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Reader is robotic hybrid. After responding to a call with their fire department they were hung from the top floor of the building they were in.
They were sent up with a partner in order to search for survivors in the fire when their partner got hit by a falling beam. After pulling them out to the balcony and sending them down the ladder with another of their partners they hear a call for help from inside. The let their parter know and head back in getting hit by falling rubble themselves. After pulling themselves out and barely managing to make it to the balcony’s door they found themselves with a rope around their neck and their feet being kick from under them. “You nasty firefighters, always running in to save people. Putting out my fires. You never let me have sny glory.” A voice sneers in their ear, their vison starts to fade to black. They struggle and fight their attacker leading them to bursting open the balcony door, the cold air burning on their body. Their injuries, burns and breaks along with the lack of oxygen caused their body to start to shut down, the get dragged to the balcony edge and are throw off, the make shift noose snagging them from falling to the street below, the try to pull them selves up the rope but the rope snaps from fire damage and the fall, dying almost instantly from the impact. The last thing they remember is thinking ‘i don’t want to die, i refuse.’ With a burning in their chest before they subcum to darknessThey wake up in black. No depth perception nothing infront of them and nothing behind. They cant move their arms andw when they look down they heave and vomit, both of their arms are severely burned one facing an angle they are sure is not normal, their legs in similar condition. After vomiting what feels like everything and nothing at all they lay there, stairing into the black. After laying there for whst feels like years they attempt to stand finding it hard but possible, and they walkEnd of flash back
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You were a monster supporter. Not that you advertised it, but your overall friendliness to monsters on the job didn't quite hide that fact. This had led to some unsavory situations. And of course not wanting to lose your job and only source of income you'd put up with the threats, sneers, and overall rude gestures during the times you would welcome a monster into your line. Eventually you started talking to a tall skeleton in a red scarf and a "battle body"; even though you swore not to become friends with customers you couldn't help but be friends with this lovable goof.His personality was too hard to ignore, and you aren’t sure what reasons he has to want to be in your presence, but considering your friends are few and far inbetween you don’t fret. Rather you enjoy getting to know him.Over the time of a few months you learned that him and his brother lived nearby the store until an accident caused him and his brother to have to move into the more monster populated area of the town. This greatly confused you when he explained this to you after asking to stay overnight considering this store was, literally, on the other side of the town hours away from their home. He explains to you that “you were his friend and he couldn't leave a friend behind” so he came to visit you... rather regularly actually. If you consider twice a week and occasionally staying the night regularly. Of course people weren't exactly open to the thought of this tall skeleton frequently visiting the best and biggest store in this part of town and tried to force him out the store. This lead to the current situation you are in. There were two drunken men standing in front your line trying to reach the skeleton behind you.“ ‘ove girlie, we don't wanna hurt a ‘arling girl like you, it’s the monster fucker we ‘ant." One sneers at you as he jabs to papyrus who is standing behind you after you forced him behind the counter when the two men came to your line. The managers while not exactly open to monsters have never gave you issues with papyrus occupying your lane seeing as he moved out the way when customers came up and regularly bought items so he wasn’t loitering. So him being in your lane when these too showed up wasn’t abnormal. In a fit to shield him you pushed him behind the counter when these too started showing problems. Today happens to be one of the two days papyrus has set aside to come to visit you this week.Papyrus (his name you learned after his first introduction as the "The great Papyrus") was making himself as small as possible, fear and orange tears dancing across the corners his eye sockets. Papyrus was on his routinely visit to you when he had a half empty bottle of what smelled like cheap bear smashed against the back of his skull and upper spine. You shouted as glass and beer go flying all over him and your checkout line. You quickly jumped in front of him making sure no more attacks could be aimed at the young skeleton. Drunk number two makes a move to run behind you and the counter to grab at the fearful skeleton but a well placed foot trips him in his poorly executed stupor. You watch as his nose smashes flat against the floor, a hard look on your face as his hands fly to his face in an attempt to stop the bleeding from the now crooked and broken thing. You didn’t care for fighting but papyrus was one of the few friends you had, and nothing is work a life including some petty racism."Surprisingly you look better now than you did when you walked in, congrats on the makeover asshole." you sneer. You flicker over to drunkard one, eyes hard and heart on your sleeve. You couldn't care about yourself but when your friends were in danger you'd put everything on the line to make sure they were ok. You didn't have many friends so what you did have you would protect fiercely. “YOU MONSTER FUCKING WHORE. LOOK WHAT YOU DID." he lunges at you. You grimace as the smell of cheap beer and some nasty cologne wafts into your nose. Not having time to stop him you cross your arms in front your face in a attempt to blunt his hit. You feel his body slam into yours. You can feel your legs giving into the sudden weight added to them. Your back slams into the floor knowing the air out your lungs and forcing stars in your eyes. you kick up and try to use your legs to get him off your chest, gasping for breath. Physically you cant pull his hands from around your neck normally. But this isn’t a normal situation. With adrenaline and fury in your veins you manage to get him off you with a few hard shoved knocking his back into the counter giving you a few precious seconds to gulp in air before he lunges at you with a beastly cry. You lined you hand up to his left shoulder and used the force of his run to deter him off course into the back of the counter you grab his face before he can shake the blow and slam the back of his head into the countertop successfully knocking him out cold. Sweaty, out of breath, and in pain you turn to the other guy but he’s already out the door long before you turned, you face papyrus and make sure he's ok. You see small flakes of dust falling out his upper battle body and your mind comes to a screeching halt. You scream."ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck. Papyrus are you all right. Is it the glass. Whatdoido. oh fuck this paps get the fuck in my car." you basically dead lift him and furiously scramble to get him outside and in your car. You pointedly ignore the thoughts of how light he is (filing that into the ‘many questions answered with magic’ drawer.) as you struggled to fit him in the back seat of your car, you can’t afford to have him sit up and theres little space for legs and laying down in your messy car, After a few minutes of panicked driving and fearful sobs you get the skeleton into your apartment slamming the door behind you. You lay him on the couch quickly yet gently pulling his scarf and battle body top off. With his ribs and spine exposed you can see the shards of glass wedged between the divots in his spine and other bones you dont know the name of. You run to the bathroom grabbing all your medical supplies including a pair of shiny worn tweezers. “Shit papyrus ima help you out big guy just hang on,” you call over your supply filled arms. You kneel on the couch and use the medical gauze to sop up the booze, dust, and what you assume to be magic acting as blood. You question why he wasn’t wearing anything under his armor top, but dont ask too worried about making sure he is ok to worry too much about. After you remove the liquids obstructing your view use the tweezers to carefully yet quickly remove the offending pieces of glass, noting that the more they grate on bones the more dust you see. Carefully you finish removing the glass intentionally ignoring papyrus’ groans of pain not being able to afford being distracted. Only once everything was removed and loosely covering in medical bandages, and he is no longer groaning in pain, do you leave his side. Knowing that monster food most often holds magic with the ability to heal you stocked up on some, knowing you’d need it with how often you run into things. Although it only has the ability to heal small injuries you decide to try and get pap to eat some monster candy or cinnabunnies. “Heya pap, how you feeling.” you pathetically ask the hurt monster. Your answer is a groan of pain followed weekly by “PAINFULLY, AND BETTER.” glad that he was able to at least reply with some of his usual exuberance you open the pack of cinnibunnies. “Hey pap, you think you can eat this for me, i'm not sure how much it’ll help but i think you should try.” you smile weakly and hold the sweet treat up to his teeth, not very sure how this would work. Seeing as he had no tongue, throat, or lips to eat this with. His teeth part and you rest about a quarter of the small snack on this lower teeth so he can bite. You feel his teeth tear the treat in half and watch in quiet awe as he chews and swallows the bite, Listening to him moan painfully as the smallest of the chips heal. When his fingers rest around the treat you let him grab it and allow him to eat it under your watchfull eye. As he eats the treat you open his phone (pulled from the battle body once you were sure he would be ok) and call his emergency contact. The emergency contact turned out to be his older brother sans. Who you soon figured out is very over protective and very very scary. When he quickly showed up at your doorstep and almost killed you. After some very rushed explaining and some regretful apologies sans understood the situation and said he would call up a healer that can come heal paps enough to be transported to the monster hospital on the other side of town. You hope the healer can heal the injuries sans gave you in the process of freaking out as well.
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Given that you know very little about monster anatomy all you could do for papyrus was feed him monster food and keep him from fretting over his brother. And by fretting over his brother, you mean yelling about the obscene number of puns he was telling. You think it's a stress response. Telling pund you mean, because you cant think of any reason someone would know what many puns for anything besides gag jokes and stress.“SANS YOU CAN’T CORRUPT MY GOOD FRIEND WITH YOUR SILLY PUNS.” you flinch at the volume, “Hey big guy, you really need to stay calm, I am pretty sure I got all the glass out of your bones but I really would rather be safe than sorry Hun.” He gives you those eyes, you know those eyes, they’re the large I'm sorry eyes the ones that make you feel bad about the situation you’re in. You glance at sans wondering if he saw it, but he has a faraway look in his eyes and you’re not sure he even heard you. “Look Hun, I can’t do much in terms of healing you right now but I can make sure you don't hurt yourself any more than you are now, Ok?” You look at him and sans give you a weird look, you don't think much of it assuming you just have an odd look on your face. Softly he exclaims, “Don’t worry, it’ll take a lot more than a little glass to gravely injure The Great Papyrus.” The look he gives you melts your heart, he almost looks like a kicked puppy, and you feel much worse. He wouldn’t have gotten into this situation if he wasn’t worried about
visiting you, the oaf. “I know big guy, doesn't stop me from worrying though,” your eyes water some “this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been visiting me at the time Paps, I can't help but feel bad, the only reason you were even there was because you were spending time with me.” “Paps, Toriel should be here soon to heal you up, if she gets here in thyme, she should be able to heal everything and you won't need to go to the hospital, would that be ter-rib-fic?” “SA-sans more puns really, you’re going to ruin the mood!” Sans looked confused. “Mood?” He looked between the two, not having been paying attention to their conversation; he didn't understand, “what ‘mood’ Paps?” He looks at you and notices the wet around your eyes not having done a good job wiping them off. “Were you… coming on to my brother! papyrus, were they coming on you?!” You sigh “sans. papyrus is asexual and aromatic, he isn’t into relationships.” you glance to papyrus to get confrontation not sure if you remember it right but you’re relieved when he nods. “Sans i’m not into relationships like that, I prefer platonic cuddling and making friendship dinner.” He glances your way, you think he’s looking to see if you are offended by his disinterest, but you just shrug at him. You have been friends for almost a yeah now. Having learned about his sexuality and romantic interests early on it doesn’t bother you. While you know papyrus isn’t as innocent as he may seem you just cant bring yourself to have anything more than friendship feelings for him. Now dont get you wrong you would sell you soul and your left kidney for the big guy, but not romantically. And thats fine with the both of you. “I haven’t really found anyone I’m interested in either,” shrugging off sans’ comment, “papyrus is a good friend to me, almost like family. The closest we’d get to romantic is platonic cuddles.” You do blush at the look papyrus gives you when you call him family. “AWW YOU’RE LIKE FAMILY TOO!” His usual volume returns before you give him a pointed look reminding him of his situation, “You’re one of my closest friends too Hun,” you falter a little at the nickname, you guess he started picking it up from you, “I’m glad you think of me that way.” Oh, that smile you want to pinch his cheeks, not actually sure if you can even pinch his cheeks with them being made of bone you go for it and try. His cheeks are surprisingly soft and malleable, an orange hue takes over some of the white on his face and you take that as your cue to stop squishing his face. You smile and lean back against the bottom of the couch; huh you don't even remember sitting down. You shrug it off with a grain of salt, probably having sat down when you were cleaning out paps ribs. Suddenly you’re exhausted, you remember about work and you blanch. You’re probably going to lose your job over this. You left in the middle of a shift, and you fought customers. Nope this is it you’re going to lose your job, you almost curl into yourself as you think about what you are going to do, you have enough in savings to pay the bills for a few months but nothing more. You're not even sure if your nest egg will last you long enough to get another job. Almost as if noticing your change in demeanor, Papyrus rests his hand on the back of your neck and gives it a small squeeze, “Hey, Hun what’s wrong, you got quiet all of a sudden?” You turn your head to look at him, “I just realized I'm going to lose my job.” You almost whispered not really believing your own words. A look of concern flashed across his face and he attempted to sit up, you moved to stop him, but sans is already there. Hands on his bare rib cage gently but firmly pressing him back onto the couch. Sans tries to get him to lay back down concerned for his injuries but, as papyrus is he gently brushes his hands away and slides off the couch to sit next to you. “Hun what are you doing you need to re- “you’re cut off as one if his arms goes around your shoulders and the other around your front firmly pulling you to his side. You shift so his ribs are digging into your side and just kind of melt. You don’t want to cry but can't help your eyes water. You close your eyes and try to breathe. You definitely are going to lose your job. And like magic you hear your phone buzzing in your bag. Almost like the universe is taunting you. You get up to grab your phone and take a deep breath. “Hello?” You answer the phone hesitantly sitting back down with papyrus, his arms coming around you again. On the other side is your boss or well Manager you could say. “What happened today. What is it that I am watching on these cameras right now?” “Well,” you start, “I was hanging out with Papyrus when two drunk men came up to my lane, they started sneering and trying to grab at papyrus even though he was out of the way and minding his business. I pulled him behind the counter because I was worried about his safety when one of the men hit him in the back of his head with his half empty alcohol bottle. I did not retaliate just yet because they had not attacked me but when they did swing at me, I, as I’m allowed, protected myself and another customer i.e., papyrus.”You hear her sigh on the other side of the receiver, “I see that, what I don’t understand is why you saw it was necessary to knock that one man out and then leave. What I don’t understand is how instead of coming get another manager or security you just left.” You take a deep breath and continue. “I left because my close friend was injured and unlike humans, he can’t take a whole lot of injuries without risk of death like dusting. He was already dusting before I got him into my car. So, seeing as how this was a life-or-death situation, I figured leaving was the best option because there is no monster hospital or health care on this side of the city.” You hope that is enough for her, you hope it's enough to keep your job but you're not too sure, you can almost hear her thinking on the other line, and the air is so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. You’re her breath out and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I really am, you are one of our best employees but, we have to let you go. It’s not my choice and it’s not your fault but, the big boss decided that it’s not good for publicity to have such a ““violent monster supporter ““working at our store.You see red. If it wasn’t for papyrus injured and all leaning against your shoulder you would have gotten up and stormed out the door. “Are you fucking kidding me? Like no, are you 100% serious right now. You’re telling me with video evidence that it was self-defense. I am considered a violent monster supporter just because I was defending myself and another citizen from a genuine violent attack! “ You raise your voice, but she stops you before you can say anything else. “Hey hey chill. You aren’t let go immediately. The higher-ups decided that we cannot afford to lose you until we can have another worker to replace you so you still have a minimum of two weeks before you have to retire your position, but I was'' she drags out that syllable, “able to talk them into getting you some sort of hazard pay if only a few thousand in response to you getting so injured and your friend getting so injured and they hardly agreed.” A look of confusion flashes across your face, not like she can see it and you question. “What do you mean you were able to get hazard pay like; how did you do that?” You turn towards papyrus and put the phone on speakerphone figuring since he is part of the situation, he deserves to hear what she says involving pay for the injuries and situation. He glances at you quizzically, but you just shake your head and just her to the phone.You couldn’t help but hope, the hazard pay is usually pretty good in terms of numbers. Even so you weren’t expecting much, maybe five, six thousand. You cannot believe your ears anyway. They think that some shitty ass hazard pay is enough to compensate for what you went through five or six thousand while a hopeful amount it won’t be enough to keep you sustained long enough to find another job even with your nest egg. “Well,” she starts drawing you out of your thoughts, “I got it because I told them otherwise you would be well within your right to sue.” You are shocked “Can you at least tell me how much the hazard pay is, and it better be good if they think it’s enough to keep me and papyrus from suing for the situation that we got put in. Especially seeing as in how you are not allowed to drink in the store and being intoxicated past a certain level is not allowed in the store either. The security should have stopped them both before they even came in the store. And they should have stepped in to stop them from attacking but the didn’t.” You Question and state, “I do get to say the pay is pretty decent. I managed to wrangle them into giving you roughly. I think it was” she pauses for a moment trying to remember the numbers, “twenty-two thousand post taxes. The mere Idea of getting sued by the king of monster's mascot/supporter really made them willing to pay what would be seen fit to avoid a larger problem.” You wilt at that. You know damn well that taking the money and not trying to sue is better if only for you wallet. You dont have the money for a lawyer and you would lose more in the long run that you might not be able to win back. You feel more so than hear papyrus chuckle next to you, you assume he’s trying to be quiet as in to not impose on your conversation although the conversation involves him as well because he was injured in the incident. You smile because you know papyrus himself would never be able to bring himself to sue no matter the situation unless it came down to his brother perhaps. You would but money wise you cant. Your manager says your name and asks, “are you still there, is that good enough for you?” You jest the phone towards papyrus and say “the pay is wonderful for me but, “you just have to prepare us again, encouraging him to say something. “Ma’am I think that is fine whatever they are OK with is fine with me” he says with a tone of voice you weren’t sure he had, its professional but also quiet. You make a quizzical face at him questioning if he’s sure and he assures you that yes, he is. Not like you know that he is going to refuse any of the money because he knows you aren’t quite well off while he, coming from the underground with the gold exchange rate, is decently well-off, not rich but happily middle class, Kind of. He just smiles, you don’t need to know that. “Thank you, I appreciate it. Papyrus' brother has a healer coming over to assess his and I injuries, what they say determines if I can come into work tomorrow or not. “You tell her you do not like the idea of skipping more work even though you won’t have a job in a few weeks. “It’s no problem,” your manager and friend states, “you have been a good worker here for years with no issues until this incident. Even then this was self-defense more than anything else but the bosses up top are racist. I’m sorry to say but they are. Just let me know if you can come into work tomorrow or not and we will figure something out.” You thank her and tell her you will let her know if you can come in to work tomorrow or not and hang up the phone. “Holy shit, that is not what I was expecting, a bummer but also a blessing in disguise. While I don’t like the idea of not having a job in a few weeks, at least I will have something to fall back on afterwards.” You exclaim, you take a few deep breaths to calm your mind and lean back into papyrus’ makeshift hug. Lands over to the almost gangly skeleton and asks, “are you fine with splitting the hazard pay fifty-fifty?” You hope that’s enough and that he doesn’t want more because if he takes more than half you won’t have much to fall back on. You glance around the room then look up to see a strange look on his face and your mind turns for the worst. He must be able to tell because he takes his hand that’s across you and holds it up in a defensive manner and assures you that “Actually I’m not taking any of the money. I know that you aren’t the best-off right now and while me and my brother are not rich, we are able to sustain ourselves for a while if neither of us got a job.” He tells you. You expected him to want some or for sans to protest to split it more but sans is passed out on tour couch you noticed and papyrus’ teeth are set in a line. You can talk he isn’t nt going to budge on thisHe chuckles at the surprised look that crosses your face before saying “if giving you all the money ensures that you will be well off enough for me to still visit, I don’t want any of it. You need it more than I do. “He states dampening any retorts you had before you could even say them. You do exclaim “papyrus I don’t need money for me to want you to keep visiting. Just you being here makes the situation easier. I was going to lose this job eventually once the higher-ups found out that there were people in the store who supported monsters when they did not anyway, so this is not one hundred percent unexpected, its just a little surprising it happened so soon.“ Your words do not deter him in any way as he states “I am not taking the money and without a bank number to put it in you cannot force me to take it even if you did I would use it to pay you back somehow.“ And he gives you that look of you aren’t going to Win this. You want and accept your defeat.A small smile dances across your lips, surprised that somebody so innocently seeming can be so devious. You think him and flop your head on the cushion of the couch, his arm still around your shoulders and you just stare at the ceiling. The situation is still not quite settled in your mind yet. Then almost as in to not let the silence last long you hear a knock at the door. Sans having slept through the majority of the conversation startled the loud sound of the door and he in a blink of an eye was already at the door opening it, “toriel, oh stars, thank you for showing in such a hurry without much explanation.” You cannot see who is at the door from your position on the floor, but you hear a gentle voice saying, “Of course sans, anything for you or papyrus I can do I will. “Sans sputters a bit at the offhanded type of complement and backs away to let her in.you dont miss the blue that spreads across his face like a blush.You left your head up to see a very tall, off-white furry goat lady with two very distinctive horns sticking out the side of her head. You glanced at her outfit to see her wearing purple robes that are almost regal like and no shoes, probably because her feet were too big for most human shoes in her being a goat shoes not being necessary. You, being the host, attempt to stand up and welcome her into your home but papyrus’ arms around your shoulders do not allow you to rise. You look at his direction to see the usually exuberant skeleton to have a scrunched look on his face giving away that he is in pain. You gently untangle his arms from your shoulders despite his protests and lift him back onto the couch so that the healer sans called can get a proper look at the, admittedly, half naked skeleton. You ask him if he is ok with her looking at his ribs and spine faintly remembering him saying its very personal and very sensitive. He assures you that its fine and that he’s known her for a long time. You attempt to turn around and stick your hand out for the good woman to grab but papyrus doesn’t let you fully so she meets you half way, “hello, thank you so much for making the trip all the way out here I did not mean to be so much of a bother but I couldn’t just let some assholes, oops sorry, some drunk men,“ you put extra emphasis on men because you don’t see people like that as people, nit that you’re going to say that out loud “Hurt a dear friend like that.” A smile graces her face as she looks down at you and grabs your hand. Her hand? Paw? Yes, paw fits the best. Her paw is super soft and very gentle in your hand, well around your hand. Her hand dwarfs yours in size. You notice small sharp claws replacing what would be fingernails on your hand unnoticeable if not up close.She smiles, “it is no problem my dear, anybody who would so bravely protect their friends is somebody I do not mind assisting at all.” You were glad to see that you made such a great impression on someone who is clearly a good friend of the brothers. She looks familiar but in your exhausted haze you can’t quite place where you saw her before. So, you just leave her to the couch that papyrus is laying on drearily and allow her to do her work. You step aside to where Sans is standing and can’t help but hold your breath as she kneels over your admittedly small couch (Small compared to her at least, and papyrus) and hovers her hands over papyrus his chest area. A muted minty green glow incases her hands as she works her way over the injuries. Knowing this may take a while you make your way over to the other smaller loveseat and sit down a little surprised when sans sit down next to you.You look over to him, “hey, are you OK yourself? “He asks, a quizzical look in his eye as he looks at the bruising on your arms and neck along with the blood on your clothes. You just stare at him for a moment assessing your injuries only to come but blank before replying “I’m not sure, I think I’m still in shock from the attack and the job issues to where I can’t quite feel my body yet. Though I can only hope I don’t have any main issues that will stop me from being able to work what I can.“ a concerned look Flashes across his face before he tells you, “Would you like Toriel to look at you as well? she may not be an expert in human anatomy, but she can at least make sure you have nothing life-threatening and heal your cuts and bruises.” “Admittedly that sounds nice,” you say in return to his question. “Are you sure you are going to return to that job?” “Yeah, im sure, a paycheck is a paycheck, and i need it.” You say turning you head almost unwillingly towards papyrus when you hear him groan in pain, obviously not enjoying the healing process, not that you can blame him. A look of concern graces is your face as you stand up and walk over, asexual and romantic or not everyone still needs someone in harder times even though you yourself feel like shit. So, in Solidarity you grab his hand and rest your head by his femur while you wait for Toriel to finish assessing and healing his wounds.You weren’t aware of when you fell asleep or quite where you fell asleep but all you know is that the world fades to black as you finally pass out for the day. After today’s actions no one can quite blame you either.
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You wake up in the black. ‘Ah’ you think, again. It seems you can't get away from this memory turned nightmare. you try to get accountability of all your appendages like you normally do, it was a grounding technique thought to you by your therapist. most of these nightmares you were lucid, that didn't always help. you try to account for the changes before you realize they aren't there. you start to panic; you know this nightmare. this is the one of the changes. this one hurts. You can’t feel your limbs. You try to move your fingers, toes, anything, anything at all. Anything you can do to feel. But there's nothing. You can’t feel anything. You turn your head, you don't have arms, you turn down, no legs. You start to panic where the fuck was your body why can't you move. Where are your li- your thoughts were interpreted by a stabbing pain in your shoulder, and you turn you head to see a robotic arm getting attached to your joint. It's held up by a pair of ghostly white see through hands. It hurts, your vision goes white for a moment. you hear speaking but you can't make it out. It's all garbled and sound like gibberish.👎︎□︎■︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♎︎♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎ □︎■︎ ❍︎♏︎ ♒︎◆︎❍︎♋︎■︎📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ♋︎●︎●︎□︎⬥︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎ ♎︎♋︎❍︎■︎♓︎⧫︎📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎🙵 ⧫︎□︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎●︎⬧︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♐︎♓︎⌧︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ●︎♓︎❍︎♌︎⬧︎📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎ ♌︎♏︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎⍓︎ ♋︎⬥︎♋︎🙵♏︎📬︎When your sight comes back you see the hand hooking wires to your muscles and veins, its hurts. you continue to hear the garbled gibberish as you struggle. You try to scream; you try to move to get it to stop something, but you can’t. It hurts so much you’re struggling to stay awake, but you’re too scared to fall asleep so you watch in horror as the hands replaces each of your limbs with more machinery, you still can’t feel, and it hurts. The edge of your vision goes black by the time it's done with your legs. 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It takes a few minutes before your eyes focus and you look at your body, you lift your hand and move your fingers, your body is still robotic. You scream. You hear a door slam, and a nurse runs in your try to stand but she injects something into the iv connection, and you feel yourself become sluggish before you fall asleep again.You wake up with a gasp shooting up. after a moment of catching your breath, you lay back on your back neck stiff and head throbbing. It takes you a moment for your eyes to adjust and for your surroundings to come back into focus before you realize where you are you are on the loveseat in your living room your head is propped up on a pillow seemingly taken from your storage closet, and you were covered with the throw that was on your couch. You turn your head to the left to see papyrus and sans tangled up on the regular couch, honestly, it’s a quite funny sight to see.Papyrus his legs a good foot and a half 2 feet too long for your couch or hanging over the edge while sans is laying across his sternum passed out. Turning your head to the right you see Toriel asleep on your Rocking-chair also covered in a throw from the couch. You left your wrist to see your fairly old watch and saw that it is 3 AM in the morning. Lastly, last you were aware it was around noon and a Thursday though your watch tells you it is now Friday morning.You ponder over the fact that you managed to sleep for well over 12 hours. You sit up and groan at the shortness in your chest and neck and remember yesterday ‘s incident. You look down to your arms and legs and you do not see any remaining cuts or scrapes from the glass. Even the bruises on your sternum have mysteriously disappeared. You sit up and stand unknowingly stir And Papyrus who gently lays sans on the couch and follows you into the kitchen. You grab a cup and fill it with water and take a few sips before leaning over your sink to steer out the small window. You sit like that for a few minutes before turning around and jumping to see papyrus leaning against the wall in the kitchen facing you.It takes you a moment of catching your breath for you to realize that there’s a pained look across his face. You immediately sit your glass down and walk over and start quietly fretting over him worrying that he is hurting himself more. You grab his hands and flip them over checking for any lingering injury before trailing your hands up his arms. Once you make sure his hands and arms are clear you drop his hands and pry the hem of his shirt up to his chin one hand holding the shirt up the other ghosting over the nooks and crannies of his ribs and spine, ignoring the surprised huff that comes out his mouth your hands never touching but prepared in case you find anything you don’t like.Eventually after thoroughly checking to make sure there were no existing injuries still lingering on his person do you lower his shirt not caring that some might call that inappropriate, before you can say anything he gently grabs your wrists and meets your eyes. He says your name, “I am so sorry,” his voice warbling tears beading at the corner of his eyes. That pained look flashes across his face again as he apologizes multiple times before finally saying, “I am so sorry about yesterday, I never wanted you to get hurt, lose your job, or have to defend me in that kind of situation. I am a part of the royal guard. I should not have frozen up like I did. I shouldn’t have left you to do all the protecting but, I was so, “he takes a shaky breath, “scared. “He finally said. “I was so scared knowing that they wanted to hurt me, I was so scared I,” The beads finally spilled over, “I didn’t know what to do and I froze. I was so useless, how am I supposed to guard anybody when I can’t even protect myself, “He spoke in a tone that you didn’t know he could speak in quite barely above a whisper. His head lowers down to rest on yours and he lets go of the gentle hold he had on your wrists to wrap His arms. Around your shoulders. This is one of those times you were thankful you were not a shorter female standing at a hearty five eleven he didn’t have far to lean down.You immediately wrap your arms around his middle and gently hug him as well. “Papyrus, I don’t blame you for what happened, if anything I’m glad I was there. If I wasn’t there, I can only imagine what they would have done, the bottle was small compared to the things they could do.” “I know,” He responds, voice still barely above a whisper, “But that doesn't make me any less thankful that you weren't hurt like I was.” “Papyrus. Hun, I would rather if I was hurt over you because I can heal easier. You get too injured and you'll… Dust. And honestly, I’m just glad you’re OK that you’re not dusted on my living room floor right now. I may not have romantic feelings for you, but I still do love you papyrus. We have known each other for almost a year now and I’m not afraid to admit that. Honestly. I care about you, love.” a look crosses his face and before he can think anything you say, “I'm serious, you mean a lot to me. You hold a special place in my heart papyrus.”A small smile replaces the almost grimace-like frown that he had on his face as he looks up at you, “thank you, “he says breathlessly, his tone lighter than it was moments ago. “I really appreciate it. It means so much that you care about me like that, it really does. And I promise to pay you back in whatever shape or form I can. “You chuckle not knowing what much he could help you with other than perhaps finding a job. So, you state that. “Well then papyrus maybe in the times you are here you could help me look for a job online. You could bring your computer like you talked about, and we can do job searches while eating snacks and watching TV because very soon I won’t have a job anymore. “The idea brought an odd look to your face. Not having a job frankly scares you, although the hazard pay is thankful because at least you will have something to rely on for a while, you aren’t sure what jobs you will be qualified to do. It's been a while since you job searched, and you can’t remember every certification you might have laid around somewhere.He smiles and before your train of thought can go too far, he responds, “I would love that, “he says and that’s still a breathless tone that almost anyone else would interpret as something other than exhaustion. “I would love to help you find a better job,“ and idea already forming in his head not that he would tell you yet, no, you don’t need to know this yet he has to figure it still, when he's not exhausted, not that he’d admit that to anyone but you, “the job you had while substantial was not the nicest if I am,“ he hesitates for a moment before audibly swallowing you assume he doesn’t want to offend you by insulting your old job (another question filed into solved by magic) “being completely honest with you.” he admits. You chuckle knowing that he would never say something that he did not believe to be true, and he was right that job was not the best. You tilt your head up at papyrus and take a moment to look at his face. You can see that his eyes are paler in color than they were just a few hours before, most likely due to exhaustion but also possibly from the stress of his emotions. Pale orange eyes do not meet yours just yet still looking at the ground. Although he, after breathing for a moment, does meets your gaze with orange streaks staining the pearly off-white of his face and y’all share a tender moment of comfort and understanding nothing more than basking in the relief of having somebody there together. Papyrus leaned down and in the customs of skeleton ‘s, nuzzles his teeth and nasal cavity on your lips in what humans would call a kiss, though to him and to you it was more so a comfort gesture more so than anything romantic. A custom shared by skeletons to show affection in a non-romantic way.Not that you understood that, though you did get that he was being affectionate; you didn’t quite get the feeling of anything romantic or inappropriate. But you also didn't quite understand the gesture.Once contact is broken you smile mischievously up at papyrus. Who has a mild blush spreading across his face again? “Papyrus,” you exclaimed dramatically hoping he understands, “I thought you were asexual and aromantic what, couldn’t stay away from me.” you dramatically swoon but never moving your arms, “am I just so inconveniently attractive you had to hit on me?” You teasingly asked hoping to draw a rise out of the young skeleton. He knows you are jesting but he still gets bashful. Embarrassed he says your name “I am" he exclaimed, “that in traditional skeleton and some monster customs is nothing romantic or sexual, “he admits, “it is a gesture to show affection in ways that is not romantic specifically for those of us who do not have lips, now some monsters do partake in those gestures of being romantic, mainly the ones who have the proper appendages. But I The Great Papyrus, “he removes one arm from around your shoulder and puts it on his chest with a dramatic flourish, turning his head ever so slightly to the side not quite ready to break eye contact, “use it as a term of affection more so than romantic interest. I am sorry dear friend that I have to break your heart so, “he says a smile on his face just as dramatic as yours letting you know he catches your drift, “but I the great papyrus am not interested in relations so maybe in the future but now no, I’m not interested in that although it was nice.” He turns back to you and puts his arm where it was. “I much, much prefer being platonic cuddle buddies without any of the complications of a relationship with you admittedly skeletons are not very warm but humans are,“ he returns his hand to your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze, “and I quite enjoy our cuddle sessions when we watch movies.“ he looks down at you his usual sparkle back in his eyes before his head rests against yours again, that mischievous smile still on his face bringing a larger one to yours. He again leans down and nuzzles along your lips, this time dragging it around to your cheek and divot of your collar bone before resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you. You gratefully hug him back in in the traditional skeleton man are you nuzzle your nose not your lips on his cheek like he did you before resting your forehead on his shoulder and just breathing.After standing for a moment he gently pulls you down to the floor, “ ‘mind partaking in one of those platonic cuddle sessions now Hun?” he questions his head never fully leaving the crook of your neck, you hum, “ ‘course paps, I will cuddle with you any time i can get.” he lets out a loose chuckle against your skin his breath tickles your neck and you cringe, “ mumm sorry,” he mumbles, “ m forgot your neck is goanna be sensitive from earlier, the queen can heal you well but she said she couldn't do it fully after healing me. You were asleep for that though,” he moves his back a tad while he speaks careful not to agitate it anymore. “It's fine,” you respond, already sleepy from this session's emotions and just glad to be alive. He hums in agreement before placing his head back in your neck.You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of your best friend, not quite sure what you would have done had you not been fast enough to get home, or had you not stopped the two drunks from harming him. You take in his scent, it's a chalky and musky smell that mixes with a not so strong warm smell that you learned is something he wears called bone cologne, the musky smell most likely stemming from the day priors' events, not that you minded, you were well aware you didn't smell the best either. You took comfort knowing that the person you hold closest is still with you and you take every advantage to enjoy just being there. You both stay in your positions, you partly on his lap and he partly draped over your shoulders till you both are mentally calmed down. You remain like this for a while longer before returning to the living room neither noticing that sans was awake on the couch, you both take a seat on the love seat as close as you can get without being an inappropriate and just enjoy each other‘s presence you’re not sure when you fall asleep but the next time you wake up it is to your 11 AM alarm letting you know you have to be awake and at work at noon.