you bring a hand up to your face and cup your warm cheek, “if i were to try and explain all the different was that one could come out of their shell using spaghetti, i would run outta air inside my lunguini's! now that wouldn't be gouda.” At the end, Papyrus had steam coming out of his ears. He was stirring the pasta sauce so hard that you thought it would explode everywhere; foreseeing the future, you ducked under the table with the pet rock just in case. “ENOUGH SANS! THIS IS EXCESSIVE, EVEN FOR ME!! LOOK, EVEN (Nickname) IS HIDING!” He shrieked, pointing to you under the table.
Waving back to him, and he scoffed. You giggled at that, and Sans seemed happy enough that he would end his comedic act. “no need to be so saucy, papyrus. that's gnocchi way to act towards our guest! say, kiddo. what do you make ricotta all this?” He set the trombone down, and balled his hands into fists. His shit-eating grin was gigantic now, and practically begged you to retort back with a pun of your own.
Papyrus, on the other hand, literally cried aloud to do the opposite. “PLEASE, HUMAN! SPARE ME FROM MY BROTHER’S TERRIBLE JOKES! DON’T LET HIS BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU AFFECT YOUR ANSWER!!” He stopped stirring, and awaited your response anxiously. Sans was laughing over your laughter, which made you smile and your heart skip another beat on the inside. Your face was beet red from nearly hacking up your lungs, but at the last second a perfect response came into your head.
You took in a deep breath, and for a moment it seemed as if Sans’ mouth actual opened wide with ecstasy. Papyrus’s solemn expression dropped to one of annoyance, and then his face went blank. “SHE’S GOING TO DO IT, ISN’T SHE-” “HOLY MACARONI!!!” You screamed, and chaos finally erupted in the living room.
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