#drunk sans

“May I have this dance?” Fell held out his hand, smirk firmly on his face as Papyrus let out a delighted laugh, taking his hand and following him back into the noise and cluster of monsters and humans all taking their turns at the machines.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when Fell lead him straight to the car racing machines, Fell grinning as he popped a few coins in the slots, Papyrus giving him a smirk as he filled his own, the two of them settling into the seats with a determined look on their faces. Race after race ensued, their cars neck and neck with each go. Stretch and Slim watched from afar, making bets with bits of torn up pepperoni breadsticks as to who was going to win each race.

Fell won a few, Papyrus won a few, and by the end of it the two of them were breathless from laughing so hard. By that time a few humans had been patiently waiting for the games, so both skeletons gathered their won tickets and headed back for the pizzaria, piling them up with what had already been brought.

Sharing another pizza, this one half vegetarian and half meat lovers, the four of them dug in and talked about nothing of consequence, nothing important, and certainly, absolutely nothing to do with Papyrus’ lack of companionship with his brother.

After cleaning their fingers and finishing off their sodas, Fell and Slim counted up the tickets, their eyes gleaming as they rattled off an obscenely high number. Papyrus clapped his hands, already nearly running up to the counter to see what the most expensive items were.

They had enough for nearly all but the most top tier, expensive in money only type items, but one of the items still in their budget happened to be a nice gaming system, along with a popular game Papyrus had his sight on for at least a few months, only held back by the fact that he didn’t have the system it played on.

Something must have given his desire away, since the vote was clear for the system along with the game, all the tickets handed over as Fell took the bag from the clerk, the four of them walking out of the arcade with large grins. Papyrus tried to ignore the small pit of disappointment he felt, knowing that if he wanted to play the game, he’d have to bother them at one of their houses, but he was prepared for the inevitable anxiety.

“So who’ll be taking it home? I assume Slim, since he was the one with the most tickets!” Papyrus laughed playfully, nudging Slim with his shoulder as they walked slowly to the car. Slim nudged him back, laughing under his breath, though he shook his head.

“Nope, not me darlin’.”

Papyrus narrowed his sockets a little, then looked to Stretch. “You then? I mean, you have the biggest tv of all of us, I’m sure it’d work better there.”

Stretch tilted his head, grinning a strangely weird grin. “No, not me Paps.”

Well now Papyrus was just confused. He looked to Fell, who simply held out the bag, leaving him even more baffled until Fell actually took his hand and left the bag in it. He looked down at the bag for a long moment, then, tears in his eyes, he grabbed them all into as tight of a hug as he could manage, the three of them holding him back just as tightly.

The drive home was filled with laughter and jokes, Papyrus making puns that had the other three wiping tears from their eyes. It was almost bittersweet, getting out of the car to head into an empty house, but his glee from an entire day spent with his favorite people in the whole world hadn’t dissipated even as he waved goodbye and watched them head down the road, leaving him on his own.

He very carefully did not think about the fact that Sans wouldn’t be home yet, and likely wouldn’t even come home that night. Instead he kept his smile bright as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind him. It was sudden that the smell hit him, a slightly minty scent that instantly made him both immensely happy and overwhelmingly wary.

Sans was home, somewhere on the bottom floor of their house, and while Papyrus was so happy he was home it hurt, some small, tiny part of him was suspicious. Sans was never home, not anymore. What’d happened? Was he hurt? Worry spurred him to move quickly into the kitchen, the smell coming most strongly through the open doorway, and there Papyrus found Sans, the smaller skeleton sitting slumped over at the table, a bottle of something decidedly vile in his hand.

Sans seemed to notice his presence, his skull tilting up as he looked at him with an empty stare. It sent a shiver down Papyrus’ back, but what Sans said made him feel sick.

“Wher’re ya been, Paps? Ya nevah leave tha house… I was w-worried…” Sans seemed to look him over, taking in his nice dress and the bag still in his hands, and a look of suspicion took over the blankness.

“What’d ya do, go out an’ ‘ave a party? Wit’out me? Tha’s so mean, Papy, why’d you, why’d you do that…” It was then that he seemed to get a particularly good sniff of Papyrus’ scent, because his hackles raised immediately, Papyrus actually taking a step back as Sans stood from his seat. “Who’ve you been with? You smell like, like Beta and Alpha, who’ve you been with Paps, you c’n tell me, I’ll go easy on ‘em-”