What We Hope For (Sans X Reader) ?UNDER EDITING?

Papyrus's POV

IT IS THE FOLLOWING MORNING AFTER THE INCIDENT IN THE GYM. Y/N IS CURRENTLY RESTING IN SANS' ROOM AND AT THE MOMENT THE ONLY PEOPLE ALLOWED INSIDE IS ME AND ALPHYS.

SHE'S BEEN SLEEPING A LOT. BUT WHEN SHE DID WAKE UP I COULD SEE HER FRUSTRATION WITH HOW WEAK SHE WAS.

SANS ALSO HASN'T LEFT THE ROOM MUCH. MOSTLY TO KEEP HER COMPANY. SO FOR THE MOST PART I WAS ALONE. I DON'T LIKE IT. THE ONLY THING I THINK ABOUT IS FLOWEY.

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I KNOW THIS MAY SOUND WEIRD BUT EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT. IT FEELS LIKE THERE IS A HAMMER HITTING MY CHEST.

I NEED TO GET MY MIND OFF OF THIS. OH I KNOW! NOTHING CALMS ME MORE THAN MAKING SPAGHETTI. AND I KNOW Y/N WOULD APPRECIATE THE GESTURE OF MAKING LUNCH FOR HER.

I GRABBED A POT AND BEGAN TO FILL IT WITH WATER. WHEN IT FILLED I TURNED OFF THE FAUCET AND TOOK HOLD OF THE POT.

BUT WHEN I LOOKED DOWN INTO THE THE BOTTOM. I GOT A FLASH OF Y/N'S UNCONSCIOUS FIGURE. STARTLED AT THE SIGHT I DROPPED THE POT. IT LOUDLY LANDED ON THE GROUND SPILLING THE WATER ONTO THE KITCHEN FLOOR.

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"paps everything okay? i heard a crash."

SANS WAS AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE KITCHEN CONCERNED.

I QUICKLY FABIRCATED A LIE AS I SCRAMBLED TO SOAK UP THE WATER WITH A TOWEL PUTTING ON MY BEST SMILE "OH YES BROTHER. I THOUGHT I SAW THAT ANNOYING DOG AND ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED THE POT."

"alright. i'll be upstairs if you need anything." AND HE TELEPORTED TO HIS ROOM BEFORE I COULD SAY ANYTHING ELSE.

I LET OUT A SIGH. SHOULD I TELL HIM THE TRUTH? THAT I'M THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR Y/N GETTING HURT?

I REMEMBERED HIS HOSTILE TONE FROM LAST NIGHT WHEN HE TOLD US ABOUT FLOWEY.

PERHAPS...ITS BEST I STAYED QUIET...

I WAS ABLE TO FINISH THE DISH UNINTERRUPTED AND NOW I CARRIED A TRAY WITH THREE PLATES OF SPAGHETTI UP THE STAIRS. I DIDN'T BOTHER TO KNOCK AND JUST WALKED IN.

Y/N WAS NOW AWAKE SITTING UPRIGHT ON THE BED AND SANS SAT ON THE GROUND BESIDE HER. THE BED WAS SHORT IN HEIGHT SO HE RESTED HIS ARMS ON THE SURFACE OF THE BED.

WHEN SHE TALKS TO ME HER VOICE IS HOARSE AND WHISPERY. EXHAUSTED FROM THE SCREAMING AND COUGHING.

"Oh papyrus you didn't need to make lunch."

"IT IS THE LEAST I COULD DO." ALTHOUGH I SHOULD BE DOING MORE THAN JUST MAKING LUNCH. I HAND HER A PLATE OF SPAGHETTI AND GAVE THE OTHER TO SANS

"SO Y/N HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

"I'm getting better. Actually I wouldn't be this bad if I didn't have those grueling stretches yesterday." SHE LIGHTLY SAYS.

"I-I SEE..."

I TAKE A SEAT ON THE FLOOR AND WE ALL ATE IN COMPLETE SILENCE. Y/N STRUGGLED A BIT, BUT SHE MANAGED FINE ON HER OWN.