Papyrus mumbled complaints to himself as he cleaned his brother’s room. Sans’ room was so messy. His brother really needed to learn to clean up after himself and Papyrus thought that the best way to get him to do that was to not enable him by cleaning his room. He refused to step in Sans’ room for the longest time, but he couldn’t take it anymore.
Today when Papyrus saw Sans come out of his room, Sans was having to kick his socks back through the door frame because a few were pouring out when he opened the door. And yet the lazybones still shrugged it off when Papyrus confronted him!
Papyrus had been working for about a half an hour when he found some odd crumpled papers squished in between Sans’ mattress and the wall. He was annoyed again, wondering what it could possibly be. It was probably just terrible puns that would make him groan but he decided to check it anyway. He didn’t want to throw anything important away.
He was shocked when he saw what was actually on the paper. It was a love letter addressed to him. Had Sans written this? He had to have. That was his handwriting and he talked about it being weird because they were brothers but not being able to help it. It didn’t look like he was going to ever give this to Papyrus since it was crumpled up, but now he knew and there was no taking it back.
He jumped a little when he heard the front door open. His brother must be back from Grillby’s. He quickly stuffed the paper back where it was and pretended to be working on another area when his brother got back.
