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Papyrus stared out the living room window in utter shock. Billions upon billions of white specks of ice and snow flurried relentlessly. He could hardly see farther than a few yards. With this much snow, it wasn't possible to go out training with Undyne without getting hurt on the way. A small whine in agony made its way from his throat. Papyrus couldn't stand being trapped inside all day. He had things to do, puzzles to work on, duties to fulfill, patrolling for humans! What if this one day was the day that creature arrived? What if another monster beat him to it?!
The taller skeleton huffed and began to pace around the house. He picked up a few supplies and proceeded to clean even though he had done that yesterday. He needed something to do. Something to keep him moving and busy. Papyrus could never sit still during the early morning without knowing he had accomplished a task. His puzzle books were filled, he finished reading the mangas Alphys let him borrow, he's cleaned the laundry, his room is tidy, his bed is made, he's taken a shower, Mettaton's showtime hasn't started yet... Of course. He needed to wake up his older brother and serve him his breakfast. Papyrus neatly put down his dusting pan and lightly trudged up the stairs. He glided his hand along the railing and passed his bedroom to the next where his sibling slept. He lifted his right hand and knocked on the door. "SANS! WAKE UP! BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD!"
He dropped his hand to the side slowly, listening for any sound or shuffle from the bedroom. He cautiously turned the knob and peeked his head into the room. He fought the urge to scream in terror at the hideous mess. Trash and dirty laundry were scattered across the smaller bedroom. On the right, he looked at the familiar worn mattress with a few ketchup and grease stains on it. A single thin green sheet was rolled in a lump, laying over a smaller body. Faint snores could be heard.
Papyrus didn't step foot into the filth, staying right behind the carpet seem. He called out once again. A few heartbeats passed and now his nerves were really getting driven on. (If he even had nerves or a heartbeat...) The tall skeleton gingerly tip-toed past the dirty laundry and empty ketchup packets on the floor as he made his way to the lazy slob. Papyrus then bent over and
gently shook his brother from slumber. "SANS ITS BEEN THIRTY MINUTES PAST BREAKFAST TIME!"
Sans pushed into Papyrus's warm hand and mumbled a few inaudible words. "just a few more minutes..."
Papyrus scoffed and nudged his brother more. "NO! RIGHT NOW! I DID SOMETHING DIFFERENT WITH THE SPAGHETTI!" Sans turned his skull and looked up with groggy eyes. His pupils were hazy with tiredness and a weak smile was plastered on his face.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SLEEP SO MUCH! YOU'RE NOT A CAT!" Papyrus crossed his arms in irritation.
The smaller skeleton slowly sat up, a thin oversized t-shirt slipped a little over his shoulder. "you got a prrrroblem with that?~" That usual shit-eating grin pushed its way onto his face after he made the horrible pun. Papyrus threw his head back and howled disapproval.
He couldn't last all 24 hours with this freak.
***
Sans stretched on the couch after he finished his food. The sounds of Papyrus cleaning the dishes were accompanied with the swishing wind of the blizzard outside. Sans used his magic to lift the remote and placed it in his hand. He pressed a few buttons, only to be met with static. "hey bro, the tv ain't workin'."
Papyrus skipped out of the kitchen and finished putting his red gloves back on. He adjusted his scarf and then placed his hands on his hips. "WELL, LUCKY US, ALPHYS LET ME BORROW SOME OF HER MOVIES! THAT'LL SUBSTITUTE THE SHOWS!" The smaller skeleton sighed. Blizzard storms are a rare occurrence, but the connection to the TV happened on a regular basis. The Underground cable and Internet sucked eggs, considering Moldsmalls run the damn
technology control center. Being trapped miles beneath the ground didn't really help, either. The humans Aboveground had a luxury, and he usually found himself pondering on what exactly it was like in their culture.
Papyrus then went back into the kitchen, resuming his now useless cleaning.
Sans titled his head slowly, amused by how his brother tried desperately to keep their self active. It was about time he taught that skeleton how to really relax. "hey, paps. c'mere."
"YES?" he answered from the kitchen, leaning out into the living room. He then power-walked towards the worn green couch. "WHAT DO YOU NEED?"
Sans looked up and lifted a stubby finger and pointed towards the stairs. "i need you to do me a big favor, and change into your pajamas."
Papyrus tilted his head and looked at his older brother. "Uhm, why?"
"just go."
"OKAY!" The taller skeleton dashed upstairs and zoomed into his bedroom. He began to take off his battle body, breast plate first. He pulled down the garment that guarded his pelvis and placed it gently on the floor with the armor. He then slipped off his formfitting protective black suit and folded it neatly.
Now naked, he bent over and pulled out a drawer from the side of his race car bed. All of the clothes in the compartment were perfectly folded and even. No wrinkles were present, and each smelled fresh. Papyrus gave himself a proud mental note and pulled out a pair of pants and a button-up shirt.
***
Sans slowly reached for the bottom cabinet in the kitchen. He took out a small bag of popcorn and climbed on top of the counter. The chubby skeleton was ridiculously short, and it took a toll on normal monster functions , and that fact just made him lazier. He opened the microwave, pushed the package inside, and then turned on the device.
He watched it turn accompanied with the hum of the machine warming the treat. He actually surprised himself that he actually got up to make food. Papyrus would be proud, he thought. Sans felt warmth build up on his cheeks at the the thought of his sibling praising him. Their face lighting up and small eyes widening. He sighed and slouched in his spot, dangling his legs over the kitchen counter.
Sans often bullied himself over thinking of his brother in such a way. His mind would cloud and he'd fantasize about Papyrus writhing underneath him in pleasure and... Ecstasy. He'd imagine how long, curious fingers would explore his body and dip into his ribcage. He'd think about how Papyrus would concentrate and push gentle thrusts inside of him. Sans especially hated it when those thoughts became present every time he'd touch himself. The main reason why he rarely touches himself. Then, a wonder made it to his skull. Does Paps touch himself?...
He then absently shook his head. It was almost becoming a daily occurrence where he'd spend hours thinking sinfully of his brother. I need to stop. Papyrus is an adult, and soon enough he'll find a special someone... A special someone... More special than me.
Suddenly, he heard Papyrus call his name. The taller skeleton peeked into the kitchen and gave the other a silly look. "YOU'RE MAKING POPCORN!?"
"yup."
Papyrus snickered and walked up to Sans. He did his signature stand, hands on hips and chest puffed out. "THAT'S WONDERFUL!" He leaned over and pat Sans on the top of his skull. "IF ONLY YOU DID THAT MORE OFTEN!"
"heh. yeah..."
Before Papyrus left the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly, voice dropping in volume. "Are you okay?"
Sans felt his soul run cold. "yeah, i'm fine." He lied.
The taller skeleton sighed and walked off. He knew Sans lied about his feelings nearly all the time. Day by day, Papyrus would notice tiny things about his brother and then piece it together slowly. He was great at puzzles after all! It's just this one was a tad bit different and may be more difficult to find out.
***
Papyrus skipped into the living room as Sans slowly walked in with a steaming bowl of fresh popcorn. The taller skeleton made himself comfortable on the worn green couch, but still sat straight. He bounced his legs in excitement. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO," he asked eagerly.
Sans chuckled and flopped next to Papyrus and held the bowl between them. He got a handful and tossed it in his mouth with ease. He turned on the TV and the beginnings of the DVD began to play old trailers. "i'm gonna teach you stuff."
Teach!? This oughta be great! His big brother is going to share his awesome knowledge! Papyrus's grin stretched wider across his face. "OH! MORE THINGS ABOUT 'SPACE'!? OR PHYSICS!?" He impatiently bounced in his seat. "WHY DO I NEED TO WEAR MY PAJAMAS!?"
Sans chuckled and got himself comfortable. "no, something better."
"WHAT IS IT!?"
He turned his head and looked up. Sans gave the other his comical wink, signaling that this will not be good. "i'm gonna teach you how to relax."
Papyrus tilted his head and his brow ridge furrowed. "I KNOW HOW TO RELAX! I'M VERY GOOD AT RELAXING!"
The older sibling slowly leaned over and placed a small hand on their shoulder. "no, bro. i mean, really relax. like me."
Oh no. By 'relax' he means, 'be lazy'. "SANS, I'M NOT GOING TO BE LAZY IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE WANTING ME TO DO. THAT IS NOT HOW I-"
"it's okay, paps. we're snowdin today. besides, this is a time for you to take a break and chill out. no need to be so cold."
Sans could practically hear the other's bones boil in frustration.
"BUT-"
"skeletons don't have butts."
Papyrus tensed in fury. He wanted to scream on the top of his lungs, but loving his brother dearly kept him from doing those things. Once in a while he'd tip over and yell, but would usually apologize for the rude manner. Yelling was never the answer to problems. He knew Sans could hear him, there was no need to yell unless they were in a dire, life-threatening, or serious situation.
A longing silence had hung over the two. The younger relative began to doubt if he could keep himself busy. Everything was done, and doing useless cleaning would waste the cleaning supplies. Papyrus absolutely despised wasting. Plus, this was a chance to spend time with his brother. It had been moons since they've had quality time together. Just this once.
"Okay," he sighed in defeat.
Sans's face brightened in joy. He was grateful his little bro agreed to do such things, especially that it was out of their character. He sunk into the cushion and pushed the bowl closer to Papyrus. "every hard working hero needs to have time to recuperate." He ended the statement with another, more sincere wink.