92. "are you drunk?" for Page!sans
“hheeeeeeyyyy*hic* Paps, bro, broer, bratr, frère, gēgē, moi fratello… sssembri un po ‘ssstrano…”
Papyrus had been looking for sans almost the whole evening, only to find him in the middle of a speakeasy in a noir novel. He had heard the news of a major accident in the Research Hall where his brother worked earlier and immediately went to see if he was ok. Upon arrival, all he found was Guards trying to sort through the wreckage and the Undergrounds only other researcher besides sans, the scientist Alphys.
…shouldn’t there be more? That seems like a lot of work for just two monsters…
Papyrus pushed the thought away for now and turned his attention back to his brother who was resting his head on the bartop, “Sans, Where Have You Been? Do You Even Know What Happened Earlier? The Main Research Lab Has Practically Been Destroyed Beyond Repair!”
He looked sans over. In front of him were a couple of empty glasses and there was a heavy blush on his face, “Sans, Are You Drunk?”
“me crrroirais-tuuu ssi je dissaisss non?”
“No, Because You Only Talk Like This If You’ve Had Too Much. Sans, I Saw All The Damage. Even Though No One Was Hurt, I Was Worried To Death That…”
sans couldn’t even look him in the eye. His eyelights were fuzzy from this stories alcohol but something seems to weigh heavy on him, “Sans, No One Was Hurt Right? It Should Have Been Just You And Alphys There Today.”
“nah, bro. no one else wass there. just us an’ i wasn’t even hurt.”
Papyrus knew he was lying, there was supposed to be someone else there that day… but that wasn’t important. He performed a check on him for the first time in ages and was instantly concerned with what he saw. His HP was down, there were cracks on his ribcage and spine and damage to his core magic. “Not Hurt My Coccyx!” he exclaimed as he grabbed sans carefully around his middle and picked him up bridal style to avoid further damage to his cracked bones. Then Papyrus turned heel and left as quickly as he could, “You Should Be At A Healers And Eating Magic Made Foods! Not Drinking Swill!”
“Don’t Give Me That Crap Sans.”
“Common Western,” he was too worried to care about politeness as he brought them to the hotel above the speakeasy. sans gave a weak chuckle as Papyrus took him to one of the nicest rooms and laid him on the bed. When sans tried to sit up he turned his soul blue and forced him to lay back down, taking off his shoes for him, “I’m Going To Find Grillby And Get Him To Make You Something. Then As Soon As Your HP Is Stable, We Are Going To Find A Healer. Do Not Move From That Bed Or I Will Let You Suffer With The Hangover Too.”
sans let out a defeated sigh and relaxed on the bed, “ok, paps. i’ll stay righ’ here.”
“Good,” Papyrus straightened up and prepared his magic for the jump to the Library, “I’ll Be As Quick As Possible.”
In a whirl of magic, he was gone. sans sighed and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. He doesn’t sleep, just staring at the ceiling as the alcohol continues to run through his system. Knowing that if he does, all he’ll see is that demon’s face haunting his dreams and the remains of that damn lab around him.
“☹☜❄🕯💧 💧☜☜ ✡⚐🕆 ☝☜❄ ❄⚐ 💣✡ 👌☼⚐❄☟☜☼ ☠⚐🕈📪 ✌💧💧☟⚐☹☜”
(Fact: Page!sans rarely drinks til he’s drunk because the hangovers are brutal for him. When he does, he tends to switch the language he speaks to any that he can read (around 15 human ones and 10 monster ones). When sober he can only speak Common Eastern (English) and Common Fayelark (Main Monster Language))
