Pap carefully walked into the kitchen, being very quiet. He wasn’t supposed to mess with the cooking stuff, but Sans was asleep and so he decided he’d make some toast anyway. Generally Pap had breakfast by himself.Â
He was by himself a lot. He tried not to mind when he was left alone while his brother slept, or went to...’work’. It wasn’t exactly easy, but Pap shouldn’t complain. They got by as best as they could. Sans smiled a lot.Â
Most would assume that meant Sans was happy, but Pap knew better. Sans was tired...and not very happy. Pap was never sure why Sans wasn’t really happy, or why he pretended he was happy. He could just ask Sans, but Pap didn’t dare. Some questions didn’t need to be asked about. Pap popped his toast in the toaster they found in the dump, it was easy. It only took a few minutes for him to finish the toast and then put butter and cinnamon sugar on it. When he was done with two pieces he walked out to the main area, and stopped.Â
He looked up at Sans’s room and then carried the toast upstairs. He considered knocking, but he just walked in. Maybe a nice breakfast would cheer his brother up.Â
*SANS, WAKE UP. I MADE YOU SOME TOAST.